My Magical Girl System-Chapter 32: Hot Night (18+)

Andrey could only stay silent, staring at Lisa with wide eyes. Her soft invitation hung in the air between them, making his heart pound even harder.

Lisa noticed his silence. A small, shy smile appeared on her flushed face as she slowly crawled closer to him on the bed. She reached out, placing her small hand gently on his chest, right over his heart.

She could feel it — the rapid, heavy thumping beneath her palm.

Lisa looked up, her cute face inches from his, eyes locking with his.

"...Do you not want to...?" she whispered, voice soft and vulnerable.

Andrey’s breath caught. Seeing her like this — completely naked, flushed, and looking at him with such innocent desire — made something inside him snap. He was losing control.

"It’s not that, Lisa..." he finally managed, his voice low and strained. "It’s just... we’re doing this as partners. We’re only doing it because the system forces us to. You’re not thinking clearly right now. You’ll regret it later."

Lisa tilted her head slightly, her hand still resting on his chest.

"Andrey... you’re overthinking this too much."

Before he could reply, her other hand slid down, boldly cupping the obvious bulge in his pants. Andrey jolted in surprise, his face turning bright red.

"Lisa— stop—"

But Lisa didn’t pull away. Instead, she gently squeezed, feeling how hard and hot he was.

"I’m not doing this because I’m forced to," she said quietly, eyes never leaving his. "And I won’t regret it. So... stop limiting our relationship just because of work."

Her fingers moved with surprising confidence. She unzipped his pants, then tugged both his trousers and underwear down in one smooth motion.

Andrey’s cock sprang free — already fully erect, thick, and throbbing. The tip was flushed dark and glistening with a bead of precum.

Lisa’s eyes widened slightly as she stared at it. She wrapped her small hand around the base, feeling its heat and weight.

"Now it’s my turn to satisfy you," she whispered, her voice sweet but filled with determination.

Andrey’s breath hitched, his hands clenching the bedsheets as he looked down at the cute girl holding his cock so gently.

Lisa wrapped her small, warm hand around Andrey’s throbbing cock. She began stroking him slowly, her movements still inexperienced and a little clumsy, but full of gentle curiosity. Her fingers slid up and down his thick shaft, occasionally squeezing lightly at the base before gliding back toward the swollen head.

Andrey let out a low, shaky breath. Even with her lack of experience, the sensation of Lisa’s soft hand pumping his cock felt incredibly good. Pleasure spread through his body with every stroke.

Lisa looked up at him with shy but eager eyes, her cheeks flushed.

"Does it feel good, Andrey...?" she asked softly, her hand never stopping its slow rhythm.

Andrey’s breathing grew heavier. The teasing, innocent way she touched him was driving him crazy. He swallowed hard.

"Lisa... are you sure about this...?"

Lisa didn’t slow down. Instead, she tightened her grip just a little and continued stroking him with more confidence.

"Focus on feeling good, Andrey..." she whispered, her voice sweet and coaxing.

Andrey could only surrender to the pleasure. He leaned back slightly, eyes half-closed as Lisa’s hand worked his cock. She watched his face closely, noticing every twitch of his eyebrows, every sharp inhale, every time his lips parted in a quiet groan. Seeing him enjoy it so much made her even more eager.

Her hand moved a little faster.

"Andrey..." she said softly, still stroking him steadily. "What do you think about Sarah?"

Andrey’s eyes snapped open in surprise.

"Sarah...?"

The moment her name left his mouth, an image flashed in his mind — Sarah’s full, soft breasts that he had seen so many times during their rewards, the sexy curve of her body, the way she moaned his name when she came earlier. His cock twitched hard in Lisa’s hand, growing even bigger and harder.

Lisa noticed it immediately.

Her grip suddenly tightened around his shaft — almost too tight. Andrey winced in pain.

"Don’t think about other women," she said, her voice quiet but carrying a sharp edge of jealousy.

Andrey gritted his teeth, breathing through the mix of pain and pleasure.

"That’s because you asked something weird, Lisa..."

Lisa continued stroking him, her hand moving up and down his length again, but her eyes stayed locked on his face.

"So... what do you think about Sarah?" she asked again, her tone deceptively innocent. "Do you like her more... or do you like me more?"

Andrey was caught completely off guard by the sudden question. His mind went blank for a moment, unable to form a clear answer.

Seeing his hesitation, Lisa’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"It seems like I need to be more aggressive so you can answer properly..."

Before Andrey could react, Lisa leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the head of his cock between her soft lips.

Andrey’s breath hitched sharply as pleasure surged through him. Lisa’s mouth felt incredibly warm and wet around his cock, and the way she was moving — even though she was still inexperienced — was driving him crazy. Every lick and suck sent sparks of intense pleasure up his spine.

’She’s getting more aggressive...’

Lisa continued licking his shaft with growing confidence. Her small tongue traced every vein, swirling around the swollen head before she took him deeper into her mouth again. Her innocent face — the same cute girl who used to bring cookies to the office was now eagerly sucking his cock, cheeks hollowed, eyes looking up at him with shy determination.

The sight alone made Andrey groan deeply.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. His hand moved on its own, gently cupping the back of Lisa’s head, fingers threading through her soft twintails. He didn’t push — just held her there, feeling the incredible heat and suction of her mouth.

Lisa’s innocent mouth was now wrapped around his throbbing penis, sucking and licking with increasing enthusiasm. Andrey’s hips twitched, struggling to stay still as pleasure built rapidly toward the edge.

"Lisa... I’m going to cum..." he warned, voice strained and hoarse.

Instead of pulling away, Lisa only sped up. Her head bobbed faster, taking him deeper and deeper until the head of his cock pushed into the tight heat of her throat.

Andrey’s eyes widened. "Lisa—!"

He couldn’t hold it any longer.

With a deep, guttural groan, Andrey came hard. Thick ropes of warm cum shot straight into Lisa’s mouth and down her throat. Lisa’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull back. She kept sucking, swallowing every spurt with audible gulps — the wet, obscene sound of her swallowing his load filling the quiet hotel room.

When the last pulse finally faded, Andrey slowly released her head.

Lisa pulled back, gasping for air. Her lips were swollen and shiny, a thin string of saliva and cum still connecting her mouth to the tip of his cock. She coughed softly, trying to catch her breath, her chest heaving.

Andrey looked at her with concern, his hand gently brushing her hair back.

"Are you okay, Lisa?"

Lisa took a few deep breaths, then gave him a small, shaky smile.

"I’m fine..."

Before Andrey could say anything else, Lisa suddenly pushed his chest, forcing him to lie back on the bed. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her small, naked body hovered over his, still flushed and glistening with sweat.

Andrey’s eyes widened as he felt it — Lisa’s soaked, hot pussy resting right on top of his still-twitching cock. Her slick folds rubbed against his length, coating him with her arousal. His cock twitched eagerly beneath her, the head nudging against her entrance, clearly wanting to push inside.

Lisa looked down at him, her cute face still red, eyes dark with desire.

She didn’t say anything.

She simply rocked her hips slowly, letting her wet pussy slide along his hard cock, teasing him.

Just as Lisa was rocking her hips, letting her soaked pussy slide teasingly along Andrey’s hard cock, a sudden ringing sound broke the heavy silence in the hotel room.

Andrey’s phone was vibrating on the bedside table. The screen lit up with Sarah’s name and a photo of her from the office days.

Lisa froze on top of him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at the glowing screen.

Andrey’s hand instinctively reached toward the phone, but Lisa quickly caught his wrist, stopping him.

"Don’t answer it," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "Ignore her."

Before Andrey could respond, Lisa leaned down and captured his lips in a deep kiss.

The kiss started urgent and hungry. Andrey’s surprise quickly melted into eagerness as he kissed her back. Their mouths moved together, growing more skilled with every second. Lisa’s tongue slipped past his lips, playfully teasing and tangling with his. She was learning incredibly fast — her kisses becoming bolder, deeper, and surprisingly skillful.

Andrey groaned into her mouth, his hands instinctively gripping her waist. His cock twitched hard between them, the head rubbing and sliding against her wet, slippery folds with every small movement of her hips. The friction was maddening — hot, slick, and teasingly close to entering her.

Their kiss grew messier, more passionate. Tongues danced, lips sucked, soft moans vibrating between them. Lisa seemed to have a natural talent for this — she quickly figured out exactly how to move her tongue to make Andrey’s head spin.

When they finally broke apart, a thin, glistening string of saliva connected their tongues for a moment before snapping. Both of them were breathing heavily, lips swollen and wet.

Lisa looked down at Andrey with dark, hazy eyes. Her voice came out as a soft, breathless whisper:

"I’m going to put it in now, Andrey..."