My Idle System

Chapter 377 377: Interrupted

Once again, time passed. Now, in the bedroom, on the brand-new mattress that was already ruined beyond saving, Christian remained tangled with Eva and Annabelle.

His cock moved between their soaked pussies — sliding out of Eva as she stayed on all fours above, then pushing back into Annabelle beneath her, only to return again in a slow, filthy rhythm that never quite broke.

Their bodies glistened with sweat and cum, skin slapping wetly with every desperate motion.

They had completely lost themselves in pleasure… and it was right then that something finally changed.

A petite girl stepped into the room.

Anastasia paused for a single second, silently taking in the scene. The sight of three naked bodies tangled together, combined with the overwhelming smell of sex, hit her immediately. It wasn't as if she hadn't already sensed what was happening here, but seeing it with her own eyes still made her wrinkle her nose in clear distaste.

None of them noticed her at first. The trio kept moving, soft moans continuing to spill into the room without pause.

"Are you an animal in heat who knows nothing but mating? It's been one fucking week."

Her voice cut through the air like a whip, cold, sharp, and absolute.

Her presence flared outward, heavy and undeniable, and Christian finally snapped back to reality.

He turned his head, his eyes still glazed with lust, and for the first time ever, he looked at Anastasia with blatant, open desire, raw and completely uncontrolled.

She noticed instantly, and the pressure in the room multiplied.

Christian's danger sense screamed, sharp warnings flooding his mind, and only then did the haze fully break.

He coughed awkwardly. "Just give me a few more hours and I'll be out."

"Hours?" Anastasia repeated, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Christian, who had every intention of continuing a while longer, immediately backtracked. "I meant minutes."

At his forced smile, Anastasia simply snorted in disdain. Then, without another word, she vanished from the room as suddenly as she had appeared, as if she couldn't tolerate staying in such a filthy place any longer.

Christian glanced down at Annabelle and Eva.

Both were completely lost, their minds drowned in pleasure, barely conscious. They hadn't reacted at all — hadn't even seemed to notice Anastasia's presence.

Was she only visible to me? he wondered briefly. The pressure from earlier made it hard to believe otherwise.

But he didn't dwell on it.

Shaking the thought away, he resumed moving his hips, slower now, but still deep. Even if he had to finish quickly, he wasn't stopping without one last release.

Only after he filled Annabelle with a final, heavy load did he finally pull out.

Both women had already passed out, breathing softly in exhausted sleep, their bodies tangled together on the ruined sheets. Leaving them as they were, Christian got up and headed to the bathroom alone.

Under the hot spray of the shower, he finally began to come back to himself. And as he rinsed the layers of sweat and cum from his body, a random, useless but oddly interesting thought surfaced:

Anastasia had spoken in English this time.

When exactly had she picked it up? During this one week?

Humming quietly to himself, half-amused, Christian stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel low around his waist, and walked into the dressing room.

Inside, he found all kinds of clothes prepared for him. Without much thought, he picked something comfortable and put it on before finally stepping out.

Sophia was already waiting for him in the hallway.

She stood completely still, like a knight on guard duty. The pose would have looked impressively cool… if not for her flushed cheeks and the way her eyes kept flicking, again and again, toward his crotch.

Christian took in the sight with clear amusement, which only made her embarrassment deepen.

"Have you… finished with your workout session?" she asked stiffly.

He could practically see her wanting to run away from the situation. The way she avoided saying "sex" or anything even close to it, made her sound like a prim virgin, and that only made him want to tease her more.

He stepped forward slowly, closing the distance until his chest brushed lightly against her breasts.

Sophia froze. Her body went rigid, panic flashing across her face as the heat in her cheeks deepened. And yet, as a disciplined subordinate, she didn't dare step back.

"Why are you acting like this?" he asked, his voice low, threaded with amusement. "Have you never seen anyone fuck like animals for a whole week before?"

His breath brushed against her face, warm and close, and Sophia lowered her head even further.

Her gaze dropped, settling on the open collar of his shirt… and the firm chest beneath it.

And then the thoughts came.

Unbidden. Improper.

What would it feel like to be held by a body like this?

How does it feel to take that… monstrous thing inside?

Is that why Miss Annabelle and Miss Eva scream like that?

Insolent thoughts. Completely unacceptable for a maid to have about her master.

And yet — without realizing it, she leaned into him. Just slightly.

She had completely forgotten he had asked her a question.

Christian chuckled softly at her dazed state, then shifted his approach.

"Are you still a virgin?"

"…Yes."

The answer slipped out of her almost involuntarily, as if pulled free by some unseen force.

Christian lowered his head, his lips brushing lightly against her ear as he whispered, "Then do you want me to take your virginity? To make you a real woman?"

"YES."

The response came instantly — no hesitation, no thought.

Christian immediately stepped back, raising his hands in mock surprise. "I was only joking! And yet you really have dirty thoughts about your master's body!"

Sophia froze. Then, slowly, she lowered her head even further, her cheeks burning with shame. And somewhere deep inside, something else stirred — something quieter.

She already missed it.

The warmth of his body against hers… the first time in her life she had ever felt anything like that.

Christian watched her in silence for a moment, his gaze openly appraising, amusement still lingering beneath it.

Should I really put my hands on this old virgin?

At first, it had been nothing more than a joke.

But now that he had said it out loud, the thought didn't leave so easily.

Sophia had already stepped into the first mastery stage, and while her appearance leaned toward that of a woman in her late thirties, there was still a quiet, mature charm to her. She couldn't compare to Annabelle or Eva, let alone Anastasia, but that didn't mean she lacked appeal.

He exhaled lightly and shook his head.

Fuck her or not… I'll leave that decision to future me.

"I'm finished," he said casually. "Go clean inside."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and began walking through the unfamiliar house, his mood still light, almost playful.

In the back of his mind, a stray thought surfaced.

What kind of face would Sophia make when she walked back into that room?

And which mattress had suffered more, the previous one, or the one they had just ruined?

Maybe he should ask her later.

Still grinning to himself over such useless thoughts, Christian left Sophia alone to deal with the aftermath.