Chapter 323: Chapter 323

I looked down at Minne, still on her knees, face flushed and glistening. “Now clean my cock, baby. Taste yourself on it.”

She crawled closer eagerly, small hands wrapping around my shaft as she leaned in. Her tongue darted out first, licking the underside slow and deliberate, lapping up the mix of my cum and her own wetness. She moaned softly at the taste, eyes fluttering as she swirled around the head, sucking gently to draw out every drop.

“Fuck, Minne… good girl,” I groaned, head tilting back. “Clean Master’s cock… taste how you came all over it. Taste your own asshole. Love how your tongue feels… so soft, so eager.”

She took me deeper, lips sealing tight, bobbing slowly while her tongue worked the shaft, cleaning every inch. She slurped softly, the wet sounds filling the room, pulling back to lick the sides, then sucking the head again, cheeks hollowing. Her hands cupped my balls lightly, rolling them as she worked, making sure nothing was missed.

The pleasure was immense—warm, wet suction, her shy but hungry mouth worshiping me. I stared at the ceiling, letting her take her time, every lick sending sparks up my spine.

Once it was spotless, she pulled off with a soft pop, smiling up at me shyly. “Master… you’re hard again.”

I glanced down—yeah, I was stirring, cock twitching at the sight of her. For a second, I thought about flipping her over, fucking her again right there. But no. Kayla was waiting. And I had a date today… well, sort of. Not exactly a date.

“Maybe later, Minne,” I said, voice rough. “You better be ready for tonight. I’m going to fuck your asshole again—deep and hard.”

She nodded frantically, eyes lighting up, cheeks pink. “Y-yes, Master! I’ll be ready!”

I got up, gave her hair a gentle ruffle, and headed for the bathroom to clean up quick before leaving.

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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)

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Credits: 1882c

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I turned back after opening the bathroom door, and there was Minne—standing in front of the mirror, half naked, cum leaking slowly from her pussy down her inner thighs in thick white trails. She smiled shyly at her reflection, one small hand rubbing her flat belly in slow circles, like she was already imagining it swollen.

She caught my gaze in the mirror and froze, hand dropping fast, cheeks burning red. She scurried out of the room without a word.

A few seconds later, she poked her head back in, grabbed the empty tray from the bed, and darted out again, closing the door softly behind her.

I chuckled faintly, shaking my head, and stepped fully into the bathroom.

I stripped off my clothes, turned on the shower, and waited for the water to warm, steam filling the space. I leaned both hands on the sink, head hanging down, exhaustion hitting me hard. My body felt heavy, spent.

When I looked up into the fogging mirror—

Dierella was there.

Standing right behind me, wings moving lazily, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, arms crossed under her bare breasts. Completely naked, skin glowing faintly, eyes locked on mine in the reflection.

I jumped, heart slamming. “Fuck—”

“You know…” she said, stepping forward, voice low and velvet. “I wasted so much power saving that girl. Mendy.”

I stared at her reflection. “Huh?”

“Mendy,” she repeated, hand sliding onto my shoulder, warm and electric. “The one you wanted to save so badly. That’s why you became my subject… leaving Karamine.”

“I know.”

“It was a gamble,” she murmured, pressing closer, her tits soft against my back. “And now… it’s paying off.”

“How?”

“No other goddess has a subject quite like you, Henrik.” She stepped fully against me, wings draping slightly. “You’re doing such a good job. And it’s time I rewarded you… again.”

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– SPECIAL REWARD

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– 10 Ability Points

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Her wings wrapped around me from both sides, lifting me gently off the ground, turning me to face her. She leaned in and kissed me—deep, slow, claiming.

The pleasure hit like lightning. I moaned into her mouth, cock throbbing, and came instantly, untouched, ropes shooting out and splattering her stomach.

She broke the kiss, smirking, and let a lazy string of spit fall from her lips onto my cock. The second it touched, I came again—harder, painting her stomach white once more.

She wrapped one hand around my shaft—another climax, immediate and overwhelming. Then two fingers, three, four, five, six—each addition triggering another orgasm, my body jerking helplessly in her wings’ hold, cum streaking her skin, dripping down her thighs.

She stroked once—another climax. My knees buckled, but her wings held me up like a cradle.

“Keep it up,” she whispered into my ear, voice pure sin. “We. Will. Win.”

She squeezed hard—pleasure so intense I thought I might black out, face twisting in pathetic ecstasy.

Then she pressed the tip of my cock to her cunt—just the touch.

A massive climax tore through me—rope after rope, some hitting her chin. She licked it off lazily, swallowing with a hum.

“Daddy, huh?” she purred. “Can’t wait to see what kind of face you’ll make when you—”

She stopped, smiled, and vanished.

Just like that.

I slid down the wall, knees shaking, landing on the tile, dazed and panting.

Holy shit…

“Oh…” I muttered, head spinning. “I… oh, fuck… phew… okay…”

I hauled myself up, legs wobbly. “I… I gotta shower.”

I stepped under the spray, letting the hot water wash it all away.

That was… fucking strange. She could make me cum with a thought.

Damn.

She was powerful.

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CURRENT STATS

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◆ Strength: 10 (+5)

◆ Charm: 12

– Manipulative Charm

⤷ Honeyed Words (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

⤷ Gaslight (⏹☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Emotional Charisma (☐☐☐☐☐)

– Seductive Allure

◆ Libido: 10

◆ Pleasure: 30 (+15)

⤷ Sensory Overload (☐☐☐☐☐)

⤷ Erogenous Insight (⏹)

⤷ Bliss Multiplier (⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹)

◆ Luck: 1

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14 Unused Ability Points

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❤︎❤︎❤︎

I stopped the car and stepped out, shutting the door a little harder than I meant to.

Ten ability points. From Dierella. Still didn’t feel real.

My mind tried to drift back to the bathroom—how intense it had been, how my body had reacted, how I’d lost control more than once—but I shook it off hard, like snapping a rubber band against my own thoughts. Not now. Wrong time, wrong place.

I locked the car, fixed my overgrown hair with my fingers, and walked up to Mendy’s front door. I took a breath, then knocked.

A few seconds later, the door opened—and Kayla was standing there.

She was wearing Mendy’s pajamas. Too small. Way too small. The fabric clung to her hips and thighs like it was fighting for its life, stretched tight over her ass. She looked rough, but awake. Sober-ish.

“Hey,” I said, glancing her over. “You look… less drunk.”

She winced and shook her head. “God. I nearly caused an accident, Evan. I’m so sorry.”

“You should be,” I said, exhaling. “How are you?”

“Good,” she said quickly. “I’m helping Mendy around. You know. Trying to apologize properly.” She paused, then grimaced. “Did I really throw up on her?”

“Yep,” I said. “What a way to say ’I’m sorry,’ huh?”

“Ugh.” She slumped her shoulders. “Kill me.”

“Kayla, who is it?” Mendy’s voice called from inside, probably the kitchen.

“Evan,” Kayla said.

“Oh. Really?”

Kayla stepped aside, and I went in. The house smelled warm—coffee, toast, something sweet. Mendy appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. When she saw me, she straightened her shirt, tugged her pants up a bit, then smiled. A genuine one.

I smiled back and cleared my throat, suddenly very aware of myself. “So,” I said. “Girls’ night. How was it?”

“She vomited again,” Mendy said lightly. “In the bathroom. On my toilet. Not inside it. On it.”

“Oof,” I muttered. “Kayla, how much did you drink?”

She shut the door behind me before answering. “A lot. Like… a lot a lot.”

“Did you eat?” Kayla asked. “We were just about to have breakfast.”

“Oh—” I said, thinking of Minne, of the tray, the ’quiet’ morning. “I already had one of the best breakfasts of my life. But if you’ve got orange juice or something, I won’t say no. I’m a little parched.”

“Yep,” Mendy said, already turning toward the kitchen. “Coming right up.”

Kayla rubbed her face and sighed. “I hate myself.”

I glanced at her. “Hey, if it helps, I hate you more.”

She let out a small, embarrassed chuckle. “Oh, god. Yeah… again, sorry for grabbing the steering wheel like that…”

“Ah, don’t even mention it,” I said, waving it off. “You could’ve only killed someone. Nothing serious.”

She groaned. “You’re making me feel like a jerk now. Stop.”

“What steering wheel?” Mendy asked, walking into the living room with a glass of orange juice in her hand.

I took it from her with a grateful nod. “She didn’t tell you?”

Mendy blinked. “Tell me what?”

“She grabbed the steering wheel and almost caused an accident,” I said casually, taking a sip.

Mendy’s eyes widened as she slowly turned toward Kayla. “Is that… correct?”

Kayla winced. “Yup.”

“Wow,” Mendy said flatly. “You really were drunk.”

Before Kayla could answer, a knock echoed through the house.

All three of us froze.

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