The Heart System

Chapter 400: Chapter 400

I pulled out slowly, feeling the wet drag of Eleanor’s pussy release me with a soft, obscene sound. My cock bobbed heavy between us, still slick and half-hard, glistening with both of us. I took a step back, chest heaving, lungs burning from the effort.

Eleanor stayed on her stomach for a second longer, ass still slightly raised, thighs trembling. Then she rolled onto her side and looked up at me with that lazy, satisfied grin she always got afterward.

”You can take a bath here,” I said, voice rough, catching my breath. ”Shower’s hot. Take your time.”

”Yeah, I need it,” she murmured, stretching like a cat. A small trickle of my cum started to slip down her inner thigh—she quickly pressed her palm between her legs to catch it. ”You have a towel?”

”Yep. You go ahead. I’ll grab you some clean ones.”

”Okay.” She sat up slowly, wincing a little in the best way. ”Let you know when I’m done... fuck, Evan, you worked me over so bad.”

I laughed under my breath, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my wrist. ”Hey, you burned fat. That was the original plan, right?”

She chuckled, low, throaty, then swung her legs off the bed. I pointed across the room at the bathroom door. She stood, one hand still cupped protectively under her pussy, the other steadying herself on the mattress. Cum was already starting to leak past her fingers despite her efforts. She gave me a playful eye-roll over her shoulder as she padded naked across the hardwood, hips swaying just enough to make my spent cock twitch again.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. A second later I heard the shower curtain scrape open, then the hiss of water hitting tile.

I turned my head.

Minne was still in the hallway shadow, half-hidden by the cracked door. Her dyed red hair clung damp to her forehead and neck—she’d been sweating hard. The black-and-white maid dress she insisted on wearing even on quiet days was rumpled, the short skirt bunched high around her hips where she’d held it up to touch herself. Her thighs glistened; her pussy was swollen, slick, visibly dripping. She hadn’t come yet—at least not fully. Her breathing was shallow, eyes wide and dark, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world.

I crooked two fingers at her. Come here.

She hesitated only a heartbeat, then stepped forward—bare feet silent on the floor. The moment one foot crossed the threshold into the bedroom I reached out, grabbed her slender arm, and spun her around. Her palms slapped flat against the bathroom door for balance. The wood was cool; she gasped softly at the contrast.

I pressed in close behind her, chest to her back, cock already thickening again at the heat radiating off her skin. I nudged her thighs apart with my knee, lined myself up, and pushed forward in one long, slow slide.

She was soaked—hot, slippery, ready. I sank in to the root without resistance, feeling her walls flutter and clutch immediately. A quiet, broken whimper escaped her.

I leaned in until my lips brushed her ear. ”Did you like the show, honey?”

”Master...” she breathed, voice tiny and trembling with want. ”Please... fuck me too.”

The shower was running full now—steady white noise behind the thin door. Eleanor was in there, humming something off-key, water splashing against her body. So close. So unaware.

I started moving—slow at first, deep, controlled strokes that made Minne’s knees buckle. I wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her upright, the other hand sliding up to cover her mouth gently—not to silence her completely, just to muffle the little sounds she couldn’t help making.

”Shhh,” I whispered against the shell of her ear. ”She’s right there. You don’t want her to hear how much you need this cock, do you?”

Minne shook her head frantically, eyes squeezing shut. Her pussy clenched hard around me at the words. She loved the risk—the danger of being caught. It always made her wetter.

I picked up the pace, hips rolling in steady, deliberate thrusts. Each one pushed a tiny, stifled moan past my fingers. Her palms slid a little on the door; she braced harder.

From inside the bathroom, Eleanor’s voice floated out over the water.

”Evan? You still out there?”

My heart kicked hard. Minne froze, inner walls pulsing around me in panic and arousal.

”Yeah,” I called back, keeping my voice even. I didn’t stop moving—just slowed to long, grinding rolls that let me stay buried deep. ”Just catching my breath. You good?”

”So good,” she laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles. ”This shower pressure is insane. I might never leave.”

Minne bit her lip under my hand, eyes rolling back as I circled my hips, dragging the head of my cock over that sensitive spot inside her.

”Take your time,” I said. ”Take... your... ah... your time.”

I felt Minne tremble—her whole body vibrating with the effort not to cry out. I slid my free hand down her stomach, under the crumpled hem of her skirt, fingers finding her clit. I rubbed slow, firm circles while I kept thrusting—deep, quiet, relentless.

She came fast the first time. Fuck, she was already sensitive, huh?

It hit her like a wave—silent but violent. Her pussy clamped down in rhythmic spasms, milking me hard. Her knees nearly gave out; I tightened my arm around her waist to keep her upright. A muffled whine vibrated against my palm. Her head dropped forward, forehead resting on the door, red hair sticking to her flushed cheek.

I didn’t stop.

The shower kept running. Eleanor started singing again—some old pop song, off-key and carefree.

Minne turned her head just enough to look back at me with glassy, pleading eyes.

”More,” she mouthed silently.

I smiled against her neck, kissed the sweat-slick skin there, and gave her what she wanted.

I fucked her harder now—still controlled, still quiet, but deeper. Each thrust made her small breasts bounce under the thin fabric of her dress. I reached up and tugged the neckline down, freeing one nipple. I pinched it lightly, rolling it between my fingers the way she liked. She arched, pushing back onto me, trying to take me even deeper.

”Evan?” Eleanor’s voice again, closer to the door this time. ”You got any of that nice shampoo left? The one that smells like coconut? Every room in this hotel has one right... well, mine did anyway.”

My pulse hammered in my ears. Minne’s walls were fluttering again—she was close to a second one already.

”In the cabinet,” I managed, voice only a little strained. ”Top shelf.”

”Thanks, babe.”

Babe. Casual. Easy. The word made something possessive flare in my chest. I drove into Minne a little harder—reward and punishment at once. She whimpered against my hand, thighs shaking.

I leaned in close again. ”You hear that? She called me babe while I’m balls-deep in your tight little pussy. You like knowing I’m filling you up right under her nose?”

Minne nodded frantically, tears of overstimulation gathering at the corners of her eyes. She loved me—really loved me. Had for years. And every time we did this she whispered the same secret hope against my skin: that one day I’d give her what she craved most. A baby. My baby. She never asked outright anymore—just begged with her body, with the way she came around me, with the way she never let me pull out.

I felt her building again. Faster this time. Her breathing turned ragged, even through my fingers.

”Cum again for me,” I whispered. ”Quiet. Let me feel it.”

”Master... Master...”

”Ssh. Cum, honey. Let yourself go.”

”I’m... I’m gonna... I want to...”

”Want what?”

She gritted her teeth. ”Master.. OH... Master... OHH...”

She came hard.

The second orgasm ripped through her silently but brutally. Her whole body locked up—back arching, pussy spasming so hard it almost pushed me out. I held her tight, grinding deep, riding it out with her. Wetness coated my cock, my balls, dripped down her thighs. She sagged against the door when it finally passed, trembling, boneless.

I wasn’t far behind.

The shower was still running. Eleanor was rinsing her hair now—I could hear the water change pitch as she tilted her head under the spray.

I sped up—short, urgent thrusts, chasing my own release. Minne reached back, small hand wrapping around my hip, urging me deeper.

”Please,” she breathed against my palm, so quiet I barely heard it. ”Inside... please, Master...”

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, groaned low, and came.

Hot, thick pulses flooded her. I held myself deep, hips flush to her ass, emptying everything I had left into her waiting body. She whimpered softly—happy, relieved, possessive—as she felt me fill her. Her walls fluttered one last time, milking every drop like she could pull it straight to where she wanted it most.

We stayed like that for long seconds—panting, sweating, my cock still twitching inside her. The shower kept running. Eleanor started humming again.

I kissed the back of Minne’s neck, gentle now.

”Good girl,” I murmured.

She smiled against the door—small, secret, hopeful.

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- Sexual Activity Completed

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Partner: Minne

EXP Gained: +500

Villain Bonus: +10 EXP

Star Rating: 4.9 ★★★★

Reason: -

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- Bliss Multiplier: 663c

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I pulled out slowly. A thick trickle of my cum immediately followed, sliding down her thigh. She pressed her own hand between her legs this time, same way Eleanor had, trying to keep it all inside.

I stepped back. Minne turned, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. She straightened her skirt with shaking hands, smoothed her hair.

The bathroom door opened a crack.

”Evan? Towel?”

Minne froze.

I stepped smoothly in front of her, blocking the narrow view.

”Uh, yeah, yeah. Coming.”

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