Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 27 - Apologies for Enjoying Your Body

"Leave her, pervert! The guy is already dead!"

Mirea's voice cracked as she slammed both palms against the barrier of translucent light. The dome pulsed faintly with each impact but didn't give.

She grit her teeth, eyes burning with rage as she watched Vex—shirtless, bloodied—standing too close to her sister.

Too damn close.

Inside the dome, Maira couldn't hear her sister clearly anymore. Everything was muted. Distant. As if the world had pulled a thick curtain between her and the outside.

But she could feel him.

Vex.

The heat rolling off his bare chest. The steadiness in his stance. The weight of his gaze.

He took a step forward.

She didn't move.

His fingers brushed the side of her waist—not roughly, but with slow, deliberate contact. Just enough to press the back of her bodice tighter to her curves, outlining her shape as he leaned closer.

"You're warm," he murmured, voice hoarse with fatigue, his chin resting on her head. "Like firewood and honey."

thump thump

"Umh..." Maira's breath hitched as she felt her heartbeat quicken, warmth spreading in her chest. The way they pressed together, so possessively, made her feel wanted. Her hands hovered between them, unsure of what to do.

"You calmed me earlier," he continued. Naturally, he just wanted to farm gold coins, but she was too warm. His tone was just above a whisper. "I need more."

Before she could react, he shifted closer—until her breasts, pillowed and plush beneath the tight front of her dress, met the ridges of his chest.

A faint gasp left her lips.

Her full hips bumped gently into his thighs. She instinctively straightened—but her body didn't pull away.

It leaned in.

Her cheek brushed his chest. Her hands rested lightly on either side of his ribs, trembling. The feel of him—firm, hot, damp with sweat and streaked with blood—made her entire body ache in confusion.

But to him—

DING—

[ +3000 GC: Physical Contact (Front Embrace) – Full Curve Pressure Registered ]

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Vex sighed—just faintly.

The gold coins were too few, but this hug was more for his mental peace than money. Somehow, he felt soothed in her arms.

It wasn't the feeling of a soulmate—but it was the warmth one feels after working all night, then taking a nap in the early morning before sunrise in a plush bed.

This feeling was better than a few gold coins.

Her softness—maybe due to her voluptuous yet mature aura—seemed to soothe his mind. The plump, cloudy-like softness dissolved him. It was something different from Asperia.

He noticed a stark, breath-stealing difference between the two.

Asperia was flawless—tight waist, perfect hips, smooth skin that gleamed under the light.

Her waist curved tight, hips smooth and full, pressing her rosebud inward. Her breasts were uniquely shaped—pink, big like ripe melons, but not saggy... just plump and perky, perfectly suspended, as if they defied gravity just for her.

She wasn't just beautiful; she was royalty weaponized as sex.

Fully clothed, she could make men bend, crawl, or bark—wriggling like dogs just to catch a glimpse of her.

But naked... she was a force of nature. A body so perfectly shaped and tight she could make even the strongest men erupt like fountains—before dying from their balls drying up.

But Maira... Maira melted into the senses.

She was warm and thick and so damn real.

Her thighs touched and begged to be spread. Her hips were wide and inviting—the kind you could grab and pull yourself into.

Her breasts hung heavy, natural—the kind a man would die to bury his face in, kiss slow, squeeze rough.

Her belly was soft, her skin warm, her scent already clinging to the air like need.

She didn't just look like sex—she looked like love wrapped in lust. Like a woman who wanted to be touched everywhere, kissed until her breath hitched, and pounded until she cried out, hugging her while buried balls-deep inside after filling her to the brim again and again, just to feel the warmth of her settle into you.

While ending with the feeling of her clinging to you as if she'd fall apart without you.

Asperia was a fantasy.

Maira was everything a man never knew he needed—until his body begged for her.

And Vex sensed this trait... though it was another thing entirely to control himself now, or else...

Her body had molded into him like wet clay—soft in all the right places.

Her chest flattened against him, fabric stretching tight, breath shallow. Her thighs trembled, squeezed together as he slid a hand up her back.

His palm rubbed gently along her spine, tracing the dip from her shoulder blades down toward the small of her back. Not groping. Just gliding.

Savoring.

Maira whimpered—quiet, barely audible—as her head tucked shyly into the crook of his neck.

She felt like she was melting.

The heat in her belly swirled downward, mixing with confusion and sensations she didn't have names for.

And still, outside—

"VEX!! I SWEAR TO GOD—LET HER GO!!"

Mirea's voice cracked again through the dome, her fists striking uselessly against the emerald wall.

The moment shattered.

Vex jolted slightly.

"...Oh, y-yes."

He eased his hand off Maira's back.

Then—without warning—he stepped away, as if catching himself too late. The heat between them broke. The pressure of his body lifted. Her arms were still half-raised, her fingers faintly trembling mid-air.

She blinked, stunned, like someone waking from a vivid dream.

Then—before she could react further—he dropped into a deep bow.

A clean, respectful, full-bodied 90 degrees.

The kind you'd expect from a gentleman addressing royalty.

"I'm sorry," Vex said quietly. "I shouldn't have leaned on you like that..."

He held the bow for a breath. Then stood up straight, his eyes gentler than she'd ever seen. Not wild or cocky or burning with mischief—just... warm.

"I didn't mean to use you," he said. "It's just... the way you held me..."

His voice cracked faintly.

"You made me feel safe."

He looked her dead in the eyes now—sweat still glistening down his temple, dirt smeared along his jaw—but his gaze steady and sincere.

'....Hah? It's working?'