The Heart System Chapter 525

With legs crossed, she perched there, the sturdy wooden chair groaning beneath her. I had long sensed her distinctive build, yet beholding her in person proved utterly different. Truly voluptuous, she boasted hips that mocked physics itself and a backside that dwarfed Kayla's in boldness. Her short brown hair lay neatly combed, encircling a visage as stunning as it was icy.

Her aggressively short red dress clung tight, its hem climbing high along her plush, weighty thighs, nearly baring the plush pink slit of her pussy amid a dark brown landing strip. Thin fabric molded to the gentle swell of her belly and pulled taut across her enormous breasts. At the tips, the see-through material revealed dark, erect nipples jutting through red silk like paired cautions.

"Mana..." I whispered, my words tiny in the room's emptiness. "What’s happening? Why are you here?"

"I figured I'd grant you some insight," she replied, her tone smooth as velvet gliding on glass. She adjusted position, her thick thighs whispering softly against each other. "Other goddesses... they have their ways. I didn't want you boiling over when the numbers failed to align."

"Huh? What math?"

"Those tiny seeds you've sown," she stated, a sly, indolent smile curving her lips. She snapped her fingers. "Poof. They're reclaimed."

My breath fled my chest. "The fuck do you mean? Reclaimed? What are you talking about?"

"I have... ’integrated’ them," she clarified, reclining on her hands to make her breasts pull even tighter against the red cloth. "A new life, Evan... you can't fathom the pure, raw power packed in a nascent soul. To you, it’s a ’baby.’ To us? Pure potential battery. I've merely drawn that essence into my own stores."

"You... you killed them?" I breathed, dread settling deep. Kim, Delilah, Minne...

"No need for such theatrics," she exhaled, flicking her hand aside. "They weren't fully developed. A soul then is mere plans sans structure. No memories, no self, no sins yet. Just refined power essence. Why squander it gestating nine months in mortal flesh when I can harness that spark now to uphold reality's weave? You're mortal—a mere pup in cosmic terms. The heavenly balance eludes you."

"Mana..." I advanced on her, fists balled tight. "Give them back. Right now."

"They're gone, Evan. Absorbed. Mine forever." Legs uncrossing, she offered a slow, intentional glimpse of her slick core before rising. The dress scarcely concealed her as she approached. "But silver lining: keep at it. Keep filling these women with your seed. Impregnate them anew. Each success delivers me a present. My growing might means more ’perks’ funneled to your system."

"That’s fucked up... that’s the most twisted shit I’ve ever heard."

"Perhaps," she dismissed with a shrug, her wide hips rolling as she pivoted. "But that's our game. Now I grasp Karamine's fascination. You're prime stock, Mr. Henrik. An optimal breeding machine."

"That’s—"

"Bye, Evan."

"WAIT!"

I blinked.

The purple mist dissolved.

Delilah, Kim, Minne... our planned futures. Simply wiped out? Reduced to some deity's power boost? Rooted in the room's heart, revulsion prickled my skin. Mana boasted supreme strength, and if this defined her methods, what schemes brewed among the rest?

Glancing at my palms, I realized it transcended play. We were livestock. Worst of all? Halting seemed impossible.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 20]

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Age: 21

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 76 kg

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EXP: 448/ 19901

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Mana... utterly deranged. Totally off the rails.

Delilah no longer carried a child, signaling she and Ivy had advanced beyond that ordeal. They'd outright forgotten the pregnancy. Ties remained tangled, yet improved somewhat. Ivy likely still harbored grudge against her mom for meddling, sparking the chain exposing Chase.

I sat in silence, nursing my mocha, awaiting Ivy. Weather shone ideally for once—no downpour, no flurry, only blue skies and warm rays. It felt like cosmic taunt. Amid my inner turmoil, enjoyment evaded me.

Mana's declaration looped endlessly. Devouring nascent souls for might? Or whatever she implied. Unsure of her sincerity, her delivery chilled me. Nausea churned within.

"Evan."

A palm grazed my shoulder, yanking me from reverie.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Ivy noted, settling opposite.

"Hey. It’s fine," I answered.

Her gaze scanned my features briefly. "You look pale. What happened? Don’t tell me you found another psychopath."

"Nothing like that," I managed a faint grin. "I just... don’t know."

"Mm," she murmured. "So why did you call me?"

"I, uh... you know. Just wanted to talk."

One brow arched. "Whenever you say ’you know,’ it means you’re lying. Try again."

"Alright," I conceded with a breath. "I got fired. Figured I needed some fresh air."

She stared. "Wait. Your girlfriend got you that job, right? Nala? The CEO?"

"Yeah," I confirmed. "She fired me."

"What? Why?"

"We broke up," I admitted, scratching my nape. "So... yeah. That’s that."

"Damn," she breathed, reclining. "What happened?"

"I don’t know," I replied. "Things just... went bad."

After a pause, she cocked her head. "Have you been working out?"

"Huh?"

"You look different," she observed. "Like... a little bigger."

"Ivy, seriously," I groaned. "I just broke up with my girlfriend. Can we not focus on that?"

"Fine," she yielded, palms up. "But you’re not telling me anything useful either. How am I supposed to react here?"

"I told you, I don’t know," I insisted.

"You’ve been saying that a lot lately."

"Because I am lost," I confessed, head shaking. "Everything’s a mess right now."

She released a soft sigh. "Yeah... looks like both of us are going through it. Chase on my side, your girlfriend on yours."

"We should start a podcast," I quipped. "Call it Miserables. Sounds about right."

She chuckled. "Yeah, we’d just sit there crying the whole time."

We shared laughter, brief as it was.