The Heart System

Chapter 130: Chapter 130

No chance I was missing this call. I reached for the phone, leaning against the tile wall, away from the water cascading above, and answered. Kim stood, and the three girls exchanged that look, mischievous, conspiratorial, their eyes glinting with trouble. I didn’t know exactly what it meant, but it was definitely not good. They giggled, then turned their gazes on me, smirking.

”Ms. Komb,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. ”H-hello.”

”Evan!” Delilah’s voice was sharp, excited. ”They—those idiots! They’re fired! There’s police involved and, and then...”

”Easy, ma’am,” I chuckled, my heart racing, not just from the call. ”What happened?”

”So, okay. Basically...” She launched into explaining the gala drama, the fallout I’d orchestrated, but I played dumb, listening like I hadn’t planned it all.

Kim and Tessa stepped to my sides, their hips pressing against me, squeezing my cock between them, their skin slick and warm, moving side to side in a slow, teasing grind. Jasmine knelt, her dark hair wet, and took the tip of my cock in her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling, one hand cupping my balls, massaging softly. I bit back a moan, my grip tightening on the phone.

”Can you believe it, Evan?” Delilah said, her voice rising. ”Those guys are evil! The fucking cameras... god.”

”Y-yeah,” I managed, a slight moan slipping out as Jasmine’s lips worked me, Kim and Tessa’s hips grinding, their giggles quiet but wicked.

”Are you good?” Delilah asked, her tone suspicious. ”You sound weird.”

”N-nah,” I chuckled, forcing a smile into my voice. ”I’m actually happy for you, Ms. Komb.”

”You don’t sound that surprised, Evan...” she said, her voice narrowing. ”And this happened right after I told you...”

Shit. Distracted by the girls, my guard was down, and Delilah hated people meddling in her business. If she figured out I’d set this up, it could backfire hard. ”No, I’m just...” I stammered, my words cut off as Jasmine took my fucking cock to the base suddenly, her tongue grazing my balls, gagging softly, her throat tight. Kim and Tessa shifted slightly giggling.

Jasmine pulled back, her lips glistening, and Kim and Tessa pressed their hips tighter, continuing the slow grind, their giggles barely audible.

”We will talk about this, Evan. Tomorrow,” Delilah said, her tone stern. ”I’ll come to your place.”

”Wait, wait, no. Liste—” I started, but the line went dead. I stood there, phone at my ear, then set it on the counter, looking at Jasmine, who gazed up at me, stroking my cock, smirking.

”You girls,” I said, my voice low, playful. ”Deserve a punishment.”

”Uh-oh,” Tessa chuckled, her long brown hair dripping, her eyes sparkling. ”Run, girls. Run!”

I grabbed Tessa by the hips, her wet skin slick under my hands, and hauled her over my shoulder, her long brown hair dripping water onto the bathroom floor. She laughed, her voice bright and playful, swatting my back lightly with her hands. ”Evan, you caveman!” she giggled, squirming as I carried her, the steam still lingering in the air.

I reached out and turned off the shower, the hiss of water fading, leaving the room quiet except for our breathing and the girls’ soft giggles. My feet left wet prints on the hardwood as I carried Tessa out of the bathroom, Kim and Jasmine following close behind, their bare skin glistening, water trailing down their bodies.

In the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking under my weight, and lowered Tessa onto my lap, positioning her so she lay across my thighs, her ass arched high, droplets of water still rolling down her skin. I brought my hand down hard, a sharp smack against her ass, the sound echoing in the room.

Tessa moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body jolting, then chuckled, her voice husky. ”What is this now, magic fingers?”

”Punishment,” I said, smirking, and smacked her ass again, the sting of my hand making her skin flush pink. Another smack, harder, and she cried out, her moan deeper, her body trembling. Jasmine and Kim stood in the doorway, watching, their breaths quickening, Kim’s curves glowing in the dim light, Jasmine’s hand resting on her hip, her eyes locked on us.

I spanked Tessa again, then again, each smack sharper, her ass turning a deep red, my handprints blooming on her skin. She squirmed, her moans louder, her pussy glistening as she got wetter with each strike. ”Fuck, Tessa, you’re loving this,” I growled, my cock hardening against her thigh.

I grabbed her hips, lifting her off my lap and onto the bed, positioning her on all fours, her ass raised, red and inviting.

I smacked her cheeks again and slid into her tight ass, slow at first, then deeper, her moan raw as I filled her. I thrust hard, going to town, my balls slapping against her pussy with each move, the wet sounds mixing with her cries. I smacked her ass again, the impact making her clench around me, her moan sharp. ”You like this, slut, don’t you?” I growled, my voice rough, my hand landing another smack, her ass tightening around my cock.

Tessa looked back, her long brown hair falling over one shoulder, her eyes flashing. ”You called me slut again,” she panted, her voice teasing but thick with need. ”I will...” Her words cut off as I smacked her ass without rest, each strike harder, her skin glowing redder, her moans turning to gasps as she bit into the sheets, her hands gripping the fabric. I was smacking her so hard that the neighbours would probably hear the slapping sounds.

”I’m gonna cum.” I growled, smacking her ass again. Fuck, her asscheks were fully red now. ”Oh... shit...”

”Fuck.” Tessa’s voice came muffled. ”Oh god...”

I pushed deep, my cock pulsing, the heat coiling tight. I smacked her again, her ass clenching, driving me over the edge.

”Fuck, Tessa,” I moaned, thrusting hard, cumming inside her ass, the release intense, my body shaking as I pushed again, then once more, getting every last drop out. Her moan was muffled, her face buried in the sheets, her body trembling.

I pulled out, her ass glistening, and pushed Tessa gently onto the bed, her body collapsing, her breath ragged. I turned back, looking at Jasmine and Kim, their eyes wide, their lips parted, standing in the doorway.

”Well then,” I grinned, my voice low, catching my breath. ”Who’s next?”

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 7)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 73 kg

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- EXP: [████████▒▒▒▒] 500/777

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I was done. No more power in me today. Last night, I didn’t manage to fuck Jasmine and Kim while spanking. My cock just wouldn’t get hard again, no matter how much I wanted it. If only I’d leveled up my Libido... but whatever, it was enough for now. My focus was shifting to Pleasure, maybe some Strength too. Richard, that bastard, showed me I needed to up that skill if I was gonna keep up.

Kim was out today, off shopping with the girls. I’d sent them without letting on that Delilah was coming. Shit. Now I had to deal with her—Delilah. I couldn’t lie my way through that call yesterday, not with the girls distracting me. But fuck, I had to admit, getting a blowjob from Jasmine while talking to Delilah was... unreal. A damn rush.

I lit a cigarette, the flame flaring briefly, and sank onto the couch, the leather creaking under me. Right, I had three mystery chests from last night’s action. Time to open them. ”Left, middle, or right...” I muttered, the system UI flickering in my vision.

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Pick a Chest

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[?] [?] [?]

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I picked one in the middle, one left, one right. The chests opened slowly, light spilling out, revealing my rewards. Just fifty experience points. Meh, better than nothing, but I was hoping for credits. My next move was definitely buying some points to boost my stats.

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- Evan Marlowe (Lvl 7)

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- Age: 21

- Height: 180 cm

- Weight: 73 kg

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- EXP: [████████▒▒▒▒] 550/777

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Yesterday’s... well, action, also bumped up my interest points with the girls. Sex alone was giving me fewer points now, but listening to them, helping them out—that was the real key. Not that it mattered much; I’d listen to them regardless. They were my friends. Maybe more than friends... hell, let’s call them important friends.

I turned on the TV, the news filling the quiet apartment, rain pattering outside, the sun hidden behind dark clouds. I grabbed my coffee from the armrest, took a sip, the bitter warmth grounding me, and flicked ashes into the ashtray next to it.

”...reported that the arrests of Vanessa Harding and Sarah Kline, former employees at BrightWave, occurred late last night,” the anchor, a sharp-dressed man with a clipped tone, said. ”Sources indicate their involvement in unauthorized distribution of sensitive material within a private group chat.”

”Sensitive material?” the co-anchor, a woman with sleek blonde hair, leaned forward, brow raised. ”Mark, our sources suggest it was some kind of video content, possibly sold to colleagues. But no one’s confirmed what exactly was shared.”

Mark adjusted his tie, a faint smirk breaking his professional facade. ”Well, Lisa, there’s speculation it could be company secrets—trade documents, maybe proprietary data. That’s what I’d bet on.”

Lisa shook her head, her expression skeptical. ”I’ve heard rumors it was more... personal. Indecent photos or videos, possibly. But nothing’s verified, and the police are keeping tight-lipped.”

Mark chuckled, then caught himself, clearing his throat. ”Sorry, viewers, it’s just—there’s also that bizarre footage from the gala. You know, the one where Vanessa was... crawling around, acting like a dog, and, uh...” He hesitated, his face reddening. ”Drinking something unsavory. We apologize for the graphic nature of that report.”

Lisa stifled a laugh, covering her mouth. ”Yes, our apologies. It was quite the scene, Mark. Sources say it was shown at the gala, caused a massive uproar. But no one’s saying if it’s connected to the arrests.”

”It’s hard to imagine it’s not,” Mark said, regaining composure. ”A group chat, paid videos, and then that gala stunt? Sounds like a pattern of bad judgment.”

Lisa nodded, tapping her pen. ”Still, the videos in the chat, what little we know, seem separate. I mean, company secrets make sense, but indecent content? That’s a leap. We’ll need more to go on.”

Mark shrugged. ”Whatever it was, it’s landed them in serious trouble. Police are involved, and BrightWave’s issued a statement condemning unethical behavior. Stay tuned as we dig deeper.”

”Glad her videos stayed secret,” I muttered, exhaling a plume of smoke. ”Damn fuckers.”

I realized I still had those videos on my phone. Fishing it out, I opened the gallery, my stomach turning at the sight. One thumbnail showed Delilah’s tear-streaked face, staring at herself in a mirror, broken. I deleted them all, every last one, my thumb moving fast, wiping them from existence.

Good riddance they got arrested.