The Heart System

Chapter 364: Chapter 364

Level sixteen. Leveling up meant new possibilities, maybe even new shop items, so as I walked toward the living room, I pulled up the shop interface.

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• Reputation Point +30 (200c)

• Mastery Evolve (1500c)

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Credits: 3222c

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Eh, no new items. Still, that amount of credits was nothing to scoff at. I could afford two Mastery Evolves right now if I wanted to. But... yeah, no. This wasn’t something to rush. I’d think it through in the morning with a clear head.

Then I remembered the level-up points. Completely forgot about earning three ability points after leveling up.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 13

- Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

- Seductive Allure

◆ Libido: 16

⤷ Endless Vigor (☐☐☐☐☐)

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (▩▩⏹⏹⏹)

◆ Luck: 1

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7 Unused Ability Points

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”Damn,” I muttered. ”Wonder if there’s any cake left...”

I checked the fridge. One slice. Just one. I stared at it for a second. Someone else would probably want it. Instead, I grabbed a beer, popped it open, and leaned back against the counter.

I was dead-tired, Carrie had really worked me over.

I never thought I’d act the way I had with her. The aggression, the control. But she had been into it. Enthusiastically. Still, thinking about it made me shake my head. Man... I had to sound like an unhinged idiot back there. Some of the things I said were just... wow.

Footsteps padded out from the corridor. Tessa appeared, hair messy, eyes half-open. She stood there for a second, then rubbed the back of her neck.

”Tell me you took videos,” she said flatly.

I blinked. ”What?”

”You rearranged Carrie’s soul,” she said, walking closer. ”Don’t pretend you didn’t. Got footage?”

”No,” I said. ”Sorry to disappoint.”

”Damn.” She took the beer from my hand and drank. ”Kim would’ve loved that.”

”Hmm.”

”How was it?” she asked.

”Normal.”

”Anal?”

”No.”

She took another sip. ”Out of ten?”

”Seven and a half.”

She whistled softly. ”So you fucked her good.”

I took the beer back and drank, choosing not to answer. Instead, I looked out the window. Rain slid down the glass in thin streams, the city lights blurring behind it.

”You couldn’t sleep?” I asked.

”No,” she replied. ”And don’t ask why.”

”Fine, fine.”

She huffed, then chuckled quietly. We stood there in comfortable silence, sharing the beer as the rain continued outside.

”That maid,” Tessa said eventually. ”She’s really trying to get pregnant by you, huh?”

”She is,” I said. ”And she’s the cutest woman I know.” I paused, then waved my hands theatrically. ”Second cutest. You’re first. Obviously.”

She scoffed, but there was a small smile there as she finished the beer. ”Nothing cute about me.”

”Well...”

She yawned mid-thought, covering her mouth. ”I’m going back to sleep.”

”Oh, yeah, uh... okay. Night, Tes.”

”Night.”

She disappeared back down the hallway, leaving me alone in the kitchen with the sound of rain and an empty bottle in my hand.

Suddenly, Tessa peeked around the corner, her head tilted, eyes glinting with something I couldn’t quite read—unease, maybe, or mischief she wasn’t ready to admit yet. She lingered there for a second, then stepped fully into the doorway, arms crossed loosely over her chest.

”Uh... wanna have sex?”

That caught me completely off guard. I froze, eyes widening as I pushed myself from the kitchen counter. My brain short-circuited for a second. Of all the things I expected her to say, that was dead last.

”We really don’t have sex one-on-one, you and I,” she said, shrugging like it was no big deal, but her voice had a slight edge. ”Group sex after group sex. Always someone else in the mix.”

”Yeah,” I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. ”Wow. You’re right.”

Of course she was right. Thinking back, I honestly couldn’t remember the last time it was just us—alone, no audience, no extra hands or mouths. Maybe never. The thought made my pulse kick up.

I walked toward her slowly. She didn’t move, just watched me approach with that half-smirk she always wore when she was trying to play it cool. I stopped right in front of her, close enough to feel her body heat, then grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into my arms.

She let out a small, surprised scream—then immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

”Ssh,” I said, voice low. ”Don’t wake the others.”

”I didn’t expect you to grab me like that!” she whispered, half-laughing, half-scolding. ”Jeez, Evan. Warn a girl next time.”

I carried her toward her door, pushing it open with my shoulder. The room was dark except for the faint glow from the hallway light spilling in. I kicked the door shut behind us and set her down gently on the bed.

She sat there for a second, looking up at me, then started peeling off her long pajamas—first the top, then the bottoms—until she was in nothing but white panties and a black bra. She propped herself on her elbows, one foot still touching the floor, legs slightly parted, eyes locked on mine.

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Her gaze dropped immediately to my chest, then lower, lingering.

I moved onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips. I leaned down, one hand braced beside her head, and our lips crashed together—hard, desperate, like we’d both been waiting for this longer than we admitted. She fully let herself fall back onto the bed, kissing me back with equal hunger, hands sliding up my back, nails digging lightly.

”Hmm,” I broke the kiss, smiling down at her. ”I’m actually glad you were awake now.”

”I bet you are,” she said, breathless, smirking. ”Hope you can get hard, though.”

”Seeing you like this?” I chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose. ”No chance I stay soft.”

”Show it to me.”

I stood up on my knees, unbuckled my pants, shoved them down along with my underwear, and kicked them off. My cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, pre-cum beading at the tip just from the sight of her lying there.

Tessa’s eyes darkened, pupils blowing wide as she stared. She licked her lips unconsciously.

I moved back over her, knees on the mattress, then grabbed both her legs behind the knees and lifted them, letting her ankles rest on my shoulders. Her body folded beautifully—pussy exposed, panties still on but stretched tight over her mound. I leaned down, kissing along her inner thigh, then hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid them down slowly, dragging them over her hips, down her thighs, until I tossed them aside.

She was bare now, pussy glistening, swollen, ready.

I rubbed the head of my cock along her slit—slow, teasing, coating myself in her wetness. She moaned softly, hips lifting toward me.

”Fuck me,” she whispered. ”Make me scream so much everyone fucking wakes up.”

”Hey,” I said, smiling. ”Shall we try something new?”

”New how?”

I rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, watching her shiver. ”Something more... intense.”

”Meaning?” she asked, ankles still on my shoulders, legs spread wide.

”How about...” I pressed just the tip inside her, then pulled back out. ”I edge you?”

”Edge?” Tessa chuckled, a little breathless. ”Evan. Trust me. You won’t be able to edge me. You just... aren’t that type of guy.”

”Hundred bucks bet?” I asked, sliding the tip in again, shallow, teasing.

”Make it two hundred,” she said, hands shooting to my balls, squeezing lightly. ”Come on, cowboy. Edge me, then. If I cum early, I’ll get your money.”

If she only knew about the system—and the new Orgasm Control skill I’d just unlocked. This would be my first real test with it on Tessa. Guess I’d find out if it worked.

I pushed her legs back further, folding her almost in half—her knees pressed down toward the mattress on either side of her head, thighs tight against her torso, calves framing her face like parentheses. Her ankles rested near her ears, feet pointing toward the ceiling, ass lifted completely off the bed.

I held her there with both hands behind her knees, pinning her folded legs in place, her flexibility letting me press them flat without much resistance. Her breathing came in shallow pants, chest rising and falling rapidly, tits heaving under the black bra, nipples straining against the fabric. She looked up at me from between her own thighs—eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted in anticipation.

I leaned down, face inches from her pussy, and dragged my tongue along her slit—slow, flat, tasting her fully from bottom to top. She moaned, hips twitching upward instinctively.

”Oh...” Tessa breathed. ”Like that, Evan. Lick my pussy.”

”I love the taste of it,” I said, voice muffled against her. I pushed my tongue inside her, swirling deep, exploring every fold while my thumb found her clit and rubbed slow circles.

”Ah... fuck yes.”

”Fuck... so beautiful.”