The Heart System - Chapter 648
I leaned in closer to inspect the screen. The image showed a model posing in an incredibly skimpy, ultra-mini pleated skirt that barely covered the hips, paired with a tight crop top. The top featured an open, heart-shaped cutout directly over the stomach and a dangerously deep cleavage line that left almost nothing to the imagination. The model in the photo had her arms pinned behind her back, leaving her smooth, bare armpits prominently displayed.
“Okay, this is… actually really good,” I muttered, my eyes locking onto the design. “Holy shit. How much is it?”
“Eighty-five,” she replied evenly. “Ninety-five if you include the shipping cost.”
“I absolutely hate paying for shipping.”
“Then we’d have to buy something else to clear the ninety-five-dollar threshold for free delivery,” she smirked, her eyes flashing with mischief. “Maybe we should buy a steel chastity cage for your dick.”
“How about we get this instead?” I countered, ignoring her jab as I scrolled down the page and pointed at a recommended item at the bottom of the screen. “Looks like a better investment, no?”
“The fuck is that?”
The item was a specialized piece of high-end adult lingerie; a sheer, strappy panty that featured an integrated, micro-sized bullet dildo built directly into the crotch seam. According to the product description, when worn, the insert would sit directly inside the user’s center. It came equipped with a Bluetooth remote control function synced to a smartphone app, allowing a partner to adjust the vibration patterns and intensity from across the room.
“Your horny ass would choose something like that. Of course,” she scoffed, though her eyes lingered on the specifications. “What are you going to do, turn it on when we’re out in public? Like one of those cliché porns where the woman is walking through a grocery store faking a reaction?”
“Hey, I’m just throwing out options here.”
“Don’t throw out options, Evan,” she remarked, snatching her phone back and tapping the purchase confirmation anyway. “Let the one with the actual brain make the decisions around here.”
I just exhaled a long sigh, shaking my head at her attitude. “Ugh…”
“Give me your card.”
“So you’re buying it?”
“What do you think?”
I leaned down and grabbed my pants off the floor, sliding my wallet out of the back pocket and fishing out the card to hand over to her. She grabbed it without saying a word, quickly entering the numbers on the screen and confirming the purchase. Once the transaction cleared, she tossed the card back to me and locked her phone.
Then, she suddenly stood up, scooping up the cum-stained t-shirt and the tailored pants I had bought for her, and marched straight into the kitchen. I followed closely behind, highly curious about what she was planning to do with a ruined outfit.
“If they won’t accept the refund,” she smirked, looking back at me with a dangerous glint in her eyes, “let’s get a little fucking naughty, huh?”
“What… exactly do you have in mind?”
Penelope slid open the kitchen drawer and pulled out a heavy pair of silver scissors. She caught me staring at the blades and let out a rough laugh. “Relax, I’m not gonna cut your dick off. Calm the fuck down.”
I just stared at her with a deadpan expression, crossing my arms.
Without another word, Penelope spread the expensive Nuppia t-shirt on the kitchen counter and began cutting into it. The sharp blades sliced right through the premium fabric, and she didn’t stop at the shirt, she immediately moved on to the pants, lopping off sections with practiced ease. I just stood there, leaning against the counter and watching her work.
A few minutes later, looking thoroughly satisfied with her handiwork, Penelope slipped into the modified clothes.
The result was unhinged and incredibly hot. From the strategic slashes she had made across the chest of the t-shirt, her massive breasts were pushing through, leaving her huge areolas and heavily erect nipples fully exposed. Down below, the pants had been completely carved out around the crotch and rear, leaving her cheeks and center entirely open.
I smirked, stepping forward. I grabbed the scissors right out of her hand and knelt down on the kitchen tiles right in front of her. Positioning the blades right above the open fabric near her pelvis, I made a small cut. The premium Nuppia fabric was tough and didn’t shear away that easily, so I slipped my index and middle fingers right into the small slit I had made and yanked outward, ripping the threads apart to expand the gap.
Now, the thick patch of her pubic hair was completely visible, framing the top of her dripping folds.
I looked up at her, still crouched at her feet. “Now it’s fully done, huh?”
What the fuck? A familiar chime rang out, notifying me that I had just gained ten points with her simply for helping her destroy her own clothes. Hell, I’d take it. Reaching that number automatically unlocked a milestone reward I had never seen before, a passive buff that instantly applied a times-three EXP modifier to my next sexual encounter. Times three? Fuck yeah, things were getting lucrative.
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WOMEN – INTERACTIONS
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Jasmine: Interest: 40 / 60
Kayla: Interest: 38 / 40
Tessa: Interest: 40 / 60
Kim: Interest: 100 / 100
Delilah: Interest: 100 / 100
Cora: Interest: 100 / 100
Mendy: Interest: 24 / 40
Nala: Interest: 100 / 100
Penelope: Interest: 25 / 40
Minne: Interest: 38 / 40
Ivy: Interest: 57 / 60
Eleanor: Interest: 25 / 40
Amelia: Interest: 12 / 20
Esme: Interest: 72 / 80
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She chuckled down at me, looking down her nose. “Fucking pervert. You would want to see me walk around like this, huh?”
“Only when I’m the one around,” I said, stretching my legs as I stood back up to my full height.
“Seriously, you’re just another basic, horny guy in the sea,” she said, shaking her head with a smirk as she snatched the scissors back and tossed them into the drawer. “I still have absolutely no idea why Mendy took a liking to you.”
“Guess I’m just lucky… to know both of you.”
“Are you trying to play the knight in shining armor right now?” she asked, leaning against the counter. “Because it’s really not fucking working.”
“A man can only hope, Pen.”
She turned and sauntered back toward the living room while I stayed back in the kitchen for a second, watching her retreat. Fuck, the view of her bouncing tits from the side and her bare ass peeking through the shredded pants was insane. Penelope stopped in the middle of the room, putting both hands on her waist, and spun around to give me a full view.
“How is it? Better than that boring-ass Nuppia design?”
“They should honestly hire you,” I nodded, walking out to join her. “You’d design the best clothes in the whole galaxy.”
As I stepped into the living room, a glowing quest alert flashed into existence directly in front of my face.
