Free Web NovelChapter 67: Chapter 66- Mirea’s Reaction
"...What the fuck?" Vex muttered, blinking like his brain had been slapped halfway across the room. He wasn’t even angry yet—just stunned, staring ahead at the trembling blanket where Mirea sat hiding, her shoulders jerking with every hiccupped breath, thighs still twitching under the sheets, her voice hoarse and wrecked from moaning too long to thoughts she didn’t want to admit. He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "System. What... the actual fuck."
[Host, I had warned you about your tail’s aphrodisiac effect. The one you kept tossing around like a toy. You fed her and Asperia. Also, you interrupted me during the initial explanation.]
"...You’re telling me she was like that for hours because of—" His voice cracked with disbelief, eyes twitching as he looked at the pale green strands stuck to her temple, her breath still shaking, chest rising too fast, like her body hadn’t caught up to the breakdown yet.
[Given the reaction triggered unintended affection flags and possibly love route branches, system refrained from further warning. Avoiding this route can reduce farm efficiency, so halting you to stop it would’ve meant less Gold Coin income.]
Vex just stood there for a second, utterly still, processing that last line like someone processing a murder confession from a toaster.
Then his entire face twitched, a vein popping above his brow. His fists clenched. His feet shifted.
And then he exploded.
"YOU... GREED-INFESTED, ROTTEN CODE-LEECHING, COIN-CRAVING PIECE OF SHIT!"
The room shook. Literally shook. Like his voice punched the walls, and the ceiling went, "Okay okay damn!" Somewhere in the distance, a glass shattered, and Velmira yelped inside his mind like a cat caught in a thunderclap.
Mirea gasped, flinching hard, curling under the blanket as if his voice had reached inside and ripped her open. But she didn’t scream back. She didn’t move.
She didn’t throw anything. Just curled tighter—like a shattered petal soaking in its own nectar and shame, face streaked with tears, still panting, still lost.
He finally looked at her again.
Really looked.
Her face was red, blotched, trembling in that specific way that only happened when you cried while cumming.
Not just embarrassed—ruined. Her eyes wide and wild like she didn’t recognize herself, lips parted like they were stuck in the middle of a moan, hair tangled and damp, forehead glistening with a sheen of sweat that hadn’t dried yet. She was shaking. And not from cold.
That blanket wasn’t hiding shit. The outline of her breasts beneath it was tight, nipples still pressing against the fabric, thighs clenched like they were trying to hold something back—but her scent was everywhere, soaked into the bed, her inner thighs glistening under the edges of the sheet.
Her fingers had been deep inside her just minutes ago, and her body hadn’t stopped remembering it yet.
And she was crying.
"Hic... why are you shouting..." she whimpered, voice small, barely making it past the lump in her throat.
She wasn’t even looking at him anymore—just down at her own trembling hands, fingers that had betrayed her, curled around the sheets like they could rewind time.
Vex’s jaw flexed, the anger still simmering in his bones, but the look in her eyes cut through it like ice.
He took a breath, slow and strained, forcing his voice to drop, not out of calm—but control.
"...You weren’t supposed to go through that," he muttered, stepping closer. "It was the tail—I mean the... I didn’t know it’d—"
"Vex?" came a voice—feminine, light, and dangerously close.
Both of them froze.
A pause.
Mirea’s eyes widened, blood draining from her face.
The voice called again, this time with a soft knock against the door. "Are you inside? I heard you yelling—"
Maira.
Maira was outside.
And the door wasn’t locked.
Mirea’s body jerked like she’d been shocked.
The blanket dropped as she tried to scramble, but her legs were still unsteady—so when she rose, her body stumbled forward, breasts bouncing from the sudden movement, pale and flushed, nipples stiff from the cold air and leftover heat, the soft weight of them jiggling as she reached for her clothes scattered near the foot of the bed.
Her hands scrambled—one grabbing her top, the other yanking her panties, her back arching as she bent to pull them up, full bare ass jiggling softly from the frantic motion, the thin sheen of slickness between her thighs catching the light for a fleeting second before she darted toward the bathroom with the panty covering the already dripping pussy, arms trying to cover her boobs, but it was hopeless.
Her thighs slapped together, shapely, wet, and trembling, her breath ragged and shallow as panic overrode her shame.
Click.
The doorknob twisted.
Vex’s eyes snapped to the door. "Shit—!"
He bolted forward, but Mirea was faster—desperation does that.
The bathroom door slammed open, and she threw herself inside, barely clothed, still half-naked, but at least out of sight.
Click.
She opened the door again just a crack. fгeewebnovёl.com
Her arm reached out—then yanked Vex by the collar, dragging him backwards so fast he almost stumbled, just as the main room door creaked open.
He crashed into the bathroom with her, his hand barely catching the edge of the sink before they both staggered—her chest pressed to his back for a split second, her breath hot, hurried, her hands slamming the door shut with a loud thud that echoed into silence.
Outside, Maira’s voice floated in, curious, suspicious. "...Vex?"
Vex was now standing in the tight space of the bathroom, his back against the wall, his pulse racing like he’d just been caught mid-crime.
Mirea stood in front of him, panting hard, hair messy, cheeks flushed, her clothes barely clinging to her curves.
She looked up at him—face burning, eyes filled with mixed horror and something else she wasn’t ready to name.
Then she mouthed, silently, "Don’t say a word."
The door clicked shut, her body flush with his, and just as she exhaled in relief, something pressed against her—low, hot, and undeniably there.
Her breath hitched like a wire snapped inside her.
She looked down, already feeling it before her eyes confirmed it, the shape, the heat, the wet weight of it right up against her slit, barely separated by the thin scrap of damp cotton clinging to her skin.
She froze.
Her knees nearly gave out.
It wasn’t just hard—it looked punished, angry, swollen from overuse, veins throbbing with a restless pulse that hadn’t cooled down from the four hours of being buried in someone else.
Still slick, the tip flushed a dark red, stained faintly from what had to be Asperia—his last release not even dried yet, and already pressing against her like he hadn’t even paused.
And it was right there.
Resting against her heat like it belonged.
She gasped.
Sharp.
Instinctive.
But before the sound even fully left her throat, his hand came up fast, covering her mouth, palm warm, fingers splayed along her cheek.
Not cruel, not harsh—urgent. His eyes were already wide, focused, the kind of stare that screamed don’t move, don’t speak, don’t breathe too loud.
"Maira’s outside," he mouthed.
And Mirea’s whole body locked up.
Her heart was hammering so hard it felt like her ribs would crack from the inside.
Her thighs clenched—but too late.
That clench just sealed her own fate, trapping his cock right against her slit, her folds hugging around it through the fabric, soaking more of him than she wanted to admit.
She whimpered. Soft. Muffled into his hand.
