SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System-Chapter 28: Hotel Suite (1)

[Ding!]

A crisp ding echoed in the void, as a system interface materialized before him.

Displaying on the interface was a picture on the blackened screen of the game menu—a woman, the same woman from the cover image. She held a matini on her hand, her posture effortlessly confident, her expression carrying a hint of mischief.

Mikey didn't have to guess. He recognized her immediately, and the system responded in kind.

[Name: Sandy]

Her name gleamed in a vibrant orange font, standing out boldly above the image- viz she was indeed a normal difficulty avater.

' Yes!' Mikey roared inwardly, pleased by his luck.

Then, another notification followed, unfurling like a scroll.

[Description: Sandy, wife of a billionaire, resides in a five-star mansion, living a life of luxury most could only dream of. However, her world is not as flawless as it seems. Though her husband excels in wealth and status, there remains one area where he fails to satisfy her deepest desires. Now, she finds herself at a picturesque resort, seeking something beyond lavish comfort. A thrill. A fulfillment that has long eluded her.]

[Objective: Satisfy Sandy. Do not come until you have successfully penetrated.]

Mikey stared at the screen, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"This is... ridiculous."

Before he could think too much about it, another option flashed at the bottom of his system menu.

[Would player like to begin Mission?]

[Yes] [No]

He exhaled sharply, feeling an odd mix of intrigue and amusement.

'Well...This is a bit odd...The mission objective is sorta similar to easy difficulty missions...hmm...well, might as well see where this goes.'

With a decisive motion, he selected

[Yes].

Just then, a burst of white light engulfed his vision, swallowing his senses whole.

***

As the brilliance faded, Mikey's eyes slowly blinked open, revealing a grand, opulent suite before him.

The air smelled of expensive cologne and rich mahogany. Plush velvet drapes framed a panoramic view of an endless blue ocean, the setting sun spilling golden light across the polished floors. Everything in sight oozed luxury—from the marble countertops to the golden accents in the furniture.

But Mikey had no time to admire his surroundings. Because standing in front of him was—

'What the hell?!' He thundered inwardly as his eyes widened in amazement.

A man. No, not just a man—a massive man.

He was built like a walking fortress, his body overflowing with layers upon layers of fat. His suit—expensive as it looked—struggled to contain his sheer bulk, buttons stretched taut against his stomach.

His face was swollen in peculiar places, with a patchy mustache that did little to add to his appearance. And yet, despite his unfortunate looks, he carried himself with an air of self-importance, as if money alone could make up for everything else his looks had taken away.

Mikey barely kept himself from recoiling. For a split second, he almost screamed "Monster!"

But then, he noticed something—his own posture.

He was standing upright, stiff like a butler, with a silver tray balanced in his hand. And on that tray sat two pristine martinis.

His attire was far from extravagant—a simple gray T-shirt paired with yellow shorts and a pair of flip-flops. It was casual, unassuming. But as he glanced down at himself, realization struck.

'I'm... I'm a waiter, huh?' he pondered, a wry smirk tugging at his lips.

Before he could process this bizarre situation any further, the massive man reached out and plucked one of the glasses without a shred of acknowledgment. With one swift motion, he downed the entire drink in a single gulp, almost faster than Mikey could comprehend.

Mikey blinked.

'Did he just drink that like it was orange juice?'

"You really shouldn't be drinking so much before you meet her, honey." a voice murmured.

The voice was silky smooth—feminine, playful, and dripping with tease. Mikey turned instinctively, his pulse skipping a beat as his gaze landed on her.

Sandy.

She stood by the doorway, just as she had appeared in the picture—except now, she was real, every part of her was.

Her bikini was tastefully revealing, teasingly exposing the curves of her bosoms and a floral wrap tied loosely around her waist, the fabric whispering against her skin as she stepped forward. Sun-kissed and poised, her gaze was unreadable, yet undeniably aware of the effect she had on those around her.

Mikey swallowed.

'Damn.'

Meanwhile, the behemoth of a man let out a guttural laugh, attaining Mikey's attention in an instance.

"A man drinks when he needs to drink, woman! Don't you know alcohol is a man's fuel?" He slammed the empty glass down and snatched the second martini, chugging it down with the same reckless abandon.

Mikey barely held back a chuckle- perhaps to the pig man, he was truly a man, but all Mikey saw was a tipsy teletubbies.

'Alcohol is the secret to everything, huh? Sure, buddy.'

The man, raking out a slightly damped handkerchief from his rear pocket, wiped his mouth, then he returned his glance to Sambi with a smirk.

"I'll be back by nightfall. By the time I return, I expect you to be...uhh...let's say, more revealing."

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With that said, he let out a guttural cackle, his laugh echoing about the suite.

Mikey wasn't sure what was funnier—the way the man's cheeks jiggled as he spoke, or the fact that he tried to make his voice sound suave, only for it to land somewhere between comical and cringe-worthy.

Sambi didn't reply. She merely folded her arms, her nails tapping against her skin in quiet impatience.

Even without a direct response, her expression screamed "Just leave already."

Eventually, the man took the hint. With a satisfied grunt, He shifted his gaze toward Mikey, his expression darkening with an intimidating glare.

"Close your ears, boy! When adults speak, little ones shouldn't eavesdrop."

Mikey met his stare for a fleeting moment before quickly lowering his gaze, trying to appear as obedient as possible.

'Bastard!' Mikey scoffed internally. Alright, I'll play along for now... But the moment he's gone... this boy is gonna fuck his wife.'

A smug, prideful smile curled on his lips at the thought.

Seeing how submissive Mikey had become, the fat man let out a short sigh, then without another word, he turned on his heel and lumbered toward the door.

Creak

Bang

The suite fell into silence as the door clicked shut.

And then, Mikey exhaled.

' Finally.'

He thought as he stole another glance at Sandy, his eyes locking onto the two irresistible beauties that exposed themselves to him—her perfectly curved, ample bosom.

And now, he was sure- they were all his.

'So now, it's time for this "boy" to fuck your wife fat man.'

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