Chapter 77: Mutual climax (18 )
Their bodies moved together with increasing urgency. Andrey’s thrusts grew deeper and steadier, his cock sliding in and out of Lisa’s tight, wet pussy with smooth, rhythmic motions. The slick sounds of their connection filled the room, mixing with their heavy breathing.
Lisa’s eyes were half-lidded, hazy with pleasure. She looked up at Andrey’s face, flushed, focused, and filled with desire. Sothing inside her lted. She reached up with both hands, cupping his cheeks gently, her fingers trembling slightly.
"Andrey..." she whispered breathlessly. "Kiss ..."
Andrey didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their mouths moved together hungrily, tongues sliding and tangling, exchanging saliva in ssy, heated strokes. Lisa moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer.
The kiss made her even more aroused. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, her hips lifting to et every thrust. Andrey groaned against her lips, the vibration sending shivers through her body as he continued moving inside her.
Their tongues danced, wet and eager, saliva mixing between them as the kiss grew sloppier and more desperate. Andrey’s hips never stopped thrusting deep and steady, his cock rubbing against her sensitive inner walls with every motion.
Lisa pulled back just enough to gasp for air, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips. Her voice ca out in broken, needy moans.
"Anhh... Andrey... deeper... ahhn—!!"
Andrey kept kissing her between thrusts, their mouths eting again and again as he drove his cock into her with increasing intensity. Lisa’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper.
The pleasure built rapidly between them, their bodies moving in perfect sync — hot, wet, and completely lost in each other.
Andrey’s thrusts grew deeper and faster, his cock sliding in and out of Lisa’s tight, soaking pussy with wet, rhythmic sounds. Every stroke rubbed against her sensitive inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure through both of them.
Lisa’s moans were getting higher, more desperate. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Andrey groaned against her neck, his hips snapping forward harder.
"I’m... getting close, Lisa..." he rasped, his voice strained. "I want to cum..."
Lisa’s arms tightened around his neck, her breath hot against his ear. " too... Let’s cum together... please, Andrey..."
Andrey held back as much as he could, keeping his thrusts steady and deep, grinding against her with every motion. Lisa’s pussy clenched around him, wet and hot, squeezing him tighter as she neared the edge.
"I’m... I’m going to cum too... ahhn—!!" Lisa cried out, her voice breaking.
Their movents beca frantic. Andrey buried his face in her neck, thrusting harder, faster, driving his cock as deep as possible. Lisa clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his back.
"Andrey—!! I’m cumming—!!"
Lisa ca first. Her body convulsed violently beneath him, her pussy spasming and clenching hard around his cock as waves of intense pleasure crashed through her. She cried out his na, her legs locking tightly around him, holding him deep inside as she trembled uncontrollably.
The feeling of her pussy milking him pushed Andrey over the edge right after her.
With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust all the way in and ca hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding deep into Lisa’s womb. Pulse after pulse filled her completely, the warmth spreading through her lower belly as his seed pumped into her.
Lisa moaned weakly, still shaking from her orgasm, her arms wrapped tightly around Andrey’s neck as she felt every spurt filling her.
"So warm..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling. "Your cum... is filling
up..."
Andrey stayed buried deep inside her, his body pressed against hers as the last spurts emptied into her womb. They held each other tightly, breathing hard, hearts pounding in sync.
The system chid softly:
System: Mutual climax achieved! Internal ejaculation complete~
Affection surge:
150 (deep emotional connection
creampie)
Bonus: Lisa’s womb sensitivity increased. Minor healing effect applied to both.
They stayed like that for a long mont connected, warm, and exhausted, Lisa’s arms still wrapped around him, her face buried in his neck.
A few minutes later....
Andrey stood on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against his face. The city lights of Elysium glittered below, oblivious to the chaos that had unfolded hours ago. He held his phone to his ear, his voice calm despite the exhaustion weighing on his body.
"We’re fine. The wounds will probably heal quickly," he said.
Through the receiver, Hope’s voice carried a note of relief. "That’s good to hear. I’ll send over so potions to speed up the recovery."
Andrey shook his head slightly, even though she couldn’t see him. "That won’t be necessary. We’re already doing well enough on our own. Besides... how are you holding up?"
There was a brief pause before Hope answered. "I’m fine. But things are chaotic here. This is the second major scandal after the Vixion Guild incident. We’re probably going to be even busier from now on."
"So I see," Andrey murmured. He hesitated for a mont, then asked, "Speaking of which... have you heard anything about a hero nad Markus?"
Hope fell silent. The pause stretched, and when she spoke again, her voice was softer.
"Markus Hedrickson... he was found dead in his apartnt."
Andrey’s jaw tightened. He stared out at the city lights, his reflection ghostly in the dark glass of the balcony door.
"I see," he said quietly.
"It’s cruel," Hope continued, her voice carrying a weight of frustration. "Killing a hero so easily, manipulating people, acting however they please. But now that the demons have revealed themselves, we can be more careful. We can counter them when we et again. At least... we don’t have to worry about more victims caught off guard."
Andrey let out a slow breath. "That’s true. But it’s still a loss. We fell into their trap. We were lucky to survive all of it."
"Luck cos from strength too, Andrey," Hope said, her tone gentle but firm. "Don’t dwell on it too much. Think about what you’re going to do next. Isn’t that the better way?"
Despite himself, Andrey’s lips curved into a small smile. "You’re always so positive, Hope."
Hope chuckled softly. "Of course. We have to live life cheerfully, don’t we? Besides, we only get one shot at this. Don’t let the weight crush you. Enjoy what’s here, today."
Andrey leaned against the balcony railing, his voice quiet. "Why are you always so kind to ? I’m just a low-rank hero, after all."
A brief silence. When Hope spoke again, there was a playful lilt in her voice. "Hmm... I don’t really know. Maybe because I’m interested in you?"
Andrey’s cheeks ward slightly. He adjusted his glasses, suddenly self-conscious. "What do you an by that?"
There was a flustered gasp on the other end, followed by a quick correction. "Ah—I didn’t an it in a weird way! I ant... I’m interested in your potential. Yes, that’s it. Your potential."
Andrey’s lips twitched, but he said nothing.
Hope cleared her throat, her professional tone returning. "Anyway, I still have work to do. I’ll contact you when I have ti. Take care, Andrey."
The line went dead.
Andrey lowered the phone, staring at the dark screen. The night wind rustled his hair, and sowhere below, a car horn blared. He stood there for a long mont, then stepped back inside from the balcony, the cool night air still clinging to his clothes.
He walked quietly to the armchair and sat down, pulling up the system’s holographic interface. The familiar pink screen flickered to life.
System: Welco back, Host. You have 260 Affection Points remaining. Shop is open.
Andrey scrolled through the skill list, his eyes tired but focused. "That fight was too intense," he muttered to himself. "I need more skills. Sothing to help
last longer in prolonged battles."
He reviewed his recent expenditures: the serpent staff shattered. The mana disruptor used up. Two Magical Girl summon items consud. His points had taken a hit, but there was still enough left.
He continued browsing. Then he stopped.
Regeneration (Passive) – Gradually restores HP over ti. Rate scales with Ki level. Cost: 150 Affection Points.
Andrey read the description twice. "With Damage Absorb, I can take hits and store energy. But if I’m worn down over ti... regeneration would help
stay in the fight longer. It’s perfect."
He pressed the purchase button.
System: Regeneration acquired! Passive skill unlocked. Current regeneration rate: 1% HP every 10 seconds. Scales with Ki Manipulation level. Affection Points remaining: 110.
A warmth spread through his body—subtle, like a gentle current flowing beneath his skin. He could feel it already working, knitting together the smaller aches and bruises that still lingered.
He dismissed the shop and leaned back in the chair, exhaling slowly. The apartnt was quiet, peaceful. For a mont, he allowed his eyes to close.
Then he heard footsteps.
Soft, padding, barely audible on the wooden floor. Andrey’s eyes opened.
Sarah was walking toward him.
She was wearing his white dress shirt, the one he kept in the closet for formal occasions. It hung loosely on her fra, the hem reaching just below her hips. The top few buttons were undone, revealing the curve of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Beneath the shirt, he could see the outline of her underwear—a dark color, barely visible in the dim light, but clearly there.
She stopped in front of him, her brown hair ssy and slightly disheveled from sleep. Her eyes were still heavy-lidded, but there was a softness in them.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly, her voice husky with drowsiness.
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