My Magical Girl System

Chapter 163: What the Body Won’t Deny

Andrey sat beside Lumy on the wide back seat. The air was still heavy from the previous reward session, but now the tension was focused entirely on her.

Lumy’s breathing was already ragged. The curse the System placed on her was working relentlessly a deep, throbbing heat pulsed inside her womb, making her thighs tremble. She tried to move away, but her body felt weak.

"Andrey... don’t..." she whispered, voice shaking.

Andrey looked at her for a moment, then slowly reached out. His hand gently touched her waist, sliding up along the elegant deep blue dress. The fabric was smooth and thin, clinging to her full breasts and curvaceous figure. He caressed her side, then moved higher, cupping one of her large breasts through the dress.

Lumy gasped sharply. "Nngh...!"

In her mind, she repeated desperately:

’Felix... forgive me... This isn’t what I want... Forgive me...’

Andrey’s hand squeezed gently, feeling the softness and weight of her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, which was already stiff and sensitive from the curse. Lumy bit her lip hard, trying to hold back a moan, but a soft whimper still escaped.

His other hand moved down, sliding along her thigh through the high slit of the dress. He caressed the smooth skin, moving higher until his fingers brushed against the edge of her panties.

Lumy’s body jolted. "Ah... wait..."

But she couldn’t pull away. The heat inside her was growing unbearable. Her mind fought, but her body was already reacting strongly to his touch.

Andrey leaned closer, his breath warm against her neck as he continued exploring her body, squeezing her breast, teasing her nipple, and slowly stroking her inner thigh. He could feel how wet she already was.

"You’re burning up," he whispered near her ear.

Lumy’s eyes were watery. She turned her face away, biting her lip as another soft, involuntary moan slipped out.

’Felix... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry...’

The System watched silently, glowing with satisfaction as the pleasure meter for Lumy began to rise.

Pleasure Meter (Lumy): 18%...

Andrey leaned in slowly, intending to kiss Lumy. Their faces drew close, but at the last moment, Lumy turned her head away, avoiding his lips. Her breathing was shaky, her body tense.

Andrey paused for a second, then respected her refusal. He didn’t force the kiss. Instead, he lowered his head and gently kissed the side of her neck while his hands continued exploring her body.

His palms roamed over the elegant deep blue dress, feeling the curves of her waist, then moving upward to cup her large breasts. Lumy’s body trembled under his touch.

"Ah..." she let out a soft, suppressed sound, biting her lip.

Andrey’s hands grew bolder. He found the clasp of her Magical Girl outfit and slowly opened it from the front. The sleek blue fabric parted, sliding down her shoulders and revealing her white lace bra underneath. The bra was elegant and slightly sexy thin straps, delicate lace patterns, and a deep cut that barely contained her full, heavy breasts.

Lumy’s face burned with shame. In her mind, she thought:

’Ah... he’s seeing it... Even though Felix has never seen me like this...’

Her heart ached with guilt, but the curse the System placed on her made her body react against her will. Her nipples had already hardened visibly beneath the thin white lace, and a fresh wave of heat throbbed deep inside her womb.

Andrey’s gaze darkened as he looked at her exposed chest. He slid one hand inside the bra, cupping her bare breast directly. His thumb brushed over her stiff nipple, teasing it gently.

Lumy’s breath hitched. "Nngh... Don’t...Anhn!"

She tried to stay strong, but her body was betraying her more and more. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as wetness began to gather between her legs.

Andrey continued touching her, squeezing her soft breasts, playing with her nipples, while his other hand slid down her smooth stomach, tracing the curve of her hips. The contrast between her cold, elegant appearance and the way her body was reacting made the moment even more intense.

Lumy kept her face turned away, eyes watery, repeating in her heart:

’Felix... I’m sorry... This isn’t me... This isn’t what I want...’

But her body continued to heat up under Andrey’s patient, relentless touch.

Andrey’s touch became more deliberate, more teasing.

His hand inside her bra squeezed her full breast more firmly, his fingers rolling and pinching her stiff nipple. At the same time, his other hand slid between her legs, pushing the fabric of her dress aside and stroking her through her already damp white panties.

Lumy’s body jerked. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.

"Nngh...! Don’t... ahn..."

She tried to close her legs, but Andrey’s hand stayed there, rubbing her swollen clit in slow, teasing circles through the thin fabric. The curse made every touch feel electric, sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through her core.

Andrey leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice cold and taunting. "Are you enjoying this, Lumy? Does it feel good?"

"I-I’m not... enjoying this..." Lumy whispered shakily, her voice trembling as she tried to deny it. "This is... just because of the curse... ahhn...!"

But her body betrayed her words. Her hips twitched slightly against his fingers, and more wetness soaked through her panties.

Andrey leaned closer again, his breath hot against her ear as he continued teasing her nipple and rubbing her clit.

"Your body is being very honest though," he murmured. "You’re getting so wet already..."

He slipped his fingers under her panties and directly touched her slick folds, stroking her sensitive entrance before circling her clit again with more pressure.

Lumy’s head fell back against the seat. A louder moan slipped out despite her efforts to hold it in.

"Ahhn! No... don’t say that... I’m not... mmmh—!!"

Her thighs trembled, and her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction. Tears of frustration and pleasure welled up in her eyes.

’Felix... I’m sorry... I’m really sorry... My body... it won’t listen to me...’

Andrey didn’t stop. He kept teasing her slowly, building the pleasure without letting her reach her peak, making her squirm and moan helplessly.

Lumy’s breathing grew more ragged. Her voice cracked as another moan escaped her.

"Ahhn... please... stop teasing... I can’t... I can’t take it..."

But even as she said that, her hips continued to move weakly against his hand, chasing the pleasure she desperately tried to deny.