The Heart System Chapter 513

Her eyes locked onto mine for an extended moment, her breaths coming in heavy pants. The inner struggle shone clearly in her gaze—the career-focused lady fighting against the side of her completely owned by the wild storm I unleashed in her world. At last, she released a deep, surrendering sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Fine," she grumbled, a sly, crooked smile tugging at her lips. "But if these silk panties end up in the trash, you’re replacing them with three new pairs. The pricey kind."

"Deal," I replied, flashing a grin.

I eased out of her gradually, accompanied by a slick, resounding pop. Jasmine skipped the tissues altogether. On wobbly legs, she rose and tugged at the delicate lace of her panties. Staring straight into my eyes, she drew them up, the material swiftly absorbing the proof of our recent deed. She adjusted her skirt over her hips, where the moisture was already forming a concealed dark spot known only to us.

Rising to my feet, I landed a crisp, sharp slap on her rear, the crack reverberating through the stall.

"Good girl," I murmured softly.

Jasmine merely shook her head, tidying her hair in the small wall mirror. "You’ll be the end of me, Evan Marlowe. Now zip up your pants. We’ve got work ahead."

I fastened my belt, a rush of triumph surging as the system chimed, adding the 50SC to my total. The day had barely begun.

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ON A ROLL COMPLETED

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CASH OUT OR SAVE IT?

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CURRENT SC: 225

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I glanced at my interface once more, and lo and behold, EXP remained at zero.

The alert taunted me relentlessly. I’d just completed a wild quest, essentially claiming Jasmine amid the office bustle, yet the system withheld rewards. This Villain label was proving a true double-edged blade. The downsides stung harshly; however, the upsides, such as the Hypnotize ability, were what let me topple Chase and stay afloat. To expose this "K" figure and halt the madness, I craved that strength. Perhaps I was growing fond of the villain role.

Perched on the toilet seat, I observed Jasmine straighten her skirt’s edge. The cloth darkened where silk touched her thighs, a wet stain spreading precisely where I’d left my signature. It formed an ideal, lewd spectacle. Regardless of EXP, the sight reignited my desire fiercely. My cock pressed insistently against my zipper, pulsing with unexpected renewed vigor so quickly.

"I think I’ll take Tessa next," I murmured, voice rough and hushed. "This didn’t satisfy me. Not by a long shot."

Jasmine gave a quick, winded laugh while adjusting her hair. "Hey, Nala’s your boss. Mine’s a guy called Henker. You might lounge here all day like a ruler, but I’ve got a department to manage. You can tell Nala, ’Hey, I’m rearranging Jasmine’s insides in the second-floor bathroom, cool?’ but I can’t pull that off."

"I get it, I get it. Your break was only ten minutes," I teased, grinning as I gave her hip a final squeeze. "Head back to your spreadsheets. I’ll summon Tessa here and wrap up what you kicked off."

"Good... why not Kim?" she wondered, resting against the stall door.

"She’s on break," I answered smoothly. "I rang her first, actually, but she said she was tied up, so I dialed you instead."

"WHAT?" Jasmine’s eyes bulged, her jaw falling slack.

"I’m joking, I’m joking," I chuckled, grabbing her hand to block the swat. "I spotted her en route. She mentioned grabbing lunch."

Her fist connected with my shoulder—solidly. I flinched for real; that punch packed real power. Kayla’s gym routine had clearly boosted her strength. With her and Sophia around, I’d be black-and-blue if I didn’t curb my tongue.

"Idiot," she grumbled, shaking her head. She cast one final, drawn-out glance my way, then exited the stall.

I remained seated, hearing the restroom door slam shut behind her. I fished out my phone and fired off a direct text to Tessa: ’2nd floor restroom. The cold water one. Love ya.’

As I waited, I browsed news feeds, but blizzard reports and city politics failed to captivate. I switched to my secret folder and opened Delilah’s newest nudes. Her pose arched over the bed, glancing back with that ’naughty mom’ grin, only intensified my groin’s throb.

Minutes ticked by. The restroom’s quiet was pierced solely by the vent’s drone. Then, the outer door groaned open. Heel strikes, precise and steady on the tiles, neared my stall and halted at the entrance.

I raised my eyes as the door pushed ajar.

Tessa appeared, embodying total corporate dominance. A form-fitting pencil skirt accentuated her figure, matched with sheer black stockings elongating her legs endlessly. Her crisp white blouse sat impeccably tucked, utterly wrinkle-free. Her gaze fell straight to my crotch, where I sat with my erection rigid and eager, twitching faintly in the low light.

"Wow," she remarked, tone laced with wry humor. "Seriously, Evan? Didn’t you just wrap up with Jasmine? I saw her in the hallway—walking like she hid something, and she carried your scent."

"Hey, I missed you," I said, reclining and beckoning her nearer.

Tessa entered the tight quarters, instantly heating the atmosphere. She cocked her head, skepticism curving her smile. "Did you? Or did you just crave a warm hole to bury yourself in?"

"Just shut the door and step in, Tessa."

With a gentle exhale, she secured the bolt behind her. Her eyes flicked from me to the toilet seat, then back. "You’re a beast... a complete beast, Evan Marlowe."