The Heart System Chapter 483

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Previously on The Heart System...
In the kitchen, Kayla secretly pleasures Evan beneath the counter as he struggles to prepare tea, stifling gasps and fabricating excuses amid the girls' oblivious chatter from the living room. He barely maintains composure through the intense encounter, finally serving the tea and rejoining the group, where they celebrate Minne's pregnancy with lighthearted teasing. Chaos erupts when the cat Mik steals a garter stocking tied to a mysterious surprise from Tessa and Delilah, leading to a playful chase, before Tessa instructs Evan to await them in the master bedroom.

As I moved past, Nala bumped my shoulder lightly and flashed a fast wink. Minne offered a timid, brief nod before trailing the rest. Jasmine and Kim planted extended kisses on my mouth each prior to heading off for preparations, while Tessa simply thrust her tongue out in my direction, Mik cradled in her arms again. Kayla was the final one to glide by, her rear deliberately grinding against my back. She paused just in front, delivered a light tap to her own buttock to set it quivering, and turned her head to ensure my eyes were on her.

Urging wasn't necessary a second time. I proceeded directly to the primary bedroom, keeping the entrance cracked open a bit. I stripped off my top and undid my trousers' buckle, my pulse hammering inside my chest with eager expectation.

Roughly ten seconds went by before my cell vibrated. The incoming call came from the hotel's front desk staff.

"Hello?"

"Apologies for the disturbance, sir," a female voice responded. "However, there's an individual here insisting on seeing you. She claims her name is Mendy."

"Mendy?" I repeated, my brows rising sharply. "Yes, of course. Bring her up right away."

"Certainly, sir. Enjoy your night."

Hold on, Mendy had truly arrived? She'd reconsidered her decision. In mere moments, I grew fully erect, needing no further arousal. The mere idea of her entering this chaotic gathering sufficed. I fastened my pants once more and moved toward the entrance.

Shortly after, the lift sounded its arrival. Through the door's viewer, I spotted Mendy emerging. She appeared anxious, halting to adjust her locks and inhaling deeply prior to rapping on the door.

I pulled the door wide. "Hi, Mendy."

Her gaze met mine—sans shirt, my toned midsection exposed, and evidently thrilled by her presence. My Charm stat was surely pulling the weight, as her stare swiftly fell to my torso before she could lift it back to my eyes. She swallowed, seeming somewhat rattled.

"Hi," I greeted, moving aside to allow her entry. "Kayla mentioned you might... you know, show up."

"I... er," she began, entering the cozy atmosphere of the luxury suite. "I had no plans to appear, yet... I'm not sure. The thoughts wouldn't leave me."

I drew Mendy into the suite's inviting warmth, the door latching closed after us. "I'm grateful you decided to come," I murmured, my tone lowering to a deep, grateful growl. "You've truly brightened my evening, Mendy."

A tentative, fleeting grin crossed her lips, her glance flicking to my exposed upper body before averting. "I... I simply couldn't resist."

I guided her down the corridor toward the main sleeping quarters. The passage remained silent, the other women occupied with their "surprise" in separate areas. Upon entering the room, I closed the door, enclosing us in the subdued, fragrant ambiance.

Mendy scanned the space, her fingers fidgeting nervously. "Where... are the others?"

"They're setting up a surprise for me, it seems," I explained, closing the distance until she had to tilt her head upward. My palms rested solidly on her hips. "Though I believe I've got my very own surprise present."

"Oh..." she exhaled, color blooming vividly on her face.

I drew her tightly to me. Our forms met, and she sensed the firm, insistent press of my arousal against her belly via my trousers. The snug fabric's rub was beginning to sting, an intense, urgent pulse I could no longer disregard. I lowered my hands to release my belt, sliding off my pants and underwear swiftly in one go.

The head of my member grazed the edge of her top, depositing a subtle, damp mark of fluid on the material. Mendy's eyes widened, her respiration catching as she peered downward at me.

"N-no... Evan," she stuttered, yet she made no move to retreat. "I'm only here to... uh... observe. Honestly."

I offered no rebuttal. Instead, I lifted my hand, using thumb and finger to grasp her chin and angle her face toward mine. I bent forward and claimed her mouth in a profound, voracious kiss. Briefly, she remained stiff, but then her resistance crumbled. She softened against me, her limbs encircling my neck as she returned the kiss with abrupt, fervent passion.

Our hands scrambled over garments in a hasty rush. I lifted her blouse above her head and discarded it, as she assisted in shoving my attire aside until I stood nude. I aimed for her bra's hook, but she unfastened it first, allowing it to drop away. Moments later, she remained clad solely in delicate underwear, her flesh shimmering under the gentle illumination.

I allowed no pause for reflection. I steered her backward to the expansive pane facing the wintry urban landscape. Lowering myself before her, my palms glided along the rear of her legs.

"Evan... hold on..." she murmured, though her digits were already tangled in my hair.

I lifted her right limb onto my shoulder, raising it to compel her to brace against the window. My fingers caught the edge of her undergarment and drew it downward, flinging it aside somewhere.

Her core glistened with moisture, a small droplet clinging to her fold. She was thoroughly drenched, her desire's aroma overwhelming my awareness.

"Figured you were just observing, Mendy?" I mocked, my words dampened by her thigh's warmth. "Yet you're soaking for me."

"Be quiet," she snapped, her skull thumping back onto the glass as I advanced.

I started with a prolonged, deliberate stroke of my tongue, from the base upward across her sensitive spot. Mendy released a piercing, erratic cry that misted the pane above. I persisted. I pressed my face deeper, my tongue swirling in intense, rapid loops.

The stance was ideal; her elevated leg granted complete entry, which I exploited fully. With my digits, I parted her, thumbs massaging the tender area at her opening while my tongue danced ceaselessly on her pearl.

"God, your flavor is incredible," I grumbled, the sound resonating through her slickness. "So delicious. I'd linger here forever."

"Please... Evan... keep going there!" she wept, her grip tightening on my shoulders, nails etching slender crimson trails across my flesh.