SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 71: Gina, The Elf Queen(2)[R18+]

Chapter 71: Gina, The Elf Queen(2)[R18+]

Mikey’s fingers hovered over his phone’s keyboard, his eyes squinting slightly in anticipation. His lips moved faintly, murmuring the title under his breath like it was something sacred.

"My Big Mummy Milf Knows How to Treat an Extra..."

He typed it in slowly, like each word carried weight—fond memories hidden beneath every syllable. His thumb tapped the search button, and in an instant, the screen illuminated with results. Several titles flooded the page, all mimicking the phrase, some twisted, others imitations, but only one stood out.

There it was.

The one.

The one that had changed everything. The one that had flipped his mundane, irrelevant existence into something wild, something impossible.

His eyes didn’t even hesitate—they latched onto the familiar font of the title like a long-lost lover. A breath escaped him, shaky, and almost reverent.

"Just like the first time..." he whispered. He clicked and the page instantly loaded.

The cover image washed over the screen, bright and provocative. It was recently changed, but it still displayed the same haunting beauty whi h stared back at him—Gina—honey-skinned, white-haired, ethereal and devastating. The glossy texture of the background sheets, the curl of her seductive smirk, the purposeful placement of her body... it all came back.

Vivid. Terrifying. Erotic.

Her pose was precisely how he remembered it. Lying lazily on her side atop snow-white linen, the garment she wore clung to her body like liquid silk. Her curves didn’t hide—they performed.

Her long, snow-white hair flowed like moonlight down her shoulders, caressing the tops of her breasts, emphasizing everything that made her look less like a fictional character and more like a goddess sculpted by lust.

And yet, Mikey remembered.

He remembered the pain she had left him with during their last encounter.

He swallowed hard, his thumb twitching slightly as he stared into her haunting, hypnotic eyes.

’She was still in Normal difficulty. That much hadn’t changed. The label was still there—stamped boldly in orange above her name like a challenge. As if mocking him.

"Normal," Mikey muttered,

"Yeah...it’s definitely normal to be have a line of a thousand men ready to sleep with you."

Last time, he hadn’t been ready. He’d thought he was just reading a smutty harem novel. He hadn’t expected the System to drag him in. He hadn’t expected it to be real.

But now... things were different.

He’d changed.

He wasn’t the same trembling virgin whose pride got steamrolled—literally—by an overpowered honey elf MILF with enough sexual pressure to break human willpower.

"I’m stronger now." he muttered to himself, firming his posture.

"I’ve completed other missions. I’ve leveled up. I’m not a noob anymore. I’ve got deceptive reasoning, resistance, and..."

He paused.

"...max capability."

Still, he wasn’t going to back down.

Not again.

And so, with all that said, he tapped the "Read Now" button, and just like that, the screen went black.

A soft whoosh of air passed through his ears as if someone had opened a void beside him.

[Ding!]

The air around him turned colder. A blue glow lit up from the center of his vision—a System Notification pulsed gently in front of his eyes.

Then came the image.

And it hit him like a train.

It was her again.

The seductive image of Gina filled his screen—no, filled his world. She was there, draped across sheets that looked like spun snow, her rich, honey-toned thighs spread just slightly, teasing but not revealing. Her fingers gently tugged at the edge of her lingerie, pulling it downward with maddening slowness.

One of her breasts slipped free from the delicate grasp of her lingerie, almost as if it had grown impatient—hungry to be seen, to be worshipped.

It restd forward in a delicate manner, a decadent, heavy curve of honey-toned perfection. The skin was smooth, silky, glowing faintly in the ambient light with an almost divine shimmer, as though her body itself was dipped in the essence of seduction.

Her nipple stood proud—stiff and aching—pointing sideways with subtle defiance, like a secret it was daring someone to uncover.

It was flushed a rich pink, swollen with anticipation, beading with the faintest glisten of moisture that caught the eye and refused to let go.

Then came her lips.

Soft, sinful, parted just enough to whisper temptation. Her tongue emerged slowly, a lazy slide of wet velvet against the full swell of her bottom lip. She dragged it across, savoring the moment, painting her mouth with shine. And then—almost purposefully—a thin trail of drool slipped down her chin. It caught the light like liquid silk and dripped sensually down the length of her neck, rolling over her collarbone before sliding into the deep, shadowed valley between her breasts.

Lower still.

Her other hand had found its way—graceful and slow, disappearing beneath the barely-there lace of her garment.

The fabric clung to her curves like a desperate lover, sheer and soaked and scandalously transparent.

There, the outline of her swollen vulva revealed itself—shimmering through the lace like the outline of a sacred treasure. It pulsed gently, glistening with arousal, her desire soaking the fragile cloth until it left nothing to the imagination. The motion of her fingers—hidden but unmistakable—drew a jolt from Mikey, awakening his instincts in a quick moment.

She wasn’t just a picture of desire—she was desire. Alive. Breathing. Dripping with it.

’Gee....I missed this sight ...’

Mikey blinked, heart pounding, jaw locked.

Just then, another ding broke through his trance, and following it was a secondary system notification.

[MISSION DEBRIEFING]

[Background: Gina is a honey elf who tragically lost seven princes.]

[ Details: They did not perish by her hand... but by her body. They simply couldn’t handle her.]

Mikey chuckled nervously.

’Sounds much more scary than erotic.’

Then, there was another ding.

[Objective: Will you be able to satisfy her?

Will you be her Dirty Prince?]

[Would you like to begin?]

[Yes][No]

His mouth felt dry as his throat tightened.

"Jesus..." he muttered, licking his lips.

"It’s really happening again."

He hesitated. There was a moment where his thumb floated over the screen, unwilling to press it. The last time, he barely survived. Mentally. Physically. Spiritually.

His soul still had stretch marks from that mission.

And yet...

He somehow found his thoughts affirming-

’Yes.’

And following that, the yes option was selected.

[Player selects=>Yes]

The world shattered into light.

Blinding. Violent.

A storm of vertigo ripped through his gut as colors bent around him like a kaleidoscope made of lightning. He felt his body spin—weightless, directionless, helpless—and then...

Darkness.

Flicker.

Flicker.

Flicker.

A voice—smooth, sultry, dangerously familiar—curled into his ears like smoke.

"Are you just going to stand there and drool all day, or are you finally going to come in?"

Mikey flinched. His eyes shot open.

There she was.

Gina.

Towering.

Radiant.

Terrifying.

She stood at the far end of the path like a goddess carved from both fire and shadow, her presence alone enough to bend the air around her. The golden light from the heavens—or perhaps hell—drenched her figure in an ethereal glow. Her long hair, cascading like a black waterfall kissed with crimson streaks, fluttered even though there was no wind. And her eyes—those molten gold eyes—cut through the distance and speared into Mikey’s soul with unrelenting precision.

He glanced around.

Just like last time.

He stood at the front of a long, winding path that stretched endlessly in both directions. The air shimmered with heat—or magic, or madness. Behind him, men lined up in eerie silence. Dozens of them. Maybe more. They were the kind you’d expect to see on the covers of magazines or leading roles in films—tall, sculpted, confident. But the illusion cracked when you looked into their eyes.

"Hmmm....all this guys...just for her" he muttered below his breathe.

He turned back to her.

This was it.

Time to act.

Time to perform.

Mikey straightened up. His back cracked slightly as he pushed out his chest and fixed his voice.

"Oh... sorry about that." He chuckled, voice deliberately nonchalant.

"Just had a few things on my mind. Nothing special."

Her head tilted.

Those golden eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, she smiled.

Not warm. Not cold. Just... aware.

"Shall we?" he offered, gesturing forward with mock chivalry.

She turned away without a word and walked into the house. Her hips swayed in a way that defied physics, taunting him with every step.

He exhaled.

Then followed.

The inside of the house was just as he remembered. Medieval in design, but lavish beyond belief. Rich velvet drapes hung from the walls. The scent of crushed roses lingered in the air. Candles flickered across golden sconces, casting warm shadows over the stone and silk.

But none of it mattered.

Because his eyes locked on the bed.

It dominated the room—huge, wide, impossibly plush. The same bed where everything began, and everything nearly ended. The place of trial. Of trauma.

Of desire.

"Back to the battlefield," Mikey whispered under his breath.

Gina sat slowly on the edge of the bed, the fabric of her lingerie tightening deliciously around her curves as she crossed one leg over the other. Her eyes never left him.

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