SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 44: A Pervert’s Needs[R18+]

Chapter 44: A Pervert’s Needs[R18+]

Damn.

The picture wasn’t completely explicit—there was a certain angle, a hint of mystery—but it was eye-catching enough to make him pause.

His fingers hovered over the novel, hesitating. And before he knew it, he was already tapping on the novel’s page, his curiosity outweighing any sense of restraint.

Upon entering the page, as if fate itself had scripted this moment, the warning flashed across the screen, written boldly in the synopsis.

"WARNING: SEVERE SEXUAL CONTENT.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED."

His heart pounded as a greedy smirk drew on his face. This was exactly what he needed.

He took a deep gulp, feeling something stir within him—a sense of progression, a spark of confidence that had briefly been buried after the brutal beatdown he had received.

Slowly, it crept back, reigniting the fire within him. His fingers tingled as they brushed over the mission details on the screen.

Ah, this was one of the best parts of finding a new mission—that rush of excitement, the thrill of seeing the goal within reach.

He scanned the details again, taking in the tags: Manipulation, SMUT, R18 and a few others. Everything was laid out neatly, the report even stamped with an official-looking approval. Oh, and the novel? Perfection. Exactly what he had been craving.

Without hesitation, he clicked the "Read Now" button, and in no time, he was taken to the blackness of the main menu.

A sudden ding rang through the air, and following it was a pop-up notification displaying an image to him, and the moment his eyes landed on the image displayed before him, his brain momentarily short-circuited.

Displaying on the image was The girl from the cover, now fully rendered on his screen. Only, this time, the details were...ahem, a little more intense.

She looked exactly the same the cover picture, but now, her generous curves were resting on her hands as she leaned forward slightly. Her tongue peeked out, glistening, a teasing droplet of saliva rolling down her chin, patting against her cleavage. And her outfit? Well, calling it an "outfit" was generous. A thin, almost transparent pink panty was the only thing covering her lower half, exposing a smooth, well-maintained pelvis and the frontal end of swollen vulva.

Even from the picture, he could tell—this girl had a body sculpted by the gods. The kind of shape that made men reconsider their life choices.

Oh God, she was perfect.

Above the picture was a name written boldly in bright orange color, signifying that she was indeed a normal difficulty avater.

[Character: Jaime]

’Hmmm...hot body and hot name. Score!’

Just as his mind began to wander deeper into questionable territories, another notification popped up right afront of his him.

[Description: Jamie is a shy 19-year-old college fresher who has vowed to never lose her virginity until the right man puts a ring on her finger. She avoids boys, struggles with self-esteem, and is here at the player’s house (current boyfriend) to complete a due paper.]

[Objective: Deflower Jamie]

[Would you like to begin?]

[Yes][No]

He blinked, slightly caught of guard by the message.

’Wow. Okay...’

His brain stalled for a moment.

Respecting her choices. Yeah, those thoughts should have been present, but right now, all he could think was.

’Well, that’s...straight to the point.’

He wasn’t new to this. Not by a long shot. After all, he had played through enough of these games to know the deal. Still, staring at Jamie’s delicate, innocent face, a tinge of hesitation crept in.

She looked so...pure. Untouched.

Which, of course, made the mission all the more challenging and exciting.

He let out a deep sigh, mentally bracing himself. With all that said and done, he muttered softly.

"Yes."

And with that, the mission had begun.

A brilliant flash of light engulfed him. His vision blurred, however, only momentary.

As the bright flash ponderously faded, his eyes gently flickered open, adjusted to the dimly lit room, the soft glow of a television screen casting flickering shadows across the walls. And then, in the corner of his vision, he saw her. He saw Jamie.

She was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed, wrapped in a pink sweater that barely concealed the ample curves beneath. The fabric clung to her in ways that made it impossible not to notice. She had glasses perched on her nose, her gaze locked onto the TV screen, watching some fast-paced movie, and beneath her, she wore a very exposing bum short.

His heart gave an involuntary jolt.

She looked even better in person.

Even with all the sweat glistening on her skin, she still had that soft, innocent glow. The kind that made it hard to believe she was real.

His eyes darted to his hands which held firmly two ice cream cups as he stood just a few steps away from the fridge.

Taking one last heavy breathe, he advanced forward, making his way toward her in smooth, confident steps. The plan was simple: break the space. Get closer. Establish the mood, and he planned to follow it ti the bone.

On reaching her, he handed her one of the ice cream, stretching his hand out as she turned to look at him.

For a split second, their eyes met, but in less than a moment, her gaze flickered away almost immediately, cheeks flushing slightly as she hesitated before taking the ice cream cup.

"Thanks" she muttered softly.

She pursed her lips, holding the cup with her left hand as she digged in to the tasty desert, her shoulders slightly stiff.

’Alright, Mikey. Be cool! Step one: break the space. Let’s do this!’

He sat beside her, inching just a bit closer. Not too much. Just enough to test the waters.

A pause.

Her gaze drifted to the side, and then—just subtly—she shifted away from him, putting a little more space between them.

He blinked, slightly puzzled for the brief moment.

’Mmmm....why’d did she...is that how it’s gonna be?’

Normally, he’d brush it off as shyness, but right now, it felt more like a challenge. Like a line drawn in the sand.

His pride bristled slightly, but he kept his cool, throwing her a lazy smirk.

’Okay. Time to utilize deceptive reasoning and see what I can do.’

"You know, if you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be."

Jamie tensed for a moment before turning her attention back to the screen.

"It’s not that." she mumbled.

"I just...don’t like being around people."

He cocked an eyebrow, in an attempt to perfect his "concerned" persona.

"I’m not ’people’. I’m your damn boyfriend."

Just as he muttered this, there was an immediate, long lasting awkward silence in the room as Jaime was utterly dumbfounded.

’Ah. Now that was interesting.’

It was most certain she clearly had her reasons, but for now, he wouldn’t push. There was a strategy to this kind of game, after all. You don’t win by rushing in blindly.

Slow. Steady. That’s how you won the race.

And tonight? Oh, he planned to win.

Mikey exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck as he studied her, and then he muttered, breaking the silence.

"You don’t like being around people, yet you’re here... with me. That kinda gives me the wrong idea, don’t you think?"

She shifted awkwardly, her teeth grazing her lower lip.

"Well...."

She parted her lips to speak, but no words came. She couldn’t muster a response—not because she didn’t want to, but because she simply didn’t know how. Maybe that was the charm of a shy girl—always caught between the desire to speak and the hesitation to find the right words, leaving her delicate silence to say it all.

"Fine." he said, feigning nonchalance.

"You can watch your damn movie."

Mikey let out a quiet breath, pushing himself up from the couch. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if giving himself one last moment to reconsider, but the weight in his chest told him he had no reason to stay, atleast that’s all he needed to potray.

Just as he turned to leave, Aurora suddenly stood, moving quicker than he expected. She stepped in front of him, blocking his path, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out at first—just a shaky breath. Her wide, uncertain eyes locked onto his, pleading without even saying a word.

"You don’t want me close, remember?" Mikey muttered, his voice quieter than he intended.

His gaze flickered away, trying not to let the sting of rejection settle too deep. But Aurora shook her head quickly, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt.

"I didn’t mean it like that." she whispered.

"I— I just... I don’t want to be alone." Her voice trembled, the words falling somewhere between desperation and apology. It was then that Mikey noticed—the way her lips wavered, the faint glisten in her eyes, the vulnerability she had tried so hard to keep buried.

Releasing a soft sigh, she playfully threw her hand forward in an attempt to playfully shove him.

But Mikey was quicker.

His hand shot out, catching her wrist, pulling her in—and suddenly, their bodies were flush against each other.

A sharp breath escaped her lips.

Then—

He drew her closer to himself, so close that their gaze and lips were only a few inches away.

Still, regardless of how much she fought against it, she leaned in and kissed him.

Soft at first. Hesitant. Like she was trying to gauge his reaction, but Mikey didn’t hesitate. He took control.

The moment her lips pressed against his, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, his hands trailing down the curve of her back. She melted against him, her body molding perfectly to his.

His fingers skimmed lower, teasing, before he finally grasped her ass—full, soft, perfect in his palms, just as he had always wanted. He gave a firm squeeze, feeling her body tremble at his touch along with a soft breathy moan which slipped past her lips.

That was all the invitation he needed.

The kiss deepened. Urgent. Hungry. His tongue teased against hers, and she responded eagerly, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to send a thrill through him.

" Mmm." She grunted softly, filled with pleasure.

Her body arched into his, her huge succulent breasts pressing against his chest, as if trying to erase the space between them.

Mikey smirked against her lips. She wanted this. And damn, so did he.

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