The Heart System

Chapter 202: Chapter 202

Guy bit his lip so hard blood welled up, a thin red line trickling down his chin. He wiped it with the back of his hand, smearing it across his knuckles, then shoved up from the chair. The legs scraped loud against the floor. He stormed to the door, yanked it open, and slammed it behind him hard enough to rattle the glass.

Silence.

Then, a faint laugh from my left.

Anottа.

It started quiet, almost polite, shoulders shaking. Then it grew, rolling out of her like a wave, louder, sharper, echoing off the darkened windows. The bodyguards behind her exchanged a glance, eyes wide, sweat beading on their foreheads. They shifted, uneasy, hands twitching at their sides.

She turned to me, still laughing, and lunged forward. Her hands clamped my cheeks, fingers digging in, squeezing hard. Her eyes were huge, manic, sparkling with something unhinged.

”I hit the jackpot, huh?” she said, voice trembling with glee, chuckling between words.

”H-huh?”

She released me, stood, and walked to the door, still laughing, the sound following her like smoke. She pulled it open and stepped out. The bodyguards hesitated, swallowed hard, then hurried after her, footsteps quick and nervous.

I sat there.

Overwhelmed.

Fuck. What just happened? Why was I that angry? Slamming my hands like that, I mean... fuck it hurt. And... Anotta? My fucking god.

”Man...” I muttered, rubbing my face. ”I need a beer.”

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I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The penthouse was quiet, too quiet. The girls sat around the dinner table, faces tight with worry. Nala picked at her nails. Jasmine’s leg bounced. Tessa drummed her fingers. Kim stared at her phone like it held the answers.

I stood in the middle of the room, face blank.

Then I smiled.

They got it instantly. Chairs scraped. They surged up, rushing me.

Nala hit first, arms around my neck. Jasmine piled on, then Kim. Tessa squeezed in last, laughing.

Minne poked her head from the kitchen, apron still on. Tessa spotted her, grinned, and scooped her up, tossing the tiny maid over her shoulder like a sack of flour.

Minne squeaked, then giggled, legs kicking.

”FUCK YEAH!” Tessa bellowed. ”That bastard’s gone for good, right?”

”Yup,” I said. ”Out for good.”

Jasmine pulled me in again, kissed me hard on the mouth. ”This calls for a bedroom party, handsome,” she purred, smirking.

”Bedroom party?” I said. ”I like the sound of that.”

”You wait here,” Jasmine said, eyes gleaming. ”We’ll call when we’re ready.”

”To the bedroom to get changed!” Tessa whooped, already marching off, Minne still slung over her shoulder.

”Hey,” I called, chuckling. ”Put her down, you forgot her.”

Tessa turned, still walking, grin wicked. ”Didn’t forget anything, magic fingers.”

”Wait...” My brain short-circuited. ”She’s also...”

Minne and I locked eyes, and she gave me a shy smile. Then... they vanished into the bedroom. The lock clicked.

Holy shit.

Minne? No way. Minne too? They wouldn’t force her. I knew them. That meant... she wanted this? Wanted to... man... fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I stood there, heart hammering, cock already stirring.

How the hell was I supposed to wait?

I couldn’t sit. Couldn’t stand still. I paced the living room like a caged animal, cock straining against my jeans so hard it hurt. Every second felt like an hour.

The bedroom door finally clicked open.

”Evan,” Jasmine called, voice low and dripping with promise. ”Come here.”

I was there in three strides, hand on the knob, pushing inside.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

The lights were dim, warm amber glow. Every girl stood or knelt in a different flavor of sin.

Jasmine wore a black lace bodysuit, cut so high on the hips it was basically just string and sheer panels. Her nipples pressed dark against the fabric, the crotch completely open, framing her shaved pussy like a gift.

Tessa had gone full leather: a red harness bra that left her heavy tits bare except for silver rings piercing each nipple, matching red thong disappearing between her thick thighs, thigh-high stockings clipped to a garter belt.

Kim stood in sheer white: a baby-doll nightie so thin I could see the outline of the silver chain dangling between her pierced nipples, no panties, just a tiny white thong that was already soaked through.

Nala knelt on the bed in deep emerald satin—a corset that pushed her breasts up into perfect half-moons, matching panties pulled to the side, fingers glistening from where she’d clearly been touching herself.

And in the center, on the bed... Minne.

Tiny, trembling Minne. Nala sat behind her, legs spread, cradling Minne’s head in her lap like a pillow. Nala’s hands gripped Minne’s slender ankles, pulling them wide apart, knees bent, exposing her completely. Minne wore nothing but a soft pink ribbon tied in a bow around her neck and matching pink thigh-high socks. Her small breasts rose and fell fast, nipples hard, pussy bare and glistening, lips slightly parted, already wet.

Nala smiled down at her, then looked at me. ”The girls helped me with my first time,” she said softly. ”Guess it’s time I paid my debt.”

I swallowed, voice cracking. ”Wait... Mi-Minne... virgin?”

Minne’s cheeks burned crimson. She nodded, barely a whisper. ”M-Master... if that’s okay with you... please... take it.”

Jasmine sauntered over, leaned down, and pinched one of Minne’s tiny pink nipples between her fingers, rolling it slowly. ”Take what, honey?”

Minne whimpered, hips twitching. ”T-take my virginity...”

My brain flat-lined.

Cock throbbing, vision tunneling, every drop of blood in my body rushing south.

I was gone.

I stepped forward, shedding my shirt, jeans, everything, until I stood naked and aching. My cock jutted out thick and heavy, veins pulsing, the head swollen and slick with pre-cum that dripped in a slow string. Minne’s eyes locked on it, wide and nervous, lips parted in a soft, trembling gasp. Her tiny hands clutched the sheets.

Nala kept Minne’s legs spread impossibly wide, ankles hooked firmly over her forearms, knees bent outward, presenting that untouched pink slit like an offering. Minne’s pussy was so small it barely looked real, glistening, folds delicate and barely parted, her little clit peeking out, swollen and shy.

”Breathe, baby,” I rasped, voice rough with need. I climbed onto the bed, the mattress sinking under my weight. The air smelled of arousal, perfume, and leather.

I leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other guiding my cock. The fat, angry head brushed her entrance, sliding through her wetness, coating me in her slick. The tip alone looked obscene against her tiny opening, dwarfing it completely.

”Relax for me,” I murmured. I pushed forward slowly, pressure building. Minne whimpered, hips twitching, trying to escape and chase it at the same time. Her walls fluttered, resisting, then gave way with a soft, wet pop as just the crown slipped inside.

”Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth. She was impossibly tight, scorching hot, gripping the head of my cock like a fist. Minne’s back arched sharply, a high, broken cry tearing from her throat. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Jasmine knelt beside us, eyes dark with hunger. She reached down and pinched Minne’s small, pink nipple hard, twisting viciously. ”Take Master’s cock, little maid. Open that virgin cunt.”

Tessa moved to the other side, leather creaking with every shift. She slapped Minne’s tiny tit, watching it jiggle, then struck again, harder, leaving a bright pink handprint. ”Good girl. Let him ruin you.”

Kim crawled behind me, pressing her body to my back, hard nipples dragging across my skin. She reached around, fingers spreading Minne’s lips wider, exposing the stretched, pink ring clinging to my cock. ”Look how pretty she looks swallowing you,” Kim whispered, breath hot on my neck, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.

I pushed deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, slow and relentless. Minne cried out, tears now streaking her temples, but her hips lifted instinctively, chasing more. Halfway in and she was already trembling uncontrollably, pussy fluttering wildly around me, trying to adjust to the invasion.

Nala leaned down, voice soft but filthy. ”You’re doing so good, sweetie. Feel how big he is? He’s splitting you open. You’ll never be the same after this.”

I bottomed out with a guttural groan, balls pressed tight against her ass. Minne sobbed, overwhelmed, tiny body shaking like a leaf. I stayed still a moment, savoring the way her virgin walls pulsed around me, so tight it almost hurt. Damn, she was better than Nala, taking my cock like that.

Then I started to move.

Slow at first, long strokes that dragged every ridge and vein of my cock against her raw walls. Each thrust forced a broken, desperate moan from her throat. The girls watched, breathing hard, eyes glazed. Her cunt was bleeding, dirtying the sheets. It only made me hornier.

Jasmine slapped Minne’s other tit, then seized both nipples at once, pinching and pulling until Minne arched off the bed with a scream. Tessa reached between Minne’s spread thighs, found her swollen clit, and rubbed rough, merciless circles. Minne’s pussy clamped down so hard I saw stars, her juices squirting lightly around my shaft.

”Fuck, yes,” I growled, picking up speed. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and rhythmic. I fucked her harder, deeper, the bed creaking violently under us. Minne’s cries turned frantic, tears flowing freely now.

Kim moved to Minne’s side, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her head back hard. ”Look at Master while he breeds you,” she ordered, voice thick with lust.