Gathering Wives with a System

Chapter 117: 101 Reasons To Not Allow Emily A Drink

“Isaac, close your eyes,” she said in a firm voice.

“What?” He blinked, confused.

“Just do it,” she insisted with a playful edge to her tone.

Not thinking much of it, Isaac shrugged and closed his eyes.

A moment later, Emily’s lips pressed against his in a soft and warm kiss.

The kiss slowly turned hungrier. Her tongue sought his with a boldness that caught him off guard.

Emily usually kissed with a gentle sensuality, but this was different. Her lips moved with boldness, drawing him in, and Isaac felt heat spread through his chest.

Her hands slid to his shoulders and her fingers dug in slightly, pulling him closer.

Isaac started to open his eyes, and lifting his hand to hold her, but Emily’s palm pressed over his eyes.

“I told you not to look,” she said, her voice a mix of command and tease. “And don’t move either.”

The darkness was exhilarating. Not seeing her next move heightened every sensation.

Emily’s lips grazed his, then she bit his lower lip lightly, sending a spark through him.

Her mouth trailed to his neck, kissing softly, then nibbling his ear. Isaac’s pulse raced, his body responding to her unpredictable touches. He couldn’t guess what she’d do next, and that uncertainty made it all the more intense.

Then, a voice echoed in his mind. ’Isaac, can you hear me?’

Isaac froze, startled.

It was Emily’s voice inside his head.

He tried to respond, but her lips kept him occupied, the kiss growing hungrier.

Through the haze, he focused, managing to speak telepathically after a few tries.

’How is this happening?’ he asked.

Emily’s lips curved against his. A soft chuckle escaped as she answered telepathically. ’Tirra lets me talk to my bonds this way. Since we’re bonded, we can do it too, as long as she’s in range.’

Isaac wanted to ask how did Tirra come there, but Emily’s kiss deepened. Her tongue teased his, leaving no room for words.

He tried again, pushing through the distraction.

’How is Tirra here?’ he managed.

’She can warp to me,’ replied Emily in a playful mental voice. ’The city’s defenses would’ve blocked her, but since Tirra is a contracted Beast Bond. They let her through.’

Isaac marveled at that, but Emily didn’t give him time to dwell.

Her fingers worked at his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it while her lips trailed down to kiss his collarbone.

’Isaac, use Life Drain,’ she said telepathically.

His blood ran cold.

How did she know about that skill? He nearly opened his eyes, but her hand pressed harder, keeping them covered.

A drunken chuckle escaped her lips, vibrating against his neck.

’Isaac, do you remember how we met?’ she asked.

’Yeah,’ he replied.

’The first time we met, when I was taking your life force, you used Life Drain on me. It surprised me. That’s why I stopped,’ she explained, her mental voice tinged with amusement.

Isaac blinked in surprise.

She remembered that?

He’d thought she was too deep in her trance to notice it back then.

Emily was far more perceptive than he’d realized, catching details he assumed she’d missed.

Her lips brushed his jaw, pulling him back to the moment. He hesitated, weighing the risk.

’Isaac, can’t you do it for me? It’s not like I’ll tell anyone about it,’ she said as she kissed his neck.

He considered his options.

He could say the skill came from his Bloodline or claim he’d bought it from the World System shop. It was a plausible reason.

Finally, he activated Life Drain, keeping it weak.

The effect was immediate.

Emily’s touches—her lips on his neck, her fingers grazing his chest—became impossibly vivid. Each sensation was amplified.

Isaac shuddered. The pleasure was almost too much.

Emily let out a toothy grin, nuzzling closer. Her hand slid lower, moving from his chest to his stomach, then to his belt.

With slow, deliberate movements, she unbuckled it, unzipping his pants. His arousal sprang free, and Emily’s cold hand closed around him.

She didn’t stop kissing him, and her hand moved slowly up and down, teasing him.

Isaac thought her slow movements were due to her inexperience, but something told him he was wrong.

She was doing this on purpose, drawing out every moment.

Her nails grazed him lightly, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. The Life Drain made every touch electric, like her fingers were igniting his skin.

’Emily,’ he managed, his mental voice shaky.

’Shh,’ she replied telepathically. ’Just feel it.’

The pleasure was overwhelming, flooding his senses, but it stayed just shy of the peak.

Isaac’s mind was a haze, caught in the intensity of her touch. He wanted to move, and take control, but Emily’s voice echoed again.

’Don’t move. Just sit there,’ she said telepathically.

Sit there while she teased him like this? Isaac’s instincts screamed to push her down.

He couldn’t understand why she was torturing him, or when she’d become so daring. Doing something this brazen in front of Alice? Emily would never dare to do that.

Then he remembered their first meeting, when Emily’s instincts had driven her to kiss him with the same unrestrained hunger. This was her true self, unfiltered by embarrassment, unleashed by the alcohol and her desire.

Emily’s lips found his neck, leaving soft love bites that sent shivers through him. Her hand kept moving slowly, keeping him teetering on the edge.

Just as the climax built, she stopped.

Isaac’s breath caught as frustration mingled with desire.

She kissed him again and her tongue claimed his. Through her hand, she used Life Drain, pulling a faint thread of vitality from his member.

His climax faded, leaving him aching. Finally, she broke the kiss with a thin string of saliva connecting their lips.

Isaac opened his eyes, meeting her gaze.

“How was that?” asked Emily with a bright, innocent smile despite her actions.

His mind was foggy, torn between the electric pleasure of Life Drain, the heat of her kisses, and the frustration of being left unfinished.

“You… Emily…” He could barely think straight.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, catching Alice’s eyes.

The tips of her ears were red, and her expression was a mix of surprise and something else, embarrassment, maybe.

Emily’s sultry, dominating demeanor had clearly caught her off guard.

Isaac felt his control waver as his frustration bubbled. The urge to move despite Emily’s request was nearly overwhelming.

Then Emily’s voice cut through his thoughts again.

’Isaac, you know when you came back from the raid on the assassin hideout? The reports didn’t match your injuries. Aunty was suspicious, wondering how you healed so fast,’ she said telepathically.

Isaac’s heart skipped.

He had used Life Drain to recover, but of course he had kept it hidden. He never thought they would notice something like that.

He tensed, but Emily continued. ’I covered for you. I told aunty I gave you a healing potion I had before the mission.’

Relief washed over him. He raised a hand, patting her head gently.

’Thank you,’ he replied telepathically.

Emily nuzzled into his hand with a soft smile, but Isaac didn’t miss the glint in her gaze.

’So, I deserve a reward, right? Let me have this as a reward. Don’t move,’ she said in a playful but firm mental voice.

Isaac nodded, still hazy, and unsure of her intentions.

Emily’s smile was bright, almost innocent, but her actions were anything but. Her hand moved again.

Her thumb spread the precum over him with a slow, teasing motion. Then, maintaining eye contact, she lowered her head, and let saliva fall from her lips onto him.

The cool sensation against his heated skin made him harden again instantly.

A low groan escaped his throat. Her gaze was bold, unflinching, as she leaned in to take his lips again.

Her hand resumed its slow, deliberate strokes.

Emily broke the kiss just enough to speak.

“Isaac, Alice taught me how to use my saliva like this. How does it feel? Good, right? It’s like both of us are touching you,” she said.

Isaac’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.

Alice was staring at them. She shook her head quickly, as if denying any involvement.

Inwardly, Alice was stunned. She’d taught Emily about S&M play earlier, thinking Emily wanted to explore Isaac dominating her.

But this? Emily turned out to a lot bolder than Alice gave her credit for. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing!

She was using what she’d learned just an hour ago to take control over Isaac. Alice was relieved she hadn’t shared anything more intense.

Emily giggled, noticing the exchange between Isaac and Alice’s gaze.

Isaac was close to the edge again. Emily’s slow pace was maddening but irresistible. He stayed still, honoring her request, though every instinct urged him to act.

The Life Drain made her touch feel like fire. Just as he neared the peak, her movements slowed to a crawl, then stopped entirely.

Isaac opened his mouth to protest, but Emily’s head lolled against his chest.

She was asleep, nuzzled into his embrace. Her breathing was soft and even.

He stared, stunned. Asleep? Really?

’Should I just push her down?’

The frustrated devil inside him told him that it was Emily’s fault she fell asleep, and she should take the responsibility for her actions.

And the angel inside him said that the devil was right. Besides, Emily wouldn’t refuse him if she was awake.

It was taking him his entire willpower to ignore the devil and the angel who joined hands after Emily left him teetering on the edge.

A soft chuckle broke his daze. He looked up to see Alice’s lips twitching, though her face quickly returned to its usual serious expression.

“Looks like she finally fell asleep. Good for you,” said Alice.

“You’re laughing?” asked Isaac, exasperated. “After this?”

“You look funny.” Alice shrugged, and her eyes returned to the road.

Isaac glanced down at himself, still hard. This wasn’t going away on its own. He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head.

“Alice, pull over somewhere. I need your help.”

Alice met his eyes in the mirror. Her expression shifted to one that of understanding.

“Okay,” she replied, nodding.

She found a quiet parking lot nearby, pulling the jeep into a secluded corner.

Isaac glanced at Emily, still asleep against him, then at Alice.

“This is gonna be quick,” he said, his tone half-joking, half-serious.

“Don’t bet on it,” replied Alice with a teasing edge to her voice.

A fire had been lit in her after watching Isaac and Emily, and she wasn’t planning on letting him go quickly.

Isaac activated the soulbind pendant.

In a flash, the three of them—Isaac, Emily, and Alice—teleported inside the pendant’s inner space, leaving the jeep empty in the parking lot.

They appeared in the familiar master bedroom.

Isaac carried Emily, and gently laid her on the bed. She mumbled something incoherent, nuzzling into the pillow as he pulled a blanket over her. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, making sure she was comfortable.

“Alice, take a bath. I’ll be there in a minute,” said Isaac, glancing at her.

Alice nodded. Her eyes lingered on him before she headed to the bathroom, quiet but expectant.

Isaac watched her go, then turned back to Emily.

She was out cold. Watching her sleep peacefully, he smiled faintly but he vowed to never let her drink again.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind Alice, and he heard the faint sound of water running. His pulse quickened as he imagined her naked figure.

In the bathroom, Alice stood under the showerhead, letting the cool water cascade over her.

The water felt refreshing against her heated skin, which was a result of her Species.

Her heart raced in a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

She had been hoping for this since she saw Isaac and Emily in the car, and Emily’s bold moves. The memory of Isaac’s frustration, left hanging by Emily’s teasing, had only added to her own desire.

The door creaked open.

Alice didn’t move, but her heart jumped.

She heard Isaac’s footsteps as he approached. His arms wrapped around her from behind, his naked body pressing against hers. The contrast of the cool water and his warm skin made her knees weaken. She leaned back, feeling the solid strength of him, their bodies fitting together under the spray.

“Was it really funny, watching me like that?”

Alice noticed his playful tone and felt a flicker of ominous premonition. She shook her head quickly.

“I didn’t teach Emily any of that. I had nothing to do with what she did,” she replied in an earnest voice.

Isaac’s smile remained, but his eyes said he wasn’t convinced.

“Sure,” he said. “Let’s focus on showering for now.”

Alice nodded, but her body was already responding to his closeness.

She’d been aroused since the car, and she was sensitive to his touch already.

When Isaac’s fingers slid between her legs, they moved easily, and her readiness betrayed her stoic expression.

She gasped, her hands gripping his arm for support as his fingers began to move in a slow and expert-like way, as if he knew exactly how to unravel her.

“We should start cleaning from here,” he murmured.

His fingers moved inwards, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Alice’s legs trembled, and her breath hitched as she struggled to stand. She clung to his arm while her back arched from his touch.

Isaac’s other hand cupped her chin, turning her head to meet his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Their tongues tangled. The kiss amplified the sensations below. Alice felt herself climbing, the peak so close she could taste it.

Just as she teetered on the edge, Isaac’s fingers stopped.

“It’s clean. Let’s move to other places,” he said in an infuriatingly calm voice as if he had not doing anything wrong.

Alice’s eyes widened, and surprisingly a frustrated whimper escaped her, but to her dismay he ignored it.

He grabbed the soap, lathering it in his hands, and began rubbing it over her body. His touch was firm, gliding over her shoulders, her back, her stomach, leaving trails of suds.

Every brush of his fingers sent her heart racing, and made her skin tingle.

But he kept it clinical, teasing, refusing to linger where she wanted him most. The deliberate restraint was maddening. Each touch stoked her desire without pushing her further.

“Isaac,” she breathed, her voice shaky with need.

He didn’t respond, just continued soaping her arms, his fingers grazing her sides.

Alice tried to shift, to guide his hands, but Isaac sidestepped her efforts with ease.

A faint smirk played on his lips, making her realize it was his revenge for laughing at him.

She pressed her hips closer to him, trying to entice him, but he remained steadfast.

He moved to her legs, lathering her thighs with the same careful detachment. Her frustration grew. Her body wanted his love, but Isaac was in control, and they both knew it.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she muttered, her voice a mix of irritation and longing.

“What are you talking about?” he replied innocently.

He moved behind her again, his hands sliding up her back, then down to her hips. The water rinsed the soap away, leaving her skin slick and sensitive.

Alice’s breath hitched. Her body was begging for more. She tried once more to make a move, but he acted as if he couldn’t feel anything, and instead he grabbed the soap to clean himself.

“Almost done,” he said, lathering his chest.

Alice glared at him, panting while her body buzzed with unfulfilled desire.

Isaac gave her an innocent smile as he rinsed off under the shower.

“Bath’s done. We can leave,” he announced, shutting off the water.

She snapped out of her daze. Her frustration was at the tipping point.

“That’s it?” she said, glaring at him.

Isaac’s smile was infuriatingly calm, but his eyes betrayed him.

His own arousal was evident, straining against the air, yet he stood there, composed, clearly enjoying her reaction.

The look she gave him—half-anger, half-desire—seemed to soothe him. Her frustration was its own reward.

Alice crossed her arms, perking her chest up.

She had learned so many things, but when it came to it, her mind was too hazy to recall what she needed to do to seduce him.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing a towel and tossing one to her.

She caught it, still glaring, but began drying off.

“You’re gonna pay for this,” she warned, her tone playful despite her irritation.

“Looking forward to it,” he smirked, wrapping the towel around his waist.

They stepped out of the bathroom. The room was quite except for the movement of Emily chest.

Since she was in her physical form right now, she needed to breathe. Isaac glanced at her, making sure she was still asleep, then turned to Alice.

Her flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes made him chuckle, but he kept his distance, knowing she was one spark away from pushing him down.

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