The Heart System Chapter 529

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SHOP [Page 2]

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• Hypnotic Perfume (40c)

• Time Stop (90c)

• 500 Dollars (50c)

• 1 Ability Point (150c)

• 1 Mastery Point (160c)

• Desire Aura (100c)

• Reputation Point +30 (200c)

• Mastery Evolve (1500c)

• Random Skill (2000c)

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Credits: 31054c

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My fingers slipped into my pocket, touching the icy glass bottle of the Sensual Oil I had purchased moments ago from the Shop. It emitted a subtle glow while clutched in my palm. In silence, I surged forward, my grip clamping Luna’s throat like an iron vise. I thrust her backward forcefully, the raw power of my Strength skill making her stumble into the closest stall. With a resounding crash, she struck the shut toilet lid, her locks scattering wildly over the porcelain surface.

“This is it?” she breathed out, her tone remaining strangely, infuriatingly serene. “This is what you call being rough? I’ve had better from a doorknob, Evan.”

“Shut up,” I growled, the Monster tag throbbing in my mind. “Remove the dress.”

“I won’t,” she defied, eyes dark and unyielding. “I’m bored already.”

“Are you, now?”

No option was given to her. Seizing the neckline of her luxurious dress, I wrenched it apart. The material screamed as it split straight down the middle, baring the creamy, full swell of her breasts. I continued tearing through lace and silk, leaving her amid shredded black fabric. Be it inferior quality or my enhanced attributes, her poise was unraveling just like her outfit.

A sharp intake of breath escaped her, true surprise flashing across her features. Abruptly, she sprang up and landed a sharp slap on my cheek. Though her face stayed impassive, excitement sparked in her gaze. She wasn’t merely enduring—she was thriving on it.

Without pause, I countered with a backhand that whipped her head aside, then hooked her leg out from under her. Down she went to her knees, skull smacking the lid. In a swift move, I lifted the lid and pressed her face toward the bowl. The flush button was hit, unleashing a torrent of water that roared through the stall, drenching her hair and tattered dress remnants.

“Sluts like you need a proper punishment,” I snarled, keeping my hold tight on her nape.

“Evan...” she gasped, water trickling from her nostrils.

Teeth uncorking the oil, I drizzled the glistening fluid along her backbone. Instantly upon contact with her flesh, a raw, guttural moan burst from her. Her sudden, intense arousal flooded out, drenching the floor tiles. The empty vial was discarded; her bra and panties were stripped off, and her hips were hauled into an arched, frantic doggy stance.

Foreplay was skipped. Oil from her back was spread over my shaft before I plunged into her core with a brutal, single stroke. Already drenched beyond belief, the oil ignited her desire like a potent catalyst.

“Strangulation, huh?” I taunted, settling into a fierce, relentless pounding. “How about I just drown your sorry ass in here?”

Flush activated once more. Her cry was muffled by the swirling deluge. My thrusts accelerated, hips colliding with savage force that rattled the porcelain. In under twenty seconds, an explosive orgasm seized her, her depths squeezing me like a clamp. Relentless, I started smacking her rear—once, twice, tenfold, losing track. Her flesh blazed crimson, a watch scrape drawing blood on her hip.

Hair yanked back harshly, her gaze was forced to her wrecked image in the shiny metal. Fingers jammed deep into her mouth next, choking her until retches came. Saliva drenched my hand, which I smeared over her face, smudging cosmetics and dislodging her falsies to the ground. Pathetic. Perfect.

“You shouldn’t have slapped me, bitch,” I murmured into her ear.

“What... is happening?” she croaked, her composed mask shattered at last.

“I told you,” I grinned. “I’d bring you to the void. Welcome, I guess.”

Panting wildly, she stammered, “Uh... I... I just... I don’t...”

Withdrawing from her soaked warmth, my stare locked on her twitching, tight rear entrance. Time to test this psycho’s true limits. Fist clenched bone-white, I pushed against her hole. Too resistant; it refused to yield.

Glancing at Carrie stationed beyond the stall door, phone unwavering as it captured the entire brutal scene.

“Piss on this fucking dog, Carrie,” I ordered.

"Ooh. I’d love that," Carrie purred. She shifted her emerald dress aside, slipped her thumb into her panties, and entered the stall. Tilting her hips upward, a steady golden stream poured over Luna’s back and head. Luna merely gasped for breath, her face smashed against the porcelain, her thoughts obviously reeling from the intense humiliation.

Once Carrie was done, I hawked a spit onto my fist, blending it with the oil and Luna’s pussy juices until my hand gleamed like a lethal tool. I lined up once more. Push one. Push two. Push three. She resisted fiercely, her body naturally clenching tight.

"Fucking slut. Open up."

I hurled my full body weight into the following thrust. Accompanied by a slick, ripping noise, my fist smashed past the barrier, sinking deep within her. Luna unleashed a shriek that likely reverberated clear to the lobby. I kept going without pause. Deeper. Even deeper. Nearly elbow-length inside her now, the feel of her inner walls stretching to their utmost limit pulsed along my arm.

My other hand seized her throat, gripping firmly enough to blur her vision. I started twisting my fist in rapid, swirling motions.

"What the fuck are you, huh?" I snarled.

"A... fuck!"

"Answer me! What are you!"

"A slut!" Luna screamed, her voice cracking. "I’m a whore! Use me!"

"Good girl. But you don’t get to cum without my permission, understand?"

"I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum!"

"What? Already? When I’m elbow-deep in your ass?"

"SHI—IIIT!"