SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System-Chapter 29: Hotel Suite(2)[R18+]

The hotel room door clicked shut behind them, sealing Mikey in with Sandy.

The moment felt... heavy, almost like an unspoken force urging him forward. It wasn't just anticipation—it was desire. Or, as Mikey preferred to put it-

'It's go-time.'

Mikey exhaled, shifting on his feet.

'So... the husband's gone. That makes me the cheating servant, huh?'

The absurdity of it all tickled the back of his mind. He wasn't some silver-tongued rogue or a smooth operator. Hell, he was just a guy standing in a lavish hotel suite, dressed like a glorified errand boy. How was he supposed to go about this? If this were some cliché movie, seduction would come easy, but in reality? What did a hotel errand boy even have to offer a woman like Sandy?

"What do you think of him?"

Mikey blinked, snapped away from his thoughts in an instance.

"Huh?"

Sandy tilted her head, reclining onto a plush cushion with a deliberate, almost lazy grace—only to throw herself down with just enough force to make an impact. And oh, what an impact it was.

Mikey's eyes locked onto the glorious sight before him—her heavenly melons jiggling wildly from the momentum, threatening to spill right out of the flimsy bikini top that barely managed to contain them. Gravity was doing its best to spill them, and honestly, he was rooting for it.

She carried herself with the kind of ease that suggested she owned the space she was in. Her golden hair tumbled over her shoulder as she settled into a more relaxed position, the silk of her robe parting just enough to reveal the deep curve of her collarbone.

"My husband." she repeated, with a slow, assessing look in her eyes.

"What do you think of him?"

Mikey hesitated. Was this a test? A trap? Or was he just overthinking things? Either way, the smartest move right now was to play it safe— act like the humble, obedient servant boy and maybe—just maybe— see if luck was on his side.

He shrugged.

"Uh... he seems like a hardworking guy?"

Sandy paused for a quick moment. Then, she let out a sharp, almost theatrical laugh. It was the kind of laughter that didn't match a woman of her feminine nature—too loud, too amused. She shook her head, a smirk curling her lips.

"Hardworking?" she repeated, shaking her head as if the word itself offended her.

"That man scams people out of their money with his insurance schemes. He's a fraud."

Mikey didn't know what to say to that. He had expected some bitterness—after all, he'd gotten the sense she wasn't exactly in love with the fat guy—but outright disdain? That was a little surprising.

"Mmm...Uhh...If you hate him so much..." Mikey found himself asking,

"...why'd you marry him?"

Sandy's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"For the money, obviously...I still wonder how even he hasn't figured that out!"

There was no hesitation, no shame, no attempt to dress it up. She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world, like being a gold digger was no bad trait at all.

"I love money." she continued, stretching her arms over her head as if she were talking about an old, cherished lover.

"There's nothing in this world I love more. Nothing anybody loves more."

Mikey absorbed that. He wasn't sure if she was being entirely serious or if there was something underneath that statement— but he was sure that was bad as it sounded, he was definitely in the same line with her, he was a gold digger too.

"I mean..." he started, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I guess I like money too."

"Do you?" she mused, tilting her head as though she was genuinely astonished by his words.

"But you don't have any. How can you love something you've never truly had?"

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Mikey nearly scoffed, the insult stinging his pride, but thankfully, his deceptive instincts were still sharp. He knew when to speak, when to act, and when to hold back. Instead of snapping, he forced a half-smile, slipping effortlessly into the role, playing along like a seasoned actor.

"I watch a lot of reality TV." he said dryly.

"I get the general idea."

His words only made her laugh again, though this time, it was a lower, richer sound.

Pausing her banter, she took a moment and studied him, plainly inspecting his build from head to toe, and for the first time, there was something in her gaze beyond amusement.

Then, she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

"Well, let me give you some friendly advice then- Money will never bring you happiness. It'll buy you everything else, but the happiness part? That's never part of the package."

Mikey frowned, and not just because he was expecting something way sexier to come out of her mouth. No, what really made him squint in disbelief was the sheer audacity of a rich person claiming that "money doesn't buy happiness."

'Mmm...Does she really belive that? I mean that's an obvious rich man's lie, 'cause if money doesn't buy happiness, then why did all the miserable people seem to be broke?' He thought inwardly.

"I don't get it."

"Take it from me." she muttered, rising from her seat, her breasts clapping softly with each other as she rose. Slowly, she crossed the space between them, the air shifting with each deliberate step.

Mikey's breath hitched slightly, but he didn't dare to flinch.

"I married a man who gave me everything." she murmured, stopping just a foot away.

"He gave me money, status, security. A life most women would kill for. A life I thought I wanted."

She reached out then, her fingers grazing his chest lightly, tracing a slow path downward.

"But you know what?" she whispered, her lips curving into something between a smirk and a secret.

"He gave me what I wanted, but never what I really needed."

Gulp

Mikey swallowed hard, his pulse quickening.

"And....w-what do you need?" he asked, his gaze fixed on hers.

Sandy smiled, closing the last bit of distance between them, and in one smooth, effortless motion, she deeper her hand into his pants, gentlu wrapping her warm soft hands around his now hardened cock.

Her touch was intoxicating, a tantalizing blend of softness and intent that sent a shiver coursing through him. He felt the heat of her palm, the subtle pressure making his breath hitch as a deep pulse throbbed profusely on his dick. Her cheeks carried the faintest flush as she leaned in closer, her lips grazing his ear, her breath warm, teasing, full of unspoken promises.

"A good fuck...." she whispered into his ear.

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