Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 42 - Asperia, leave me alone!?

My vision spun.

Stars. Actual stars. Not poetic stars. The "I just got punched by a literal supernova" kind of stars.

My jaw throbbed like someone had jammed a drumstick sideways into it. My cock? Still half-hard. Still pulsing. But twitching on the goddamn floor like a defeated warrior. Crushed pride. Bruised balls. Debuffed soul.

"...Agh... fuck me..."

I muttered hoarsely, hands still cupping my poor, flattened twins like they were sacred relics.

"Asperia, you goddamn landmine in lace..."

And then I saw her.

She was standing by the bed, rising from where she’d been sprawled a moment ago—her inner thighs still glistening, the soaked fabric of her dress clinging between them.

Her chest heaved, flushed and wet, the dress bunched beneath her underboobs like a makeshift belt.

Her nipples—stiff, glistening, kissed red—jutted defiantly from above the fabric. Slick with spit. My spit.

Each shift of her breath made them twitch slightly, brushing against the damp cloth she clutched in her fist.

She winced, just a little, as the edge of the fabric grazed them—so sensitive from what I’d done. Her lips parted but didn’t speak.

Instead, with a slow, irritated tug, she yanked the bunched-up cloth up over her breasts, the wet fabric dragging across her nipples and making them perk harder against it before vanishing underneath.

Then came her hand sliding down between her thighs, fingers hooking into the edge of her panties—still stretched down one leg.

She pulled them up with a single motion, snug against her slick heat, the elastic catching for a second before snapping into place.

The bunched hem of her dress slid down over her hips, clinging to her skin as it fell into place.

Only then did she look at me.

Eyes sharp. Chin tilted slightly down. Her glare wasn’t just cold—it was scalding. Like she’d let me devour her body, only to remember mid-fuck who the hell I was.

And just as I tried to gather the shreds of my sanity—

Thump.

Bare feet.

I blinked, dazed, groaning as my vision was filled with... flesh?

No.

Mountains.

Two soft, looming peaks framed in a messy curtain of wet, black hair. I blinked again—once, twice.

My eyes followed the curve of generous breasts practically spilling out from the cloth wrapped hastily over them, and then upward—where the face of an angel peeked down between the mounds like she’d descended from the very gates of heaven.

"Titan...?" I mumbled, brain still rebooting. "A beautiful one...?"

Then she spoke.

"S-Sir Vex, are you alright?"

Maira.

Oh. Shit.

My heart thudded. Not from the pain this time—but from that voice.

She’d dropped down to her knees beside me—her dress rustling, hair slightly disheveled from running, the soft scent of chamomile clinging to her skin.

Her hands were on my shoulder before I could even react—trembling, but warm. Real. Present.

I didn’t answer.

I just blinked at her—at those worried eyes, the flicker of fear behind them. Her breath was shallow. Her brows pinched tight.

I smiled.

God knew how broken that smile looked, but I gave it anyway. "I’m alive," I croaked, reaching up to rub my jaw. "Barely."

Maira exhaled in relief—a real one, chest visibly rising as she clutched her own in instinct. Her lips parted—so soft, so visibly flustered.

"Thank God... I—I thought..."

But then her gaze dropped.

Her words died.

Right there in her throat.

And her eyes locked onto it.

My still-erect, still-damp cock lay there, twitching on my thigh like it was refusing to die with honor.

Precum smeared faintly across my skin, glinting slightly in the light. It was flushed. Angry. Veiny. Heroically stubborn.

Maira’s breath hitched.

Her cheeks burned crimson in real time—flaring from the neck upward like someone had lit a torch inside her.

She didn’t speak.

Didn’t move.

But I felt it.

Her whole body gave off signals—tiny, instinctual shifts.

Her hand trembled just slightly as she adjusted the cloth she was using to dab my bruised jaw. Her fingers tightened, then loosened, then froze again as her lips parted, dry. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Her eyes danced.

Not randomly—but like she didn’t know where to look.

They shot up to my face, then right back down between my legs, then over to the room behind me before snapping back to my cock again.

I watched her throat move—swallowing.

Her posture changed without thinking—knees drawing slightly inward, her back straightening, shoulders curling in like she was trying to shrink herself... while her breasts heaved against her dress, betraying her anxiety.

She’s shaking...

I caught every nuance—every twitch in her fingers, the press of her thighs, the way her mouth opened but no sound came out.

Like a spell had struck her dumb, but her body was whispering louder than her lips ever could.

A virgin.

A mature-bodied, soft-hearted virgin—kneeling next to a man laid bare in every possible way.

And the worst part?

I was enjoying it.

"Ahem," I faked a cough, trying to salvage what little dignity I had. "There’s... nothing for you to see here. Really."

Maira’s head jerked up. She gave a sharp nod—too sharp—like someone trying to break eye contact with a crime scene.

Her gaze darted to the side, jaw tightening, cheeks still aflame. She didn’t believe me. Not even close.

But who would?

After what she just saw... after what I had just done with—

"Whatever," I groaned, dragging myself upright, still cradling my poor, bruised jewels. "Give me some other room to sleep in. Maybe yours would do."

I shot her a wink. Classic misdirection. Smooth the tension with cocky charm.

Then I turned—only to feel something cold clamp around my ankle.

"What the—!?"

I looked toward my legs as I fell suddenly while trying to lift myself due to a sudden pull.

Asperia.

Her fingers had wrapped tight around my ankle like a damn curse sigil.

Her eyes were narrowed—face flushed, hair wild, and that eerie, soft green glow starting to pulse again across her skin.

Fuck, I was starting to glow in red.

[New Ability detected: Debuff Lvl 4: Added to Mirror Shop. Cost: 4000 GC. Would host like to buy it?]

’The fuck with Debuff!’

And then I realized this red glow around my body was her ability’s counterpart—something she hadn’t shown me until now but did at this moment before punching me and now pulling me.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shake her off.

She didn’t reply.

Just yanked.

Hard.

A snap echoed as her power flared—green from her, red from me. I barely got a breath before my whole body jerked forward like a ragdoll.

My hands scraped against the wooden floor, nails screeching like I was in a horror movie getting dragged to hell.

"WAIT—WAIT, NO! PLEASE! NOT AGAIN!"

My legs flailed uselessly. My back scraped against the wood.

I clawed the doorframe, flung out my arm—

"Maira!! SAVE ME!!" I screamed like a man going under.

But Asperia didn’t stop. Her strength was monstrous. My body slid clean into the room like a sack of meat being claimed by a demon bride.

Maira rushed forward, panicked. "Sir Vex—!"

Asperia’s voice cracked like a whip.

"If you don’t want us to leave tomorrow... go to sleep tonight."

Her head turned sharply, locking eyes with Maira.

"...Maira."

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t angry.

But it was final.

Maira froze mid-step. Her lips parted, her breath hitched—but she didn’t move.

Just stood there. Struck between command and concern. Her fists clenched over her skirt, but she took one shaky step back...

Then another.

The door slammed shut on my face with nothing but my life on the line.