Gathering Wives with a System

Chapter 99: Skillfull Alice, Harvesting New Crops

’If we can upgrade the awakening crystals,’ she thought, ’even people with weak talents will be able to level up. Survivability rates would rise, and the quality of human resources would improve across exponentially. Unawakened people would no longer need to live at the mercy of strong.’

It wouldn’t be perfect, but it would be a start.

Right now, humanity needed every edge it could get.

She reached for a pen, intending to write a few notes down, but her hand stopped mid-air.

Her senses tingled again.

The rhythm from the other room had shifted.

Leora slowly turned her head toward the wall separating her from Isaac’s quarters.

There was movement again, a different kind one. It was more intense.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. Her mind, sharp and trained, could interpret the subtle vibrations through the air and ground.

She heard the slight creak of bedsheets, the soft hitched breaths, the controlled yet growing pace of it all.

She froze.

”...Is that position safe?” she muttered.

’Maybe I should intervene.’

Leora stared at the wall, and hesitated.

She moved toward the door but stopped just before placing her hand on the handle.

Her fingers curled.

Then she turned away.

’Haah, what am I even thinking?’

For the first time, Leora regretted having powerful senses. It was one thing to sense other’s having intimate time once by mistake, but sensing that when she was trying to sleep?

Every day?

It was stressful. In more ways than one.

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Isaac POV

”Alice, we should stop. I need to—” started Isaac.

His words caught as Alice’s lips brushed against his shaft. Her tongue moved with a slow, deliberate skill that sent a jolt of pleasure through his core.

She was cleaning him. Her movements were sensual, teasing, and it was working too well.

Isaac’s body responded, hardening again under her touch. His throat went dry.

How was she a dragon? She was clearly a succubus!

Every flick of her tongue sent waves of pleasure through him.

Moreover, her awakened strength meant he didn’t have to restrain himself, and that freedom was intoxicating.

That was not to say he did not like doing it with Emily. But with her, he had to be careful to not hurt her, since his strength and agility stats were higher than what she could handle.

”Is this okay?” murmured Alice, as she pulled away away and her eyes glanced up at him.

Isaac swallowed, and nodded. ”More than okay.”

There was a spark of mischief in her gaze, and she continued, her lips and tongue working with a rhythm that made his head spin.

Isaac couldn’t tear his eyes away, captivated by the way she moved.

Alice reached for his hand, guiding it to the top of her head. Her eyes locked with his in a silent invitation.

He knew what she wanted. His pulse raced, and his desire surged as he hardened further.

He patted her head gently, then moved his hand, guiding her pace. She followed, her movements quickening.

”Alice,” grunted Isaac.

She understood what that meant.

Her head bobbed faster.

The sensation was overwhelming, and a wave of heat clouded his thoughts.

Isaac’s grip tightened on her hair.

With a low, guttural groan, he let go, the release hitting hard.

Alice took it all, swallowing smoothly, though a small trickle escaped, sliding down her chin.

She didn’t pause, licking him clean with a care that sent another shiver through him. When she finished, she sat back, wiping her mouth with a casual swipe.

”You’re going to harvest your grains, right?” asked Alice. Her tone was light, like they’d been discussing chores.

”Yeah,” he replied.

”Go and come back quick. I’m not done yet,” she said, her eyes glinting with a playful hunger.

Isaac shook his head with a chuckle.

That status screen hadn’t lied. She was insatiable.

”Again?” he asked. ”Your uncle and Selene are home today. If we stay in here too long, what will they think?”

Alice blinked, then her face paled as the thought sank in.

”Oh no,” she muttered, standing quickly.

”We need to leave the room fast,” she said, hurrying toward the bathroom.

Isaac followed her into the shower. Warm water sluiced over them, washing away the sweat and heat of their earlier moment.

Alice kept glancing at the door, like she expected someone to barge in. Isaac chuckled, finding her nervousness endearing.

”Relax. Even if they know, it’s fine. We aren’t kids,” he reassured, passing her the soap.

”That...” said Alice, scrubbing her hair. ”It’s still embarrassing. What will they think of us if we stay in your room for hours?”