Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 38 - Heartbeat Race

The door thudded shut behind them. Heavy. Final. The click echoed in the quiet room, and Vex blinked.

"What... what is this?" he asked, confused, still standing by the door. His voice had a rough edge, uncertain.

Asperia stood silently for a few seconds, just watching him. Her chest was rising slowly, deliberately—breaths deep and even. Her lips slightly parted. Her gaze fixed on him, searching... then she stepped forward.

Before he could say anything else, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. Her fingers were cold, and the sudden grip made his muscles twitch.

Then she pulled.

With zero warning, she guided his hand straight onto her right boob—pressing it in.

His palm met the warm curve through the thin fabric of her dress. No bra. His fingers sank in instantly. The softness swallowed his hand. Full. Supple. Too real.

He flinched, visibly.

The shape filled his hand completely—firm weight, high and round, the underside heavy, the top spilling slightly into the gaps of his fingers. The fabric was thin, clinging to her skin, damp with body heat.

His fingertips, as expected, didn’t feel the familiar bud of a nipple most women had—but instead, there was a soft, shallow indent.

Just as he remembered from seeing her naked before.

No stiff point. Just warm, gently concave skin that his thumb instinctively traced.

He blinked, surprised.

Her nipple was inverted—curved inward, tucked just beneath the surface. But it responded all the same.

As his thumb brushed over the hollow, he felt the faint twitch under his touch.

The flesh there was more sensitive than expected—like her body was aching quietly for sensation.

The dip pulsed faintly, as if her chest shivered around his thumb.

Even for someone like Vex, it was too much.

His throat caught.

He stammered, eyes wide. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Asperia didn’t even blink. "Didn’t you say you’d press my breast after you helped Maira?"

Her voice was flat. Her face blank. But her grip trembled slightly.

He stared at her in silence, overwhelmed. His eyes dropped—not out of lust, but shame.

The heat spread to his ears. He didn’t know where to look. He didn’t know how to react.

Not because he was a flustered virgin. Nah—more like, why was it her instead of him taking the first step?

She mistook his reaction. The lack of response. The way he wasn’t saying anything. Her fingers began to let go of his wrist, loosening.

Her confidence was crumbling fast.

She thought she’d done something stupid.

She started pulling back.

But suddenly—his fingers clenched.

He squeezed.

Her whole body jolted.

"Ahhn—!—mmph!"

A sharp, helpless moan ripped from her throat before she could stop it.

Her hand flew to her mouth instantly, muffling the sound, eyes wide with panic. Her legs squeezed together out of reflex.

"What are you doing?!" Asperia’s voice cracked, sharp and sudden—a mix of panic and disbelief that sliced through the thick, heavy air. Her eyes blazed with shock, wide and wild, pleading for an answer she wasn’t sure she wanted.

But Vex only smirked.

That slow, dangerous curve of his lips—the smirk of a hunter closing in on his prey. His gaze darkened, hungry and unyielding. No hesitation. No mercy.

Asperia’s breath hitched. Her chest heaved faster, heat pooling low in her belly as her throat caught in a dry gulp.

A cold bead of sweat slid down her forehead, tracing a slow, deliberate path as if time itself had slowed around them.

It fell—slick and shining—then trickled down, crossing the smooth line of her temple, past the delicate curve of her jaw...

Then, impossibly, it slipped into the hollow of her throat, dripped over her collarbone...

And finally dropped right between her breasts.

Where Vex’s hand waited.

His fingers tightened suddenly, gripping her right boob with deliberate force.

The fabric of her dress stretched taut, the soft skin beneath bulging, trembling under his grasp.

Then—without warning—he pulled.

Hard.

"!"

"Aanghhh—!?"

Her breast stretched painfully, the skin drawn tight, muscles and nerves screaming beneath his fingers.

A sharp, involuntary moan tore from her throat.

But before the sound could fully escape, Vex uttered a voice that might be the last thing Asperia would hear—because soon, the room would be filled with hers.

"You brought it upon yourself, princess."

And before the sound could fully escape, Vex’s mouth slammed into hers.

"—Mmfhh!?"

Her back hit the door with a thud. His lips crashed down, rough and hot, smashing into hers like he was starving. His tongue pushed deep, forcing her mouth wide open.

Schhlrrpp... mmmhh...

It was messy, loud, full of spit. His tongue twisted and licked hers, wet and strong, grinding into her mouth like it owned the space. Her lips were soaked, her chin already sticky from the noise and pressure.

Her eyes flew wide. Her body froze—then twitched.

Her legs lost strength. Knees shook.

"—Hhha-ahh... ngh—V-Vexh... wha—mmmphh!?"

Her words broke apart, caught in the slop of the kiss. Her moans got trapped between their mouths.

His hand on her boob didn’t just grab—it dug in, fingers pushing deep into the soft flesh, shaping it to his palm.

Then his thumb and forefinger closed in, found the soft bump of her nipple hidden inside. He pinched, slow and tight, squeezing until it popped forward under the fabric.

Pop.

"—Aahh—!!"

Her whole body jumped. Her mouth gasped open. The little bud shot up stiff under her dress, now pushing against the wet fabric.

His fingers pulled it again, twisting, tugging.

Her tit got pulled up with it, dragged out like it was begging to breathe.

Her voice cracked. Her cheeks flushed hot.

"Ahh—! D-Don’t—ahhn—!"

The nipple stood there now—hard, proud, poking at the dress. Her body shook with the shame of it, but he didn’t stop.

He rolled it between fingers, twisting until her legs nearly gave out.

His other hand dropped. Slid under the bottom of her dress.

Grabbed her ass from below—right where the curve started—and pulled.

The dress dragged up with it.

The soft fabric slipped into her crack, cutting between both cheeks.

The motion stretched the material tight across her backside, digging in. The cloth clung to everything—especially the tiny, clenched hole at her center.

"Hhnngg!?"

Her eyes flew open. She felt it.

Her rosebud twitched under the dress, fully outlined, tight fabric pressing right against it.

Her legs shook harder. Cold air hit the damp patch forming under her, and she gasped.

"Nngh—s-stop, y-you’re pulling there—!!"

Her voice shot up, high and shaky. Her thighs pressed together, but he held her wide.

His grip on her ass kept one cheek stretched out—her rear parted, shown, pressed into him.

The dress rose higher. Her panties were soaked now—stuck to her slit. A damp outline formed, sticking clear between her legs.

His hips pressed in.

His bulge pushed right into her—hot, hard, thick. She could feel it rub against her pelvis.

It shifted slightly as he moved, grinding low and slow through the thin layers of clothes between them.

"W-why are you—ahhn—doing this...?!"

Her voice shattered again. His fingers flicked her nipple once more.

Schlk... slrrrp... mnnph... hha...

His mouth still worked on hers. Loud, wet sounds echoed in the hallway.

His tongue filled her again. The kiss was rough, hungry, never-ending. Spit dripped from the corner of her lips.

She moaned between kisses.

"Mmnn—haa—nnn... I-I can’t...!"

He didn’t stop. Instead, he broke the kiss just long enough to whisper:

"A whole 84 hours, 16 minutes, and 6 seconds... I was dying to see you bare but restricted."

He pulled away, her eyes teary and widened. Removing his hand, he clasped her face, looking into her intensely.

"Please... don’t stop me after giving consent... Asperia."

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