My Magical Girl System-Chapter 23: Dream Work

Sarah froze mid-wipe, the tissue still pressed to her cheek. Her eyes widened with shame.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Lisa’s nervous giggle died in her throat. She looked from the invisible screen to Andrey, then down at herself—still flushed, lips swollen, hands sticky. Her voice came out tiny.

"W-wait... both of us? At the same time?"

System: Mhm~ Double duty for maximum affection gain! Don’t worry—Andrey’s a fast learner. And you two already helped each other so nicely earlier... teamwork makes the dream work!

Sarah threw the tissue at the air in frustration. "This system is legitimately evil."

Lisa took a shaky breath, then scooted closer to Andrey on the couch. Her voice was quiet but determined.

"Come on... let’s do it. I want to shower soon too—my body’s all sticky already."

Sarah watched Lisa’s sudden resolve, her own cheeks still burning. After a long second she sighed, shoulders dropping.

"Fine. We’ve already gone way past boundaries today anyway. Just... do it, Andrey."

Andrey looked between them, throat working. He gave a small, hesitant nod.

"Okay. But... who do I start with? I can’t... handle both of you at the same time."

Lisa’s face turned scarlet, but she raised her hand slightly—like a shy student volunteering.

"Me first... is that okay, Sarah?"

Sarah’s blush deepened. She quickly turned her head away, staring hard at the wall.

"It’s fine. I’ll... look away if you’re embarrassed."

She resolutely faced the opposite direction.

Andrey exhaled slowly. "Alright. Let’s start."

Lisa nodded, voice barely audible. "Okay..."

Andrey guided her gently to sit properly on the sofa, legs slightly parted. In his mind he thought ’Now I’m the one who has to lead her... okay. Stay calm. Be gentle.’

He reached out first, fingertips brushing Lisa’s cheek. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm under his touch. Her cute, flushed face—wide eyes, parted lips, tiny nervous breaths—sent a fresh rush of blood straight down. Andrey felt himself hardening again almost instantly.

Lisa’s breath hitched at the contact.

Andrey’s fingers moved to the top button of her oversized hoodie. He undid it slowly, carefully, one button at a time. The fabric parted to reveal her yellow bra—cute, lacy, with a tiny bow in the center. Innocent and somehow perfectly her.

He hesitated for only a second before cupping her breast over the bra, thumb brushing gently across the peak. Lisa let out a soft, trembling sound.

"Hnnh~..."

The noise went straight through him.

Andrey swallowed, voice low and careful.

"Is it... okay if I kiss you?"

Lisa’s eyes fluttered. She nodded quickly.

"Y-yes... it’s okay..."

He leaned in slowly. Their lips met—soft, tentative at first. Andrey had no real experience either, so the kiss was clumsy, searching. He tilted his head, learning the shape of her mouth, tasting the faint sweetness still lingering from dinner. Lisa whimpered quietly into the kiss, her hands coming up to clutch his shoulders.

His palm kneaded her breast more firmly now, rolling the nipple gently between thumb and finger through the thin lace. Lisa moaned against his lips, the sound muffled and needy.

They kissed deeper—still amateur, still messy—tongues brushing shyly, then bolder. Andrey’s free hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. Lisa arched into his touch, breathing turning ragged.

When they finally parted, both were panting, lips wet and swollen.

Lisa’s eyes were glassy, dazed.

"Andrey..."

Sarah, who had been peeking despite promising not to, quickly snapped her head back toward the wall—but not before a small, involuntary sound escaped her.

The meter in Andrey’s vision began to climb for Lisa—slowly at first, then faster.

System: Lisa progress 18%... keep going~ She’s very sensitive~ ❤️

Andrey’s fingers trembled slightly as he reached for the next button on Lisa’s hoodie. The fabric parted further with each slow undo, revealing more of the soft yellow lace beneath. Lisa’s breathing hitched every time a button slipped free—small, quick sounds that made Andrey’s pulse race faster.

When the hoodie finally fell open completely, he gently pushed it off her shoulders. It slid down her arms and pooled around her elbows. Lisa shrugged it off the rest of the way, letting it drop to the floor beside the couch. Now she sat in just her lacy yellow bra and the tiny sleep shorts she’d worn after dinner.

Her skin was flushed from collarbone to stomach, a soft pink glow that deepened every time Andrey’s gaze lingered. Her breasts rose and fell with shallow breaths, nipples already visibly peaked beneath the thin cups.

Andrey swallowed hard. In his mind: ’She’s... beautiful. So small and delicate... but the way she’s looking at me right now...’

Lisa’s hands fidgeted in her lap, fingers twisting together nervously.

"Is... is this okay?" she whispered.

Andrey nodded quickly. "Y-yeah."

He leaned in again, this time pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck. Lisa gasped softly, head tilting to give him better access. His lips trailed lower—over her collarbone, then down the gentle slope toward the top of her bra. When he reached the edge of the lace, he paused.

"Can I...?" His voice was rough, barely above a murmur.

Lisa nodded frantically. "Y-yes... please..."

Andrey hooked two fingers under the center gore of her bra and gently tugged the cups down. The yellow lace slid over her nipples with a soft rasp, revealing small, perfect breasts—pale skin, rosy peaks already tight and sensitive.

Lisa whimpered the moment the cool air hit them.

Andrey didn’t hesitate. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth—soft at first, just lips closed around it. Lisa’s back arched instantly.

"Ahhn—!"

He swirled his tongue slowly, then sucked—gentle but firm. Lisa’s hands flew to his hair, fingers threading through it as she let out a string of high, needy sounds.

"Andrey... nhh... that feels..."

He switched to the other side, giving it the same attention while his hand cupped the first breast, thumb rolling over the wet, sensitive peak. Lisa squirmed, thighs pressing together instinctively.

Sarah, still facing away, bit her lip hard enough to hurt. She could hear every gasp, every wet sound of Andrey’s mouth on Lisa’s skin. Her own thighs clenched involuntarily.

’Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t—’

She peeked anyway—just a quick glance over her shoulder.

Lisa’s head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent cry, cheeks flushed dark pink. Andrey’s dark head was bowed over her chest, one hand kneading softly while his mouth worked the other nipple. The sight sent a sharp, unexpected pulse of heat straight between Sarah’s legs.

She snapped her head forward again, heart hammering.

Lisa’s meter in Andrey’s vision climbed steadily—32%... 45%... 58%...

Andrey pulled back just enough to speak against her skin.

"More?" he asked, voice husky.

Lisa nodded, eyes glassy.

"Please..."

He slid one hand down her stomach—slow, careful—fingers brushing the waistband of her shorts.

"Can I... take these off too?"

Lisa hesitated only a heartbeat before nodding again.

"Y-yes..."

Andrey hooked his fingers under the elastic and tugged gently. Lisa lifted her hips to help. The tiny shorts slid down her thighs, revealing matching yellow lace panties already darkened at the center.

Andrey’s breath caught.

Lisa whimpered in embarrassment, trying to close her legs—but Andrey’s hand on her knee stopped her gently.

"You’re beautiful," he said quietly, sincerely.

Lisa’s eyes shimmered with sudden tears—not sad ones. Overwhelmed ones.

Andrey leaned in and kissed her again—deeper this time, tongue sliding against hers as his hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her over the damp lace.

Lisa moaned into his mouth, hips jerking up into his palm.

The meter jumped—68%... 79%...

Andrey rubbed slow circles over her clit through the fabric, feeling how swollen and slick she already was. Lisa’s kisses turned messy, desperate, little cries muffled against his lips.

Sarah couldn’t pretend anymore. She turned fully, eyes wide, cheeks flaming as she watched.

Lisa’s head fell back against the couch, mouth open in a continuous stream of soft, high moans. Andrey’s hand moved faster now—still over the panties, but with more pressure, more rhythm.

Lisa’s thighs trembled.

"Andrey... I’m... I’m gonna—"

Andrey kissed her neck, voice low against her ear.

"Let go. I’ve got you."

Lisa’s back arched sharply off the couch, her small frame trembling as the pleasure crested and broke over her like a wave.

Her thighs clamped around Andrey’s hand instinctively, fingers digging into his shoulders as if she needed something—anything—to hold onto. A high, broken cry tore from her throat, raw and sweet and completely unrestrained.

"Ahh—! Andrey—! Nnnhhh~!!"

The sound started as a sharp gasp, then melted into a long, quivering moan that rose in pitch with every pulse of her climax. Her hips jerked uncontrollably against his palm, grinding desperately against the steady pressure of his fingers circling her clit through the soaked lace.

"Haaah... hnnn...! I’m— I’m cumming—!! Aaaahn~!!"

Each word dissolved into another whimper, her voice cracking on the highest note as her whole body shuddered. Her inner walls fluttered rhythmically against nothing, clenching around emptiness while the wet heat soaked through her panties and onto Andrey’s hand. She sobbed once—a tiny, overwhelmed sound—then another, tears slipping from the corners of her tightly shut eyes.

"Nn... nnnhhh... Andrey... too much... s-so good... hah... hah...!"

Her legs shook violently, toes curling against the couch cushion. The orgasm rolled through her in long, dragging waves—each one pulling another soft, keening cry from deep in her chest.

"Ah... ahhn...! Still... still coming... nnngh~!!"

Lisa’s head fell back against the sofa, mouth open in a continuous stream of breathless, trembling moans. Her hips gave one last weak, stuttering buck before she collapsed forward, trembling, into Andrey’s chest. Her arms wrapped around his neck like she never wanted to let go.

Small, hiccuping sobs mixed with the aftershocks—soft, overwhelmed whimpers as her body continued to twitch and flutter.

"Andrey... Andrey... I... I’ve never... hnn..."

She buried her face against his throat, hot tears and shaky breaths warming his skin.

System: Lisa climax achieved! 100%~!

Affection +25 (first orgasm given by Host)

Bonus: Lisa’s mana sensitivity increased—next battle, skills cost 10% less mana

Lisa collapsed against Andrey’s chest, trembling, tiny sobs of relief and pleasure muffled against his shirt.

Andrey held her gently, stroking her hair.

Sarah stared at them—heart pounding, thighs clenched so tight it hurt.

The system chimed happily.

System: One down~ Now Sarah’s turn~ ❤️