The Heart System Nov Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Fucking Kim would get

eighty-nine experience points just like that? It wasn’t even a risky one, but the reward was so high. No—no, it was risky. She had a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t just ruin their relationship like that. And besides, I had doubts Kim would even want

anyway. Tom was her guy, and from what I’d seen, she was into clever dudes. Tom wasn’t exactly manly or built, but the guy was a damn genius.

If only this system had a stat called Intelligence or sothing. Maybe then I’d stand a chance. But—ah, fuck it. Kim was just the kind of woman who’d haunt my dreams. The kind I’d think about while jerking off at night. I could already picture it: my cock sliding between those thick thighs, my tongue pressed into her sweaty armpits, railing her from behind while yanking her hair back—

"Fuck. I’m getting hard," I muttered under my breath, shifting in the chair.

So I waited. Ate another forkful. Waited so more. Nothing. The house was quiet except for the faint creaks of pipes. I glanced at the clock. How long could it take them to change and piss?

"Evan!" Kim’s voice suddenly cut through from her bedroom. "Can you co here for a second? I cannot reach there."

"Reach?" I repeated, pushing my chair back. My heart kicked up a beat as I walked down the hall toward her room.

Her bedroom was simple but neat. Two wardrobes side by side dominated the far wall, a wide bed pressed against the window with light sheets, and a scatter of magazines on the nightstand. The kind of room that looked lived in, not dressed up.

And there she was—Kim—standing on her toes in front of the left wardrobe, still in that sauce-stained tank top and tight hotpants. Her skin glistened faintly with sweat, strands of hair clinging to her neck. She stretched upward, fingers barely grazing the edge of the top shelf, reaching for sothing.

Her tank top rode up with every motion, exposing more of her toned belly, smooth skin catching the light. Her tits jiggled with the effort, fabric pulling snug across her chest. And her arms—fuck—her armpits flashed with every stretch, the curve of her ribs visible beneath.

Hey, shit, I wasn’t even into armpits. But Kim was just—it was... hard to explain. It was just heavenly.

"What... are you doing?" I asked, my voice lower than I ant.

"Looks like Tom will be in the toilet for a while," she said with a small shake of her head, still reaching, her breasts bouncing with the motion. "I guess pasta ssed with his settings, huh?"

"Ah," I smirked, "sorry to hear that."

"Yeah," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "he wants

to get his charger so he can watch so stupid videos. He’s on low battery."

I stepped forward, right in front of her. From this angle, I could see straight down the loose neckline of her tank top—just a teasing shadow of cleavage. My cock pulsed, but I forced myself to focus.

I reached up casually and grabbed the charger from the shelf with ease.

"God," Kim exhaled with a grin, brushing her hair back. "Thank you."

"No problem." I smiled, holding it out to her. "We should go back. The food’s getting cold."

We didn’t go back to the table right away. Instead, we just stood there in her bedroom, looking at each other with that weird, awkward silence that said more than words could.

My eyes betrayed . They dropped to her tank top, to the faint curve of her tits barely hidden by the thin fabric, to the way her nipples pressed lightly against the cotton. I tried to pull my gaze back up, but it was too late.

She caught .

Kim chuckled quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "I know," she said softly.

My chest tightened. "Know... what?"

"You’ve been checking

out since I knocked on your door."

"I, I just—" I stamred, heat rushing to my face. "No, you’ve got the wrong idea."

"Have I?" she tilted her head, smiling, voice dripping with playful accusation. "Really? That’s a bumr."

"Bumr? Y-you have... Tom."

"Tom," she repeated flatly, like the na itself was exhausting. She sat down on the edge of her bed, resting her hands beside her hips. "I love him. But he’s too... girly at tis. Can’t handle a woman like a man."

"Oh..." was all I could manage.

"That’s why," she whispered, legs parting wider and wider, "I’ve been opening my legs for other guys. Sotis, it feels good to be in bed with soone who won’t cum in five minutes, you know?"

"I..." My throat dried out. My brain scread stop, but my body was already leaning forward.

"Hey," she whispered with a slow smile. "Tom’ll be in the bathroom for a while now. What should we do?"

That broke .

I lunged before I even thought about it, pushing her down onto the bed. She let out a low laugh, not resisting, not even flinching. Her back hit the mattress, hair fanning out, and I climbed over her, pressing my lips hungrily against hers.

She kissed

back, hot and wet, her tongue sliding against mine. My hips ground down, and she shifted, glancing down at the bulge straining against my pants.

Her lips curved into a wicked smirk. "Mm... it’s bigger than Tom’s. That’s a real man’s cock."

I groaned into her mouth, my cock throbbing at her words.

"Say it again," I muttered, kissing along her jaw.

She giggled breathlessly. "Tom’s got a boy dick. You’ve got a man dick. That’s the difference."

"Fuck..." I growled, grinding harder against her.

"Hey," she suddenly pushed against my chest and slid out from under . She stood, turned, and pressed her hand against the wardrobe, bending forward just slightly, her ass sticking out toward . She arched her back perfectly, head tilting so she could look at

from over her shoulder.

"Fuck

already."

My breath hitched. I stepped closer, grabbed her waist, and yanked her hotpants down in one motion. Her panties ca with them, sliding over her thighs and dropping to her ankles.

Her bare ass stared back at , glistening faintly in the low light. I gripped my cock, freed it from my pants, and pressed the thick shaft against her wet slit, rubbing slow teasing strokes.

"Mmm..." she muttered, rolling her hips back. "Even the tip is so fucking big. You’re so much better than Tom."

I smirked, sliding my length up and down her slick folds. "Well... the competition isn’t hard if I’m winning against Tom, right?"

Her laugh was low, dirty, perfect. "His little dick is like my pinky. You have no idea how hard I fake moan when we have sex."

"Yeah?" I positioned myself at her entrance, cock throbbing against her. "Well... no faking it now."

I pressed forward, the tip of my cock sliding against her wet folds. Just the heat of her pussy sent a violent shiver up my spine.

Kim gasped, knuckles whitening on the wardrobe handle as she braced herself. Her back arched instinctively, ass pushing against

like she’d been waiting for this mont. "God... you’re really gonna do it, huh? You’re about to fuck

right in my own bedroom..."

"Fuck, Kim..." I muttered under my breath. My cock throbbed as it nestled between her lips, already slick. "You’re... so wet already."

She tilted her head, that mischievous smirk creeping over her lips. "Of course I am. I’ve been thinking about this since you walked in. Since you dropped that fork and stared at my thighs. Don’t think I didn’t notice, Evan."

I swallowed hard, pulse hamring. "Shit..."

"Co on," she whispered, rolling her hips back against , saring my shaft with her wetness. "Push it in. I want to feel a real cock. Not Tom’s pathetic little excuse."

That stung. It was dirty, wrong, and it made my cock twitch like I was possessed. I grabbed her hips, lined myself up properly, and thrust.

The head popped inside and Kim jolted violently, a sharp gasp spilling from her lips. "Ohhh—fuck! It’s... it’s stretching

already. God, Evan!"

I froze, panting, gripping her waist. "Jesus Christ... you’re so fucking tight."

"Don’t stop," she moaned breathlessly. "Push it deeper... I need all of it. Give

what Tom never could."

Gritting my teeth, I shoved in deeper, inch by inch. Her pussy clamped down hard, sucking

in.

"Ahhh—fuck!" she cried, legs trembling. "You’re huge! God... Tom’s cock never even fills

halfway. You’re splitting

apart—mmm—like a real man."

My chest burned. Each word shot fuel straight to my dick. I groaned, bottoming out inside her, hips flush against her ass.

"Fuck, Kim..." I whispered harshly. "This is... insane. I shouldn’t be—"

She cut

off with a filthy laugh. "Shouldn’t be what? Ruining ? Giving

what I’ve been craving while my boyfriend sits in the bathroom shitting his guts out? You’re exactly what I need."