Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash-Chapter 26 - A Fluffy Hug

"Maira!" Mirea whispered, cradling her big sister protectively, brushing leaves from her tangled hair. Her voice was soft but urgent, her body coiled over Maira's like a shield.

That man—they didn't even know who he was—and now he was barking at her?

Maira blinked, her cheek still pressed to her sister's arm, trembling under the weight of everything she'd just endured.

Then—

"Don't yell at Maira!" Mirea snapped, her glare flashing up toward the man ahead of them. Her voice cracked—half fury, half exhaustion. "She's just been through hell!"

Vex didn't miss a beat.

"If you don't want me yelling..." he grunted, breath ragged, shoulders still squared against the dark, "...then come hug me."

A pause.

Mirea blinked. "What?"

Vex exhaled like a man too tired to explain himself again—though clearly annoyed. The truth was, the whole fight had taken a toll on him, consuming more than 40,000 gold coins—when he might've gotten twice that just from Asperia's boob press—but every second watching his money bleed made him desperate.

He was burning resources just keeping them alive.

And those two? Lying on the ground like delicate pigs.

If they weren't going to fight, they could at least support... even if it was soft and plump support.

So, again, he said—firm and dry, "I said hug me. From behind. Tight."

"The hell are you talking about?" Mirea snapped, rising slightly from her crouch, voice full of fire. "Are you crazy?! What kind of perverted request is that?!"

Vex didn't flinch. Still facing forward, he tilted his head just enough for a lazy side-glance.

"Not you," he said.

There was a flicker of something in his mouth—like amusement he wasn't bothering to hide.

Because the moment he'd walked into this disaster, he'd noticed it. The way the younger sister snapped like a whip, standing over someone else.

And the other? The one curled beneath her, all flushed skin and wide eyes—submissive in posture, soft in tone.

Naive.

Mature-bodied.

His type + nurturing natured.

And with the support his incubus bloodline granted, reading women had only gotten easier.

Maira's shy posture, her held-in breathing, the way she flinched when her sister raised her voice—it told him everything.

The younger one was fire.

But the older-looking one?

Pure hearth.

Pure heart, while possessing the same body type as Mirea—just more matured.

"...What?" Mirea froze.

"I don't want you," he said again. "I want the one with bigger hips. And boobs."

The words landed like a slap in the face.

The wind tugged at Mirea's cloak, and for a moment, she stood speechless. "Excuse me?!"

Vex kept speaking like it was a perfectly rational choice.

"The one who's soft. Motherly. Warm. I need the power of love to stabilize the shield. Emotional resonance. Skin-to-back contact. Her body's perfect for that."

"You—You... bastard—!!" Mirea pushed to her feet now, eyes wide with rage. "You think this is the time to take advantage of someone?! You think just because you bled for us, you get to say whatever the hell you want?!"

"I'm not taking advantage," Vex replied flatly, his tone deadpan. "I'm saving your lives. But I can't protect both of you if this dome dies. And I can't keep it up without support. I can't sense any love from you—just teeth and fire."

Mirea's hands clenched. "Shut the hell up! Keep your disgusting fantasies and kinks to yourself, pervert!"

But behind her—

Maira heard everything.

And something inside her... shifted.

She had flinched at first, yes. But now—she didn't.

Because for once, someone wasn't yelling at her for being useless. Wasn't scolding her for being fragile. Wasn't hurrying her out of the way.

They were talking about her. Choosing her.

Not because she was smart. Or strong. But because she was... warm.

Needed.

Wanted.

Her body still ached, but her limbs didn't feel as heavy. Her mind—clouded just moments ago—now burned with clarity. Her chest tightened, not from fear, but from something heavier, warmer.

Her trembling fingers pushed into the dirt.

Slowly, quietly, she started to lift herself upright, her knees brushing past Mirea's leg.

The dome shimmered faintly, casting a soft sheen along the curve of her waist as she straightened—not fully, not confidently—but enough.

Mirea turned sharply. "Maira, don't—!"

But Maira's eyes were already locked on the man standing between them and the world.

"...I'll do it," she said.

Quiet.

But steady.

Her body jolted with embarrassment, but she moved.

She approached him in slow, uncertain steps, her legs unsteady from exhaustion and emotion. Her thighs pressed together as she stood behind him, the rise and fall of his firm, muscular back right in front of her.

She hesitated.

Then... wrapped her arms around him.

Her forearms brushed along his ribs, and her chest slowly pressed into his back.

Her breasts—full, heavy, soft from years of modest dresses and domestic struggle—molded against his spine, taking shape around the ridges of his muscular back.

"Mmh..."

She gasped.

The firmness of him, the warmth of his sweat-slick skin, the way her curves folded into him like puzzle pieces—it sent an unexpected shiver through her belly.

It was the first time she was close to a man; the safety she felt and this sudden feeling between her thighs made it warm.

He didn't move. But she could feel the heat ripple under his skin.

She clung tighter.

Her cheek settled against the nape of his neck. Her fingers curled against the muscles of his chest, digging lightly into his bare skin through the gaps in his ruined coat.

Her breath fanned over his shoulder blade, trembling and warm.

And suddenly—she felt calmer.

Something about his presence, the weight of him, the solid stillness—it grounded her.

The panic stopped clawing at her throat. Her mind went still.

And miraculously, her disease—which always sent a rush of fatigue around her limbs—seemed to vanish.

But to Vex—

DING—

[ +2500 GC: Support Contact Registered — Full-body hug ]

[ Bonus Triggered: 'Boob Pressure Detected' — +1200 GC ]

Vex almost sighed—though not from pleasure. From relief.

Finally. Gold in.

Though the system, unlike with Asperia, appeared to offer no buffs or extra rewards for Maira—as if it was being biased against women's status.

Just like Premium and Privilege users...

But who cares? Even a drop of water is a blessing to the man dying of thirst.

He glanced down without turning his head. Her arms were smaller than he expected. Shaky. But real. And she was holding him like he was all she had left.

"...Tighter," he said.

Maira whimpered softly, her face flushing hotter—but she obeyed. Her arms pulled in.

Her boobs squished more firmly into his back, their soft weight flattening with her effort to keep him upright.

Her thighs gently pressed against the back of his. Her body clung to his like an embrace built for war, not comfort.

"I—I'm holding..." she whispered, her breath caught in her throat.

Vex adjusted his grip on the cracked stick. His muscles flared as he braced himself.

"Good," he muttered. "Don't let go."

"STOP! LET HER GO, YOU PERVERT!" Mirea, however, lurched. She had been in a trance after hearing her sister make her fateful decision, but now she stood before them, stretching her hand toward her sister.