SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 77: Gina is...?

Chapter 77: Gina is...?

His eyes stayed locked on her, unmoving.

There she was—lying on his very own bed, as real as the sheets beneath her.

His lips parted slightly, breath catching in uneven bursts as disbelief wrapped around him like a slow, rising tide.

"Gina... Gina is in my room."

His stare didn’t waver. He didn’t blink. Didn’t move.

It had to be a lie.

His hand drifted down to his arm, and with a shaky grip, he pinched his skin.

"Shit."

He recoiled slightly. The pain was real. And yet... she was still there.

Her dark skin glowed beneath the dim light.

She lay there, wrapped in nothing but a soft white t-shirt—thin, light, and barely long enough to cover the swell of her hips.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, molding itself around the full, perfect curves of her breasts. Each breath she took made the shirt rise and fall gently, emphasizing the roundness that pressed against the cloth- the supple shape of her marvelous breasts.

Her nipples were stiff—taut against the cotton—pushing forward with a quiet boldness that made it impossible not to stare.

They strained against the fabric, tempting him with the faintest outline, a subtle yet shameless tease of what lay beneath. The way the shirt hugged her, the way it hinted at every inch of her sensual frame, made her presence feel more like a dream than anything real.

The shirt draped over her like a whisper, doing little to hide the lush curves beneath. Every dip, every rise of her body teased through the thin fabric. Her long, flawless thighs stretched over the sheets, soft and inviting, and her dark, silky legs bent naturally with a quiet, effortless grace.

She looked just like she had in the story—only now, she was real. Perfect. Exotic. Breathtaking.

"What the hell...? This can’t be happening."

His heart pounded.

’How the hell is this even possible?"

His mind raced. "Is this... is this some kind of new feature in the Deluxe Edition?’

He didn’t look away.

Her full lips were parted in the lightest breath. Her lashes fluttered a little, signs she was waking—or had been awake.

He forced himself to move. Reaching toward the edge of the bed, he grabbed his phone, swiping quickly to open the app store. His thumb tapped fast, anxiety flooding him.

"Maybe someone else has seen this. Maybe someone posted about it."

He scrolled. Down, down. Nothing.

"Come on, come on... There were nine other buyers. I can’t be the only one with this bug or glitch or whatever the hell this is."

But there was nothing. No mention of anything like this.

"Damn it!"

He tossed the phone beside him and leaned forward, running his fingers through his hair, frustration piling in his chest.

’Maybe... maybe if I start a mission, she’ll go back. Yeah. That makes sense. That has to make sense. Just start a mission.’

His fingers twitched toward the phone again.

Then—

"Mikey."

A soft, feminine voice called out behind him. It wasn’t just a whisper. It grabbed his ear—his whole being—and squeezed. He froze.

’That voice...’

He turned slowly.

She was sitting up.

Gina.

Her eyes were half-closed, a sleepy haze still clinging to her face. One hand gently rubbed her eye, and strands of curly black hair cascaded down her shoulder, just like they had in the story.

Her face. Her lips. Her skin.

All of it... the same.

Too real.

Too perfect.

His heart skipped.

"She’s exactly like I remember. Exactly."

But what chilled him most wasn’t the fact she looked the same.

It was that she’d said his name.

His real name.

"She knows my name," he thought, panic rising.

"None of them ever knew my name. No NPC. No character. No one."

Until now.

His wide eyes stared at her.

She blinked, slowly noticing his intense expression.

"What’s up with you?" she muttered, brow furrowing a little.

Her gaze drifted away from him.

She looked around.

The walls. The ceiling. The door. Everything was wrong.

"Where is this place?" she whispered, her tone laced with subtle confusion.

Her stare returned to him.

"Seriously... can you stop looking at me like that?"

Mikey stood there, stiff, lips slightly trembling.

"What... what are you doing here?" he finally blurted.

The words burst out, uncontrolled, loud.

Paranoia tightened his chest.

Her face creased.

"What do you mean?"

He grit his teeth.

"I mean you’re not supposed to be here! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Gina paused. Her confusion deepened.

"I don’t get you. I mean... what do you mean what am I doing here? I don’t think I did anything wrong. All I did was... sleep."

She paused. Her eyes softened.

"We slept together. Then you said you were never going to leave me..."

Mikey froze.

She blinked slowly, trying to recall.

"After that, everything went blank. But then... I woke up here. In this... this weird-ass room."

She looked around again.

"So if anything, I should be the one asking you the questions."

His heart was a thunderstorm in his chest.

"You don’t belong here," he said.

"You’re an elf queen. You’re not supposed to be here."

She turned her gaze back to him. Calm. Steady.

"I’m only here because you wanted me to be."

Silence.

It hit him like a slap.

"What did you just say?" he asked, barely above a whisper.

"You said you never wanted to leave me," she repeated softly.

"You’re the reason I’m here, Mikey. You said you never wanted to leave me... and so, I didn’t leave you. What more could you want?"

His breath caught.

She stared at him gently, her voice calm, lips parted, chest rising slowly beneath the white fabric. The curve of her hips dipped toward his mattress, and her thighs stretched smooth and dark beneath the hem of the shirt.

Her eyes didn’t blink.

She meant it.

She was here because of him.

Because he said he wouldn’t leave her.

And somehow...

The universe listened.

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