SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 56: Pulled Away[R18+]

Chapter 56: Pulled Away[R18+]

[Ding!]

The pit of blackness in the game menu stretched before Mikey, blinking several system notifications dancing afront of him, the words that appeared felt almost mocking, rather than sothing-

[Objective: Woo Angela]

[Mission Complete!]

He stared at the message in disbelief, a hint of rage boiling within himself.

[Rewards will now be allocated to players]

[Reward: +2 increase in all stats.]

[Reward: +4 Soul Cores Earned]

His heart sank, frustration mounting the more as he read through the infuriating text.

’What the hell just happened? I was so close! I already had her where I wanted, hell I was just a few inches away from penetrating her and now, just when things were getting interesting, this goddamn game ripped away from my labour.’

As if realizing that his thoughts were getting a bit too out of hand, he instinctively paused his thoughts, attempting to cool his head.

’God damn it.’

It wasn’t working. He clenched his fists, but beneath all his rage, there was a gnawing sense of regret. He’d forgotten all about the mission, all about his trick of trying to successfully sleeping Angela without immediately completing the mission. And now, it felt like everything had slipped through his fingers, which it had.

The rewards were nice, sure. But they weren’t enough- especially after the embarrassment he had put himself through.

However, right then, another notification caught his eye, its blue glow brighting the surrounding darkness of the game menu.

[Option: Would player like to continue his experience?]

[Yes][No]

His eyes flickered to the screen, heart skipping a beat.

’Wait...Yes!! This is it. This is exactly what I’ve been looking for.’

With this, he could finally claim what he had earned—and maybe, just maybe, he’d get to discover what Angela truly felt like, not just in fleeting touches or teasing moments, but in the warmth of her vulva, something he’d been craving since the very first spark between them.

A brief hesitation passed, then, confirming through his thoughts, an option was selected.

[Player selects=>Yes]

The bright light flared to life again, flooding his vision, not harsh, but all-encompassing. And then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it faded.

When Mikey blinked, his eyes still slightly fluttering of the bright glow.

Then, in a sudden flash, he found himself back in Angela’s home—right where they had left off. She was bent slightly forward, exposing her swollen vulva to him, her breathing soft but uneven, her body flushed with anticipation.

There was a gentle tremble in her shoulders, and the vulnerability in the moment made it feel less like lust and more like she was offering herself not just to be touched, but to be wrecked.

’I’m back?’ A short gasp escaped his lips as he muttered this.

His sudden gasp made her flinch ever so slightly, a delicate shiver running through her. Though she remained bent over, her eyes flicked back toward him, wide with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"What’s wrong?" She muttered with a worrisome tone.

’Oh shit. I reacted outwardly. I gotta make this blow over.’ His thoughts raced.

"Umm...you’re...you look so fucking good bent over." He stuttered, his tone firm and laced to the brim with confidence. He softly rubbed his hand about her protruding ass, softly grabbing and gripping her ass.

"And you’re all mine!" He added as he gave a loud spank on her ass.

Angela giggled slightly, a soft moans escaping her lips as his spank connected.

"Mmmm....yes I am....so what’re you gonna-"

Mikey didn’t give her a moment to prepare. In one deliberate, dominant thrust, he buried his entire cock entirely inside her. His thick, hardened length slid deep into her slick, aching heat, stretching her in all the right ways.

"Ohhhh....Fuckk!"

The sudden fullness in her vulva stole her breath, as her fingers clutched toward, her back arched beneath him. A soft moan escaped her lips, unbidden but eager, her body welcoming him with a wet, greedy embrace that trembled under the intensity of his presence.

"Ohhh...."

Angela’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat blooming across her skin like fire licking at her neck and chest.

Her eyes fluttered closed as a wave of pleasure rolled through her, sharp and overwhelming, yet addictively sweet. She could feel every throb of his shaft inside her—pulsing, alive, claiming her with each subtle twitch.

She tilted her hips instinctively, drawing him in even deeper, her breath catching as he hit a spot that made her toes curl.

A slow, sultry smile curved her lips, betraying just how much she was enjoying it. Her body trembled with delight as Mikey leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his chest pressed firm against hers as in a gentle back-and-forth thrust, he commenced his thrust into her warm velvet pussy.

She could feel the weight of him, the strength in his arms as he held her still, the heat of his skin melding with hers.

Each of his slow withdrawal teased her, dragging every inch of his length against her slick walls before he plunged back in with a rough groan, recommencing each of his thrusts. The rhythm was purposeful—possessive—each thrust drawing out a helpless moan from her lips, each motion a dance between pain and pleasure that blurred deliciously into something more primal.

"Yes...yes!...yes!!...don’t stop! Don’t fucking take your dick off me!"

The world around them faded, lost in the rhythm of their bodies, the wet, lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, the heady scent of sex filling the air.

Her moans, along with his, grew louder, no longer restrained, echoing like music in the heated space they shared. Every stroke lit a fire inside her, every thrust fanned the flames, building her toward a peak she both feared and craved. And still, she wanted more.

The room was filled with heat—thick, heavy, and laced with the unmistakable rhythm of their bodies.

Swurp

Swurp

Swurp

Each time Mikey thrust into her, the sound of wet, heated skin meeting skin echoed around them, sharp and slick, a deeply erotic beat that seemed to reverberate off the walls.

It was lewd and raw, yet impossibly intoxicating. Every slap of his hips against hers sang with desire, a symphony of flesh and lust, growing faster, louder, more desperate with every passing second.

Her pussy gripped him tightly, hungrily—slick, soaked, and impossibly warm. He could feel her around him, soft yet snug, every inch of her inner walls clenching as if trying to memorize the shape of him. Each time he pushed in, it was like sliding into velvet heat, wet and sinful, coating his shaft in her desire.

She was drenched for him—her arousal dripping down his length, making every thrust smoother, deeper, more overwhelming.

Mikey groaned low in his throat, the sound rough and primal. He could feel the way her body welcomed him—every squeeze, every flutter, every tremble an invitation to keep going, to go harder, deeper, until she was unraveling beneath him.

Her walls pulsed with each movement, milking him, coaxing more pressure, more friction, more of that maddening, slick pleasure that had them both on the brink.

Their rhythm grew messier, more feverish, as the wet, rhythmic slaps of their bodies intensified, bouncing off the walls like music made from desire. Her moans mingled with his growls, breathless and needy, each sound feeding the fire between them. The sound of her soaked pussy swallowing him again and again was shameless, loud, and deeply erotic—an endless echo of how much she craved him.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Mikey’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with rising urgency. The once steady rhythm turned frenzied—wild, relentless. His shaft drove into her again and again, slick with her arousal, gliding in and out of her soaked, pulsing heat.

Each thrust sent a ripple through her body, the wet sound of their connection filling the room with something shameless, something utterly carnal.

Angela’s moans rose with every stroke, turning into breathless cries, then into full, pleasured screams. Her voice was raw with pleasure, her back arching off, protruding her ass for him as she took all of him, again and again, begging without words for more.

He was losing control.

Her pussy was impossibly wet, tight and warm and clinging to his dick like it never wanted to let go. The way she squeezed around him with each thrust—like she was milking him, pulling him in deeper—nearly broke his composure. He could feel the heat building in his core, the tension coiling in his spine like a storm ready to snap.

"Fuck." he groaned, teeth clenched as he pushed deeper, rougher, faster.

"I’m gonna cum."

Angela’s eyes flew open, glazed with lust, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

"Don’t you fucking dare pull out." she gasped between gasps and moans, her nails dragging down his back.

"You stay inside me. I want it. All of it."

Her words shattered whatever control he had left.

With a hoarse, desperate growl, Mikey buried himself deep inside her one final time. His body jerked as he came—hard. Hot waves of release surged from him, spilling inside her, pulse after pulse of thick, molten pleasure. He groaned against her neck, clutching her tightly as his orgasm tore through him, raw and consuming.

Inside her, he throbbed, filling her completely.

And she welcomed it—hips grinding, her voice trembling with satisfaction—as the last of his climax spilled deep into her, warm and heavy.

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