SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 70: Gina, The Elf Queen(1)[Ecchi][Bonus]

Chapter 70: Gina, The Elf Queen(1)[Ecchi][Bonus]

His eyes Were caught on the Soft, delicate lavender.

Panties.

Aurora bent forward to retrieve the crumpled food bag she’d knocked over while in her banter.

Her skirt was still bent over, revealing the perfect curves of her ass.

Mikey’s breath hitched.

Time stilled.

The fabric of her underwear hugged the shape of her perfectly—smooth, toned curves framed by the natural sway of her hips.

The delicate color of the cotton contrasted deliciously with the sun-kissed tone of her thighs. There was something impossibly soft about her. Feminine in a way that struck him deeper than he expected.

His gaze lingered, helpless.

Her ass was... beautiful. Not just sexy—though it absolutely was—but crafted, as if the universe had spent a little more time there. A perfect curve, heart-shaped, hypnotic.

How had he never noticed?

She’d always just been Aurora. His sharp-tongued partner-in-crime, the girl who’d seen him at his worst and laughed anyway. The girl who used to steal his fries when she thought he wasn’t looking. His friend. His best friend.

But now...

The sunlight filtered in just right, bathing her in gold. It kissed the side of her face as she turned back, her smile playful and knowing. Like she’d caught him looking. Like she’d wanted to.

’God. Was she always this hot?’

His heart pounded, a deep thrum in his chest. His mouth went dry. He felt like a man who had wandered blind through paradise, only just now realizing what he’d been surrounded by all along.

And then she straightened, bag in hand, and on taking out the food, casually tossed it into the bin. Her skirt fell back into place. The spell—if it ever really broke—left him dazed.

’No. No. Don’t do this.’

He snapped his head the other way, forcing his gaze toward the wall as if punishing himself.

’She’s just a friend. Just a friend, Mikey. You are not doing this.’

"You okay?" Aurora asked, standing up straight. Her voice was soft, almost teasing, as she returned to her seat on his bed.

Mikey tensed.

He could feel her eyes on him. Her presence. The bed creaked under her light weight as she leaned forward.

"You look like someone just dropped a hammer on your brain. Something wrong?"

"No! No," he said quickly—too quickly.

The words were stiff, robotic. Even he hated how they sounded.

Aurora raised a brow, pausing to glance down at the spot where she’d been bending.

Then back up at him.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. That knowing smirk returned.

"You act like you’ve never seen ass before, Mikey."

Her voice was smooth, casual, laced with that ever-present mischief as she glided across the room.

She reached his computer chair and gave it a playful spin before plopping down with theatrical flair, crossing one leg over the other like a queen claiming her throne.

That was the thing about Aurora.

She knew.

She always knew.

Mikey had tried to hide the way his eyes wandered sometimes, the subtle, stolen glances when she wasn’t looking—or when he thought she wasn’t. But she noticed. Of course she did. She was Aurora.

And yet... she never seemed to mind.

"I’m gonna let it slide this time..." she said, tilting her head and giving him a look—half amusement, half warning.

"But next time, you better not be staring when I bend over."

Mikey’s heart didn’t just skip a beat—it tripped, crashed, and rolled down a hill. He didn’t even try to defend himself. What was the point? She’d already read him like a book with all the pages wide open.

’God.’ he thought.

’ she knows me way too well.’

Then, just as the tension threatened to boil over, her expression shifted. The teasing glint in her eyes softened into something gentler, something quiet.

"Still... I feel like I should make it up to you." she said, voice lower now. Sincere.

Mikey blinked, head tilting. "Make it up to me? For what?"

"You know," she said, giving a little shrug. Her gaze dropped to the floor for a heartbeat, then flicked back up to meet his. In that tiny second, Mikey saw something flicker behind her eyes—vulnerability, maybe. Regret. Something softer than usual.

"For everything. For dragging you into my mess. For not being there when I should’ve been."

Her voice was quiet but clear. No dramatics. No excuses. Just... honest.

Mikey frowned, but the sarcasm in his voice came out warm, teasing.

"You didn’t do anything wrong."

Aurora scoffed gently, rolling her eyes—but the smile tugging at the corner of her lips betrayed her. It wasn’t her usual smirk. This one was smaller. Tender, even.

"You annoying bitch." she muttered with a laugh, one of those rare, genuine ones that bubbled out of her like it had been waiting all day for permission. It was soft. Warm.

Familiar in a way that made Mikey’s chest ache a little, like the feeling you get when you realize you missed something... and didn’t know it until it came back.

Mikey chuckled too. The air between them—once tense with unsaid things—now felt light. Easy. Like slipping back into your favorite hoodie after a long day.

And for a moment, just a moment, it felt like everything was okay again.

Aurora wiped the corner of her eye, still smiling. Then she reached into her jacket, and something about the gleam in her eyes warned him.

"Ta-da!" she announced, pulling out two glossy movie tickets and holding them up like they were golden Wonka bars. "Boom. Saved your life again."

Mikey blinked. "What the hell is that?"

"Two tickets to The Last Train," she said proudly, wiggling them between her fingers. "It’s this new rom-com about a guy who—"

"Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa," Mikey cut in, lifting a hand like he was stopping traffic.

"Did you just say rom-com?"

"Yeah, what’s so shocking about that?"

He stared at her like she’d just confessed to adopting a possum and teaching it how to salsa dance.

"Aurora. I got beat up. Bad. I still have dried blood in my ear. And your solution is... emotional turmoil, heartfelt confessions, and slow-motion kissing in the rain?"

"It’s called healing." she said flatly, crossing her arms.

"It’s called torture," he countered.

"Next, you’ll be feeding me kale smoothies and making me journal about my feelings."

"Oh please," she scoffed.

"These tickets were eleven bucks each. That’s an investment, Mikey. You better cry or laugh or have a spiritual awakening in that theater."

"I’m going to have a crisis," he muttered.

"I can feel it already."

She narrowed her eyes at him, grinning.

"You’re just scared you’ll like it."

He gasped theatrically.

"I won’t. I’m emotionally constipated, Aurora. If that movie gets to me, there’s no going back."

"Then consider it my mission to unclog your heart."

He shook his head, unable to keep the grin off his face. "You’re insane."

"And you are a drama queen."

He raised a hand to his chest in mock-offense.

"I just think, maybe—maybe—if we’re talking about cheering me up, we could aim for something that doesn’t require tissues and a philosophical breakdown."

Aurora tilted her head, mock-curious. "Like?"

He leaned in, eyes gleaming.

"Transformers."

She groaned instantly.

"Ugh. Let me guess. Explosions. Shouting. Giant robots doing parkour."

"Yes! It’s beautiful, really. The cinematic equivalent of punching depression in the face."

"With testosterone and oil spills."

"Exactly," he beamed. "A masterpiece."

She sighed like she was carrying the weight of all men’s taste in movies on her shoulders.

"It’s playing next week Saturday. I checked."

He sat up straighter. "Really?"

"I figured you’d say no to the rom-com and cry about it."

"See? This is why we’re friends," he said, pointing at her with exaggerated appreciation. "You know me."

"Regrettably."

He smirked. "You’re cheering me up, remember?"

She raised a brow.

"By watching two hours of clanging metal and heroic speeches about the power of friendship?"

"You’re catching on."

Aurora flopped onto the arm of the couch beside him, head tilted back in melodramatic agony.

"You are such a pain, Mikey."

"Coming from the girl who got me nearly beat to death and trapped in a fourteen-thousand-dollar debt spiral?"

She barked out a laugh, the kind that made her whole body shake just a little. It was infectious.

"Did I forget to say I love you?"

Aurora grinned.

"It’s fine. Most people forget that part after destroying someone’s life."

She giggled, then nudged his knee with hers.

"Okay, deal. Transformers, next Saturday. But you better not stand me up again like you did at the pond."

He placed a hand over his chest, solemn.

"Me? Stand you up? Never again. That guy? The Pond Guy? He’s dead to me. This is the New Mikey."

Aurora gave him a sideways glance, skeptical.

"Oh really?"

"Absolutely. New Mikey shows up. New Mikey pays back debts. New Mikey watches giant robots and walks out a better man."

She laughed softly, her gaze lingering on him for a second too long. Her voice lowered, just a bit.

"New Mikey doesn’t have a bad ring to it."

"Told you."

She rolled her eyes, but her smile—small and unshakable—never left.

"Next Saturday?"

"Next Saturday."

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It was Sunday.

Mikey lounged on his bed, bruises still dotting his ribs and arms from the last fight with Sam. The pain was dull now, more of an echo than a roar. What truly burned in his chest was curiosity.

Tomorrow was Monday. Day three.

The day he could finally test Future Sight once more.

’I’ve changed something... I know I have.’

He was certain of it. Miles appearing where he wasn’t supposed to, his own rejection of becoming Miles’s enemy, and the shifts that followed—it all pointed to divergence. That was the only explanation.

His fingers danced across his phone screen as he scrolled through the featured page on his Web Novel App.

Most of the missions were done.

He’d cleared many of them himself, others he left half-complete because they bored him. But something gnawed at him now, deeper than boredom.

’Was he good enough yet?’

Not to beat Son. Not to impress Aurora.

But to face Gina.

The elf queen. The one who had rejected him-

’For being too "small" back then’ he thought bitterly. His first failure.

But he wasn’t that guy anymore.

His stats were higher. His system was stronger. He wasn’t the same Mikey. Not anymore.

And Gina? She was going to see that, soon. Very soon.

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