The Heart System Chapter 507

Indicfrelation. That stood as the name of this game... the intense competition these goddesses pursued. Whoever amassed the highest points or similar clinched the prize, though its exact essence remained a puzzle to me. All I understood was my position as Mana’s subject—the mightiest goddess. She’d possessed one subject already. And now? She claimed me too.

"What’s on your mind?" Jasmine questioned, elbowing me lightly. "You look spaced out."

"Huh? Oh... nothing," I fibbed, adjusting my position.

The living room held us all in a relaxed sprawl, the air heavy with the sluggish vibe of a laid-back day. Jasmine perched beside me on the double sofa. Minne lounged to my left, sprawled with a cold pack on her forehead. Pale yet evidently recovering, she rested. Tessa had arranged a compact folding table before her, crowned by a steaming cup of herbal tea she’d brewed just for her.

On my right side, Kim and Tessa occupied the bigger couch. Kim propped her legs on the coffee table, her gaze flicking between phone and movie. Tessa nestled against Kim’s shoulder, feet swinging lazily off the edge in a mesmerizing rhythm while she viewed the film.

From behind came steady breathing sounds. Nala powered through squats in her snug workout clothes. Determined to sculpt a backside matching Kayla’s, she stuck to Kayla’s suggested app. Her cheeks glowed red, sweat glistening on her brow; she neared exhaustion.

"This flick’s dull..." Kim grumbled, eyes on her phone. "I said pick a horror one instead."

"Hey, war films rock," Tessa shot back. "Plus, we’ve binged horror all week. My nerves deserve a rest."

"I call it mid," Nala huffed mid-rep. "But the action pumps me up. Keeps the rhythm going."

"Well, it sucks," Kim complained. "Should we switch it?"

"Ten minutes left, girl," Nala replied, rising tall and wiping sweat. "Relax. Hold on."

"Ugh, what time is it?" Minne croaked, voice hoarse from illness.

"I’ve got the alarm set for your next Ibuprofen, Minne," Tessa soothed. "No stresses. Just relax."

"Mm..."

Jasmine grew even more indolent, slumping back against the far armrest. She extended her long legs across until her feet landed squarely in my lap. Her toes nudged my groin, and with a mischievous grin, she started stroking me over my jeans.

None of the girls reacted. Such easygoing closeness in the house hardly pulled focus from the screen.

Barefoot, her skin chilled against my hands as I idly kneaded her soles. My fingers pressed into her toned thighs, the muscles she’d toned recently. Jasmine kept eyes on the TV, emitting a soft pleased sigh while widening her stance so her right foot pressed right on my zipper.

"You’re really into this?" I whispered, thumb circling her foot’s pad. "Plot’s just dudes charging at mines."

"Pure brain-off fun," Jasmine drawled sleepily. "Perfect after wrangling directors all week. Cinematography’s solid too."

Her foot began its lazy glide during her words. Heel ground at my shaft’s root, toes arching over the tip, molding to me via denim. My heartbeat raced, warmth building low. Silently, I bucked hips for easier reach, hands gripping her ankles firm.

"On the work topic," Kim called from her spot, winded post-lunges. "Did you approve that server rack for tech? They’ve nagged me since Wednesday."

Jasmine kept her foot working, toes clamping tighter on my tip through cloth.

Nala chuckled, snatching her water. "Approved it. Say it arrives Tuesday. If they whine, suggest they order solo and test delivery in snowstorm chaos."

Under cover of a screen explosion, I tugged my zipper down, metal rasping faintly. Boxers shoved aside, my erection burst out, throbbing in room’s chill. Jasmine’s gaze darted to my lap briefly, lips curving slyly, then fixed back on TV.

Her naked sole met my bare heat directly. Sensation exploded—her cool, silky skin gliding along my fevered length. Breath ragged, my head lolled against sofa back.

"God, Jas," I breathed. "That feels fucking amazing."

"I know," she purred, foot stroking in slick, drawn-out slides.

The others stayed utterly chill. Kim lounged opposite, feet table-high, phone-scrolling between popcorn bites. Tessa curled into her, lids drooping over the film.

"Evan, quit wiggling," Tessa ribbed without glancing. "Couch is jiggling. Some want to savor third infantry heroics."

"I’m trying," I panted, clutching Jasmine’s calves. "Have her ease up—she’s too damn skilled."

"Fat chance," Jasmine declared. Big toe and neighbor pinched my crown, yanking up before full sole descended base-ward. Leg power amped the pressure, squeezing hard.

"So," Kim noted, ditching phone. "Monday dinner for real? Or ’late work’ excuse again?"

"We’re in," Nala affirmed, breaths quickening amid her motions. "Networking’s key. Out by nine though—no tolerating bar drunks."

"Good call," Tessa added, floor-seated quad-stretch. "Drained already imagining it. Workouts wreck me."

"You chased Kayla’s booty," Kim teased grinning. "No pain, no gain, sweetie."

"Me? Boss babe’s squatting now, not I!"