SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System Chapter 55: Doggy[R18 ]

Creak!

Shut!

Lock!

The apartnt was quiet as Mikey stepped inside, the faint hum of the city filtering through the windows.

The place had a lived-in feel: nothing fancy, but comfortable. A couch sat across from a small coffee table, cluttered with a few magazines and a remote control and at the top of a bookshelf situated a few inches from the TV was a music player.

A kitchen was visible through an open doorway, where soft light spilled from the refrigerator. Mikey glanced around, his eyes lingering on the simple décor. It wasn’t much, but it felt like ho.

"Nice place." he muttered, his voice soft as he turned to Angela, who had just hung her coat on the rack by the door.

Angela smiled at the complint.

"Thanks. It’s nothing special, but it works." she replied, stepping into the kitchen.

Mikey leaned against the doorfra, watching her. She moved fluidly, her casual confidence making him feel strangely at ease despite the tension in the air.

Still, he was certain were the evening was heading, but the events of the evening left him in a sort of uncertain limbo.

’ She’s actually making the coffee? Coffee, this late at night? Wow, she must really want up all night.’

Angela returned shortly, two mugs of coffee in hand, the rich aroma filling the room. She handed one to Mikey, her fingers brushing against his briefly as he took it.

"Thank you." Mikey said, his eyes catching hers for a mont. He wasn’t used to being in situations like this, not where things seed... open-ended.

"You’re welco." She replied with a playful smile, then spun on her heel and dropped herself onto the couch.

The cushions gave way beneath her as she sank into them, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. Mikey’s eyes involuntarily followed the subtle shake of her chest, catching a glimpse that made his thoughts stumble for a second.

She took a sip of her coffee and stared into the mug, her fingers tapping absentmindedly against the porcelain. Mikey watched her, his gaze flickering from her to the room around them.

The silence between them was comfortable yet thick with unspoken words. Mikey shifted as he stood, unsure of how to break it.

"So." he started, his voice unsure.

"What do you want to do now?"

Angela looked up at him, her lips curling into a playful smile.

"Well...uhh...you’re the guy and the only one who isn’t fucked up so..." she teased.

Mikey raised an eyebrow, feeling a small smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Fair enough." he said as he took a slight sip of his coffee.

"...but I am the guest here...which ans that... as the guest, you’re at my rcy. No pressure, though."

Mikey chuckled, taking another sip of his coffee.

Angela opened her mouth to respond, but the words faltered, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she realized Mikey was right.

"Smart ass." she murmured fondly, her voice light and playful. Mikey chuckled softly, the warmth in his laugh making her smile grow a little wider.

"What did you have in mind?"

Angela shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes gleaming as she set her mug down on the coffee table beside her.

"I don’t know. I wasn’t planning anything fancy. I just thought... I could show you sothing fun."

Mikey tilted his head, intrigued by her speech.

"Like what?"

Without saying a word, Angela stood up from the chair, a playful sparkle in her eyes. She walked over to the music player by the corner of the room, her fingers gently pressing the buttons until a lively, upbeat tune filled the air, bringing the room to life. Turning back toward Mikey, she flashed him a grin, her expression full of mischief.

"Let’s dance." she said with a light-hearted tone, her voice carrying a hint of excitent as she took a step closer to him.

Mikey blinked in surprise. "Dance?" He wasn’t sure how to react, his mind running through various possibilities.

"Huh?...we just did that..." He grunted.

’Did she forget that or is she just too drunk?’

Nevertheless, Angela didn’t miss a beat. She was already swaying to the rhythm, moving with an effortless grace that made it look like she’d been dancing to this exact song for years. Her hips followed the music with a playful ease, as if she were completely in sync with the tune. Mikey, on the other hand, felt like a fish out of water. He wasn’t sure whether to join her, stand still, or make a mad dash for the door.

But one thing was clear: he was absolutely not going to go through that awkward, uncoordinated ss from earlier again. No way. He wasn’t about to embarrass himself twice in one night all for sex... which was surprising to think since it was Mikey we’re talking about.

She snapped her fingers, urging him to join her, but Mikey persisted for a mont, standing his ground.

Angela moved with an effortless grace, closing the distance between them so smoothly that Mikey barely had ti to react. Before he could process what was happening, she was right afront him, her presence warm and comforting.

With a soft, playful smile, she turned around, running her fingers until they gently rested on the back of his neck.

She pulled herself closer, her body fitting against his in a way as she pushed her fattened ass to his pants instantly igniting Mikey’s drive.

Mikey’s breath caught for a mont as the sensation of her warmth ass against his cock made his heart skip a beat. It was a delicate, tender kind of closeness, and he felt himself relax into it, despite the surprise.

Her other hand slid down to his hands, guiding it to her waist, her touch light but sure. He could feel the gentle press of her body, her movents in sync with the rhythm of the music.

Angela didn’t persist. At first, she moved her hips in a gentle up and down stride, following the rhythm of the music. And this only captivated Mikey the more, as he could feel his dick gradually hardening, getting harder as he pushed himself further to her supple buttocks.

"You’re not so bad." she teased, her smile wide as she twirled, her laugh light and carefree. Sohow, Mikey found himself following her strides, moving his body to align with her hips. And soon, she gradually moved faster, rocking her ass against his hardened dick faster and faster, fueled by the enticing hardness of his cock.

Her lips slightly gaped, her grip on his hands tightening as she tilted a bit lower, rocking her ass cheeks against his cock print.

Grunt.

Mikey felt a shift in the air as his body subtly responded to the mont, the warmth of Angela’s presence wrapping around him like a gentle embrace.

And so, they danced together, rocking their bodies against each other as their breathes deepened and soon-

Clip!

The song ca to an end. However, their connection didn’t. Angela remained as she was, moving her body against his, only this ti a bit more gentle as her breathe grew heavier.

Mikey’s hands, on the other hand, moved on their own, fueled by the mont, gradually rising her his grip on her waist up to her succulent breast. He took a greedy squeeze of it, tilting his face towards her neck as he released a soft heavy sigh on her neck, which reciprocated with a pleasured moan escaping from her lips.

"Mmmm..."

His other hand as well, moved lower, traveling down below her to pelvis and then to her down to her pussy. He dipped his hand in, gently rubbing his hand against her pussya whilst still carassessing her petite bosoms- consuming her with pleasure.

Mikey’s hand moved gently, almost instinctively, responding to her every breath and subtle shift. There was no rush—only the steady squeezes of her breathes in resonance to each gently rub of his fingers on her pussy.

Angela’s fingers found his hand, which still remained cupped on her ample bosom, softly wrapping around them as if they were his.

The way she held on, her grip tightening just slightly, prompted Mikey the more. It wasn’t just the closeness—it was the undying pleasure that even she couldn’t deny.

His breath caught in his throat, and for a mont, he closed his eyes, just feeling the mont, until finally- he couldn’t take it anymore.

"Fuck this..."

Without a word, he led her gently across the room, each step deliberate. Their fingers stayed interlocked, like a silent vow between them, until they reached the edge of the kitchen table. And without another word, he turned her over, ass to him, and with a soft push on her back, her tilted her over until her ass was completely bent to him.

His hands moved instinctively, raising her skirt up as he gently pulled her pink sexy G-string off without a single revolt from her.

He leaned backwards, buckling his belt and undressing his pants as well as he exposed his full flinched throbbing hardened cock, begging to have just a taste of her pussy.

And now, the mont had finally arrived, with his dick only a few inches away from penetrating her swollen vulva—when suddenly, a soft chi broke the silence, and a glowing notification appeared right in front of him, halting his actions in its tracks.

[Ding!]

[Objective: Woo Angela]

[Mission complete]

[Rewards will now be allocated to player]

’What? No! This can’t be.... No!!!!’

Regardless of his thoughts, without another word, he was pulled away from his mont back to the pitch blackness of the ga nu.