The Heart System Chapter 576

Jeez. Minne was utterly lost, consumed by lust and intoxication. Honestly, though, witnessing her in such a state was incredibly stimulating. My composure wavered.

Delilah, still catching her breath, met my gaze with languid eyes and a bewitching smile.

"Well then, 'Master'..." she whispered huskily, "shall we go for another round?"

Without awaiting my confirmation, Delilah turned. She placed her hands firmly on the tiled wall, arching her back dramatically. Her full posterior presented itself invitingly, water cascading down her curves.

Minne, still kneeling, shuffled forward and tightly clasped one of Delilah’s legs, resting her cheek against her thigh. She looked up at me, her large, adoring eyes silently pleading.

Precum steadily gathered at the tip of my throbbing erection.

A smirk played on my lips as I absorbed the exquisite scene: Delilah presenting herself, Minne clinging to her like a devoted little pet.

"I thought you'd never ask."

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Sexual Encounter Concluded

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Participants: Threesome

EXP Awarded: +800 (x2)

Villain's Favor: +100 EXP

Quality Assessment: 4.5 Stars

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Delight Multiplier: 2550c

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Exhaustion washed over me. The limited sleep from earlier had finally taken its toll. After our prolonged and fervent session with Delilah and Minne, I was completely drained. The women appeared equally spent.

I decided against cooking, opting instead to order pizza and instructed Minne to rest. Despite her initial protests, I eventually persuaded her. Delilah, however, planned to stay for dinner as Ivy was staying overnight with a friend. This suited me fine; I had missed her company.

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Evan Marlowe [Level 21]

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EXP: 4875 / 31500

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Available Funds: 7812 Credits

Special Currency: 0

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"So," Delilah began, settling comfortably onto the couch beside me, her legs extended onto the coffee table, "you simply remain at home while the others venture out to work?"

"That's right," I responded with a weary sigh. "It's a drag."

"Remarkable. Marlowe, a homemaker," Delilah remarked with a playful glint in her eyes. "I never envisioned this."

I let out a breath, leaning my head back. "Nor did I."

Delilah radiated allure even in her relaxed posture. Clad only in a loose white t-shirt that barely grazed her thighs and a pair of red lace panties, she was captivating. Her hair, still slightly damp from her shower, revealed errant strands clinging to her neck and shoulders. The sheer fabric of her shirt did little to conceal the ample curves of her breasts, and her full thighs exuded a soft invitation as she reclined.

On the adjacent couch, Minne was nestled, engrossed in television. She had changed from her maid attire into a simple, oversized t-shirt, but nothing else was visible beneath, save for a pair of tight black panties. The thin material strained against her form, accentuating a distinct cameltoe that was impossible to overlook. Her legs were slightly apart, and she still appeared somewhat flushed and breathless from our earlier exertions.

"Come on," I murmured, rubbing my face, "keep the jokes coming."

"Not at all," Delilah chuckled lightly. "I believe the girls are already providing ample amusement for me."

"Ugh..."

"Seriously, how did you let a CEO slip through your grasp, Evan?" Delilah inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Truly astonishing."

"I thought you promised not to tease me about it."

"I'm not teasing," she affirmed, though her voice retained its playful cadence. "I'm genuinely impressed by the turn of events."

"Hardly," I replied, my tone dry.

Delilah soon grew restless from mere conversation. She slid her hand beneath the waistband of my shorts, freeing my relaxed member. With a languid smile, she began to caress it, moving it gently from side to side, stroking the shaft with unhurried grace, and idly rubbing her thumb over its sensitive tip.

Meanwhile, Mik padded over to Minne and leaped onto her lap. Minne offered a soft smile and began stroking the cat, her fingers weaving through Mik’s fur as she watched the screen.

My attention remained on the television, yet my hand instinctively found its way between Delilah’s legs, slipping beneath the hem of her red panties. I began to delicately pleasure her, feeling her warmth and moisture intensify with each gentle touch.

"I've missed you, Delilah," I said softly, leaning closer to kiss the crown of her damp head. "Truly."

"Yes... same here," she responded in a low voice, her fingers continuing their ministrations on my cock. "It pains me that the only way to see you involves deceiving Ivy."

"You aren't considering revealing the truth to her, are you?"

"No..." Delilah sighed, her fingers rhythmically stroking the head of my cock, coaxing out the burgeoning precum. "But... I'm uncertain. I simply wish to be with you whenever the desire strikes, without the need for deception or waiting for Ivy to be absent."

My fingers probed gently, noting the increasing moisture as I continued my touch.

"Everything's going to be alright," I assured her with a slight smile. "Just have faith."

A sudden knock echoed from the door. It was far too early for the girls to have returned from their work.

Swiftly withdrawing my hand from Delilah's panties, I stood up and adjusted my shorts. Approaching the door, I peered through the peephole.

It was Eleanor.

I opened the door. "Hey, Eleanor."

"Hey," she replied with a smile, presenting a large platter concealed by aluminum foil. "I just whipped up some homemade pizza. I think I nailed it this time."

A nervous chuckle escaped her.

"Oh, thank you. It smells wonderful," I remarked, the enticing aroma immediately hitting me.

"Thanks. Here you go."

"Would you like to come in?"

"Oh, I'd love to, but I really must be going. Work awaits," she said, her smile warm. "Um... perhaps later? Maybe tonight?"

"Absolutely," I confirmed with a nod. "Goodbye, Eleanor."

"Yep. Bye."

Closing the door, I carried the platter back towards the kitchen.

"Eleanor brought us pizza!" I announced, a grin spreading across my face.

All three of us were famished, having expended considerable energy earlier. Delilah and I promptly washed our hands at the sink, then joined Minne in the kitchen.

Settling around the counter, a comfortable ambiance began to build. The aroma of the warm pizza was incredible, filling the space as the three of us relaxed. Though still a bit weary, we were at ease in each other's presence. Minne sat with her legs crossed, still clad only in her oversized t-shirt and black panties. Delilah exuded effortless allure in her white t-shirt and red lace panties, her damp hair gradually drying into soft waves. I felt completely at peace with them both.

We began eating directly from the plate, the mood light and domestic. The gentle sounds of chewing, occasional satisfied murmurs, and the low hum of the television in the background contributed to the warm, intimate atmosphere.

However, like all pleasant moments, this one was destined to conclude.

My phone vibrated on the table. Glancing down, I saw Cora's name displayed on the screen.

A message from her read: 'I know where they'll meet.'

At any other time, this news would have brought satisfaction. But... really? Right now?

"Ah, crap..." I muttered under my breath. "Just my luck..."

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