The Heart System Chapter 819

Well, Eleanor’s keycard was busted because it had gotten wet in her bathrobe. But hey, at least we still had our pizza. I had no idea a hotel like this would just make pizzas and send them up to the rooms. For free, too, since we were in the penthouse. Hell, why was Minne always stuck in the kitchen back home then? Then again... I’d still rather have homemade food where I knew every ingredient, even if this place was as luxurious as it got.

And seeing Minne in the kitchen cooking had always been weirdly relaxing. The TV would be on, the pan would be sizzling behind me, and she’d just be there... cooking.

"Wow," Eleanor said, nodding as she took her first bite of her new slice. "This is crazy."

I watched her chew. "Yep," I agreed. "Could’ve used a bit more of that cheddar sauce, though."

I was sitting on the double couch, leaned back with my legs stretched out on the coffee table. The open pizza box with the hotel’s logo sat on my lap, already half-finished. Eleanor was on my right in the single armchair. Since she didn’t have anything else to wear, she was still in her bathrobe and damn, she looked sexy as hell. Short blue hair, a fit but clearly mature body, the soft curves of a milf who still took care of herself. Her tits were full and heavy, and from the way I was sitting I could clearly see the soft outline of her bare pussy every time the robe shifted.

Esme sat next to me on the double couch, already working her way through her third slice while I was only on my second and Eleanor was still on her first. Yeah... she really loved pizza. Maybe even more than I did.

"We should’ve ordered a fourth one," Esme said after swallowing, immediately taking another big bite. "Mm. I love it."

"You wanna try mine? It’s got extra pepperoni."

She leaned over without a word, grabbed a slice straight from my box, and dropped it into hers. Eleanor and I exchanged a look and both chuckled. Esme joined in with a soft little laugh of her own. This whole moment felt... cozy. I was really enjoying it.

A small piece of tomato slipped from Eleanor’s slice and fell straight into her cleavage. She groaned quietly and reached down to fish it out. The movement made her bathrobe shift open just enough that one of her nipples became fully visible for a second. And... eh. Yeah. I stared. Shit.

My cock twitched hard under the pizza box, making the whole thing shift slightly on my lap. Both of them noticed.

Eleanor glanced down at the moving box and chuckled. "I didn’t know they made moving pizza boxes in this hotel."

"Yeah," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "That’s new technology."

Oh... and would you look at that? I’d earned some Good Boy points earlier just for ordering the pizza. Ten points, apparently. And that had been enough to push my reputation up.

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REPUTATION SYSTEM

VILLAIN░░░░░░░█████████ HERO

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Current Reputation: Hero

- More EXP gain when making your

partner climax.

- Mystery Chest for each Sexual

Activity completed.

- x3 EXP gain from Sexual Encounters.

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Interesting. The Villain and Sadist reputations had more flashy perks, but Hero was cleaner. Unlike the Saint path that only gave x2 EXP, this one gave me triple. And with the Bliss Multiplier stacked on top, more EXP meant a lot more credits in the long run.

Still... Sadist would have turned 1000 EXP into 3000 credits. With the same numbers, Hero would give me 4500. The math was better, and the penalties under Sadist had been brutal, one wrong move and everything could disappear. For now, I was happy with where my reputation sat.

"Thank you for... erm, the pizza," Esme muttered between bites. "It’s really good."

"Best pizza is the one eaten with good company," Eleanor said with a warm smile. "Even if one of them is just an old woman in a bathrobe."

"Old woman?" I raised an eyebrow. "If you’re old, then I’m a fossil."

"Honey, I’m thirty-eight. Nearly forty." She smiled. "I’m old."

"Thirty-eight?" Esme’s eyes went wide. "Wow."

"Wow?" Eleanor repeated, amused.

"Y-you look... younger," Esme said with a small shrug. "I just hope I age like you."

"You mean ’mature’ like her?" I asked with a deadpan voice. "Damn, I’m on fire tonight, handing out compliments left and right."

Eleanor shifted in her seat and pulled the bathrobe a little higher to cover herself again. The movement only made it worse for a second, this time her completely bare pussy was fully on display before the fabric settled. Damn it. How was I supposed to keep control like this? Esme wasn’t helping either. She was sitting there in nothing but an oversized t-shirt, the soft outline of her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Both of them looked completely defenseless, and I was barely holding myself back.

"Hey," Eleanor said, chewing on her slice. "Get your dirty eyes off my legs, please."

"I wasn’t looking." I shrugged.

"Yeah. Admiring?"

"No. I thought I... dropped a... piece or something. I was looking at the ground."

"Such a bad liar."

"I’m not."

"Uh-uh."

I sighed. "Let’s just... keep eating."

"Okay, I’m just going to be blunt and ask because I’m getting bored." Eleanor clapped her hands. "And I’m sorry if I upset you, Esme."

"O-okay?" Esme managed around a bite.

"I know the gist of what happened from Evan, but I’d like to hear more from you." She tilted her head. "Cora, was it? Your sister?"

Esme nodded, mouth full, eyes half-lidded.

"So... do you... well, are you glad that she is your sister?" Eleanor asked. "Because... well, I have a brother. And genuinely, I hate him. But he is my blood so I can’t just act like I don’t see him."

"I... I like Cora." Esme shrugged, taking another bite, her mouth full again. "Bot sho con..." She gulped and exhaled. "But she can be a jerk sometimes."

"Mm. Good sister, huh?"

"She’d protect me from my fath..." She stopped herself. "From everyone."

"Wish I had a sister like that." Eleanor leaned back. "Who’d always got my back."

"How’s Mark?" I asked. "Not gambling, right?"

"Plays bets on horses like an idiot." She replied with a quiet sigh. "Hope a horse kicks him."