The Heart System Chapter 5

For a long moment, I paused, my heart thumping wildly. ‘Do I... truly wish to proceed?’ Thoughts swirled through my head with all sorts of possibilities. Yet the reality was straightforward—I yearned to get nearer to her. I longed to feel her, even if only via this rubdown.

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SHOP

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• Aphrodisiac Drink (10c)

• Silk Lingerie Set (25c)

• Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

• Mystery Pleasure Toy (30c)

• Flirt Potion (20c)

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Credits: 50c

Select item to purchase

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With my index finger raised, I selected the oil’s symbol. Right away, a new interface panel popped up before my eyes:

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Purchase Item

Sensual Massage Oil (15c)

Credits: 50c

Confirm Purchase? [Yes] [No]

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Blinking rapidly, a light sweat broke out on my skin. My finger lingered over the “Yes” option. Fine, let’s dive in.

I tapped it, and the display flickered. Suddenly, the space ahead of me wavered, and a compact, elegant vial of oil appeared right in my grasp. The tag on it shone softly: “Sensual Massage Oil! Spread generously for the best results.”

This was pure enchantment. Straightforward, undeniable sorcery.

How on earth did it just appear like that? From nowhere? There must be some illusion—a hidden mechanism I overlooked. But nope... it was in my hold. The heft felt authentic. The bottle’s surface chilled my skin.

“Oh, damn...” I murmured, my tone faint and quivering. “It functions. This is genuine. Genuine, for real.”

I let out a heavy breath, the exhale shaky. My gaze shifted to the cake plate Jasmine had pushed my way before. I placed the vial down gently on the surface, grabbed the fork, and stabbed into the fluffy treat. One mouthful. Sweet, tender, overly saccharine. But wow—tasty. I gave a small nod, whispering to myself, “At least something this evening feels normal.”

Setting the fork aside, I snatched the vial once more and exited my flat. The corridor seemed unusually quiet during this time. My heartbeat echoed loudly as I approached the neighboring door and knocked firmly.

She opened up without delay, as if anticipating it. Her loose shirt draped off her shoulder, drooping even further now. She glanced at me, then eyed the bottle.

“What’s that?” Jasmine inquired, cocking her head.

“Oh—er, this?” I stuttered, lifting it as though puzzled by its presence in my grip. “It’s, uh... a unique lotion. Aids with, you know, tension. I figured—it could... ease your back pain.”

Her mouth formed a cunning half-grin. “Unique lotion, eh? You’re packed with unexpected moves this evening.”

I entered her space. The air inside felt inviting, carrying hints of vanilla and brew, probably from a budget wick. The lounge area was snug yet messy—scattered throws, stacked cups by the screen, a laundry pile overlooked in the nook.

“So...” Jasmine uttered, her words drawing my focus. She fiddled with her shirt’s edge using one hand, observing me with mischievous doubt. “Where do I position myself?”

“Um—the sofa works,” I replied, rubbing the nape of my neck.

“Okay,” she agreed, already heading over. “But I don’t want to mess up the sofa with that lotion. Tough to clean. Let me fetch a cloth. Stay put.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I stood rooted, the vial damp in my clutch. Jasmine pivoted and departed, and that instant hit me: this was going to test my limits hard. Her rear swung with each stride, plump and full, the baggy shirt hardly hiding her swaying contours. My dick stirred in my pants before I could react. I gulped, mouth parched, heart racing fiercely.

“Don’t look. Absolutely not.”

But I looked regardless... hell. Scorching hot hell.

She returned bearing a neat towel, flashing a swift smile that suggested she’d noticed my gaze but wouldn’t mention it—for now. She laid the towel across the sofa precisely. Then, reclining, she hiked her loose shirt upward, revealing the sleek expanse of her back.

And due to how she adjusted it, her bottom half came into view as well—dark underwear clinging to her curves, the shape of her rear nearly wholly exposed.

“Proceed,” she whispered into the pillow. “I’m set.”

I advanced, my breathing trapped midway up my torso. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her flesh appeared velvety, uncovered, radiant under the soft glow. My hands tingled, my chest pounding against my bones.

“Don’t slobber on me, newbie,” Jasmine quipped abruptly, her voice deep and mocking.

I flinched. “W-what? I—I didn’t— I mean, nope, I was only—” I babbled idiotically, phrases spilling out jagged.

She laughed softly, shaking her head on the sofa. “Chill, Evan. Just joking. You seem ready to faint.”

“Y-yeah...” I mumbled, cheeks aflame.

I twisted off the cap, a subtle aroma of blooms and allure wafting out. The fluid sparkled as I drizzled it onto my palm, slippery and heated right away. I gazed at her back, then at my quivering digits.

I swallowed loudly, the gulp reverberating through me.

“...Fine,” I breathed. “Here we go.”

The lotion gleamed on my hand, dense and toasty, and as I applied it softly to Jasmine’s exposed skin, it coated her in a shiny layer. The cloth below absorbed some drips, but she paid it no mind.

Her shirt bunched upward, her form extended, every outline presented boldly. My neck constricted. I began with gentle rotations of my fingers, massaging deliberately, allowing the lotion to absorb. Her epidermis felt plush, flexible, and warmer than anticipated, drawing the heat directly from my touch.

“Mmm...” Jasmine’s sound rumbled softly from her chest, part exhale, part groan. “Wow, Evan... you’re nailing the perfect areas right off the bat.”

That noise struck me like electricity. I gulped and continued, using my thumbs to roll across her shoulder bones, along her back’s curve.

“You’ve tried this before, right?” she whispered.

“Well... somewhat,” I fibbed, my grip steadier now. “Only... viewed some clips. Studied a bit. Not sure if I’m really—”

She groaned once more, richer this time. “Believe me. You’re outperforming what most men could manage.”

Her approval ignited inside me. I moved downward, working small loops into her back’s middle, and she stirred, releasing a tremulous sigh.

“Oh, yes... exactly there. A bit further down.”

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EVENT

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Jasmine’s Interest +7

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‘Wait, interest?’

I faltered, then complied, guiding my hands along her vertebrae. The lotion flowed effortlessly beneath my touch.

“Nice. Keep it up. Further.”

I descended more, my heartbeat accelerating. Now I neared her waist’s hollow, her pelvis quivering faintly under my fingers.

“Mm. Keep going... further.”

I halted, nearly gasping. My hands lingered, just over her rear’s rise. I stared at her, immobile, unsure if this was a challenge or a snare.

She twisted her head, cheek on the pillow. Her gaze met mine, sleepy, entertained, challenging. “What’s the issue?”

“I—um... I’m not certain,” I confessed, voice breaking. “Whether I ought to—”

“Continue the massage,” she cut in, steady yet fun.

“You’re certain?” I questioned, craving confirmation, seeking stability underfoot.

Her grin tilted. “Yes, Evan. Proceed.”

I dipped my head, mostly reassuring myself, expelling air from my lungs. “Okay...” I murmured.

I drove my thumbs downward, into her lower back, directly over her rear. Her frame curved toward my contact with a gentle groan, as if she’d anticipated my arrival there forever.

“Lord, that feels amazing,” she sighed. “No holding back.”

I massaged with deliberate, consistent motions, easing her tensions, the lotion ensuring each pass slid smoothly and heatedly. My erection throbbed achingly in my trousers, her every sound stoking the blaze.

Amid breaths, she grinned into the pillow. “Watch it, Evan. At this rate, I could believe you like feeling me up.”

I blushed. “I—er—I’m merely... attempting to assist.”

“Uh-huh.” She glanced back, eyes sparkling. “Your grip tells a different story. You’re far too engaged for it to be mere kindness.”

I chuckled uneasily, pressing firmer near her pelvis. “Perhaps I’m simply... skilled at heeding directions.”

She groaned, more intensely now, pelvis moving subtly beneath me. “Then obey. Further... unhurried. Precisely so.”

Her phrases infused warmth through me, penetrating deeper than the lotion on her skin. My fingers followed instinctively, applying and gliding, and with each subsequent groan from her, I sensed myself coming apart further.

The lotion allowed my hands to slide too freely, and without noticing, my digits had ventured lower—beyond her pelvis, beyond the cloth, until they grazed the edges of her intimate folds.

I stiffened. My torso seized as if I’d plunged from a height.

Jasmine shifted her head once more, cheek embedded in the sofa padding, stare piercing mine. “Mmm... I ought to unwind further,” she cooed, tone gravelly. “Descend more.”

My mouth opened, but prior to any motion, she smirked and continued, “On second thought... no. Enter.”

“What?” I stuttered, heart pounding.

“Enter.” She wiggled her rear, causing it to jiggle before me. The dark underwear had shifted aside, her damp entrance shining faintly. “Don’t merely tantalize, Evan. Push that hand inside.”