The Heart System Nov Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Chapter 83

I walked up to the door and knocked. Just a few seconds later, it swung open.

Delilah stood there, and holy shit... she was smoking hot. Tight t-shirt clinging to her tits, hotpants hugging every curve, the hint of a caltoe teasing . She looked like she’d just walked out of a magazine, and I couldn’t help the heat rising in my chest.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual, though my eyes betrayed . "Ivy told

your computer’s been..."

"Oh, yes!" she said, her voice tired but sultry. "It’s been giving

trouble for months now. Please, just fix this junk, Evan. I’ll do anything you want."

I smirked, feeling my pulse spike. She had no idea how close she was to crossing so very dangerous territory with .

"Sure," I said, keeping my voice easy. "Let

take a look at it."

"Here, co in," she said, stepping aside and letting

into her apartnt.

I stepped inside, and Delilah led

toward her bedroom. My eyes couldn’t help but wander; her ass in those tight hotpants was practically daring

to imagine what I’d do if she let . Pin her down on the bed, fuck her right there... I shook my head.

’Okay, calm down, Evan. Calm down. She caught you once already. Don’t be an idiot.’

We entered the room. It was cozy but ssy—just enough to make it feel lived-in. A bed sat in the middle, rumpled sheets hinting at lazy mornings. A wardrobe leaned against one wall, slightly ajar. A rug lay crumpled on the floor, sunlight streaming through the windows, dust motes dancing lazily in the beams.

Then my eyes caught sothing that made

freeze for a beat: a lone red panty lying on the bed. It looked used, worn, and... my cock reacted imdiately, hardening in seconds.

Delilah cleared her throat, pointing toward a corner. "Here’s the culprit giving

a headache," she said, indicating the PC case.

Before she could see my boner, I took a big step forward and crouched down in front of the computer. I forced my hands to seem casual, scanning the rig like nothing was happening.

"Uh, yeah," I said. "Looks dusty."

"I’ll be in the living room," she said. "Got an online eting I need to join." She pulled her phone from her pocket, tapping the screen, then disappeared down the hallway.

I exhaled, the tension in my body easing slightly... but only slightly. My eyes drifted back to the red panty on the bed.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I muttered under my breath. "Oh man... no. Not again. Nope. Nope. History won’t repeat itself twice."

I couldn’t help but think she had left it there on purpose—deliberately, just for

to find it and stare. My pulse quickened, and my cock twitched in response. Slowly, I got up, taking a careful step closer to the red panty, gulping as I stared at it.

By the nightstand window, sothing caught my eye—the end of a purple dildo, just barely visible. My imagination went wild. I could picture her here, touching herself, moaning into the sheets, lost in her own pleasure. My cock throbbed violently with each thought, my pants straining with every pulse.

The sudden sound of the house door snapping open made

jerk slightly.

"I’m ho," Ivy called, closing the door behind her. "Mom? Evan here yet?"

"I’m... here!" I said quickly, crouching beside the case and trying to hide my growing boner.

Ivy stepped in, and her eyes imdiately landed on the panty. She groaned audibly, picking it up and stepping out into the corridor before returning.

"Why would she even leave that on the bed..." she muttered. "With you in the room? She’s too oblivious, I swear. I’m so sorry about that, Evan."

"It’s fine," I said, forcing my voice steady. "I was just focused on the computer anyway."

"So," she said, crouching beside , her face close, "how does it look? Can we save the patient, doctor?"

"We can," I said with a grin. "All I need is a pizza."

"Not gonna happen."

"A burger?"

"Nope."

"Damn... a glass of water?"

"Maybe."

We shared a quiet smile.

I bent down, removing the cables from the PC case and carefully opening it, the glass panel revealing layers of dust and gri.

"Woah... when did you last clean this thing? It’s disgusting," I muttered.

"Years ago," she said, shrugging. Then she stood. "I’ll bring that glass of water for you."

"Uh-huh. Thanks."

"No problem," she replied, leaving the room as I returned to the case, my thoughts unavoidably drifting back to Delilah.

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Quest Available

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Title: Mom?

Task: Fuck Delilah

Reward: 99 EXP

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Accept Quest? [Yes] [No]

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I sighed after seeing the UI hover above . This thing again? I an, of course I wanted to fuck Delilah. But there was no way in hell I’d do it. She was my friend’s mother. And if Ivy were to find out—only God knew what she would do to . No way. No. Fucking. Way.

I got to work on the computer, removing the fan cables first. Just as I was about to ask for a screwdriver, Ivy appeared with one in hand.

"Here’s your glass of water," she said, setting it down near the case. "And your screwdriver."

"Thanks. Was about to ask for that," I muttered, taking it and unscrewing the first fan. "Your mom... she kinda looks tired, doesn’t she?"

"She is," Ivy said, sitting on the edge of the bed and exhaling. "She works too much."

"She should take a day off," I said. "But I guess you’ve already told her that, right?"

"Million tis," she replied. "But since her house got burned down... she needs money to buy a new one. Surprise surprise. Local girls find out how the economy works."

"Damn," I muttered. "Can’t even take one day off?"

"She probably can," Ivy said. "But she’s too prideful to crash at my place."

"Prideful," I chuckled as I set the back fan aside. "Hey, you crashed at her place for twenty years."

"Guess I’m not as prideful as her," she laughed softly.

I moved onto the CPU cooler, removing it carefully. "Say... you’re still mad at ?"

"Because of ndy? I am," she said. "But... I suppose I can understand you. He was your friend. You trusted him not to screw up again. Then shit hit the fan."

"Yeah," I said, keeping my eyes on the cooler. "I just know he’d do the sa thing about ."

"You wouldn’t cheat on your girlfriend," she muttered quietly. "Hell, Lily cheated on you."

I exhaled, dark thoughts stirring, and kept silent while working. Ivy noticed the tension and panicked slightly.

"I didn’t an to say that," she added. "I’m sorry."

"It’s fine," I said. "She didn’t cheat on . She broke up with , then found another guy."

"Tomato, tomato," she muttered. "She was a bitch."

I pulled out the CPU cooler and set it on the rug, careful of the thermal paste. "Indeed. The bitchiest of bitches."

"Whorest of whores," Ivy teased, and we laughed.

The laughter faded as I went back to the case, removing the front two fans. Dust flew into the air, making

cough. Damn, all this gri had to be horrible for my lungs. What kind of computer owner doesn’t clean their PC?

"Jesus," I said. "She’s never cleaned this, huh?"

"Yeah. She usually does everything on her laptop or phone," Ivy said. "But... she suddenly wanted this cleaned and asked if you could do it."

"Good thing I ca along," I said. "Or this thing would’ve completely died."

"Yeah, really. Wish I understood that stuff," she said, glancing at .

And then my eyes... betrayed .

Ivy was wearing a skirt and a snug shirt. Her legs were smooth, bare. And after all that heat with Delilah earlier... my brain imdiately betrayed . Lust hit

like a freight train. My cock twitched in my pants, each pulse dragging my focus to her.

Fuck... now I was thinking about my friend like that. Delilah really ssed with my settings. I had to rub one out, or I’d lose my mind completely. But not here. I had to wait... at least I could get my hands on Kim later. Five days, full access... I could fuck her brains out and lose myself completely.

Ivy crossed her legs, and I saw it. The edge of her panties—white, delicate. My eyes snapped away imdiately, forcing my gaze back to the computer. Fuck it. I had to get off right fucking now.

"Um," I muttered. "Where’s the bathroom?"

"The second left," she said, pointing down the corridor.

"Thanks. Hey... don’t touch anything, okay?"

"Oh, hell no. I won’t," she said with a little smile.

I exhaled, keeping my hands off myself, trying to shove down the heat building in my groin as I headed to the bathroom. God, this was going to be a long day.

I pushed the bathroom door open and stepped inside. Small, cramped, but functional. The faint sll of soap lingered, and the mirror above the sink reflected a pale, tired light.

I locked the door behind , letting out a slow exhale. My hands went to my pants instinctively.