Chapter 507: Chapter 507

Indicfrelation. That was the name of the game... the race these goddesses were in. The one with the highest points or whatever gets the prize, though the nature of that prize was still a mystery to me. All I knew was that I was one of Mana’s subjects—the most powerful goddess She already had one subject. And now? She had me.

"What are you thinking?" Jasmine asked, nudging me with her elbow. "You seem lost."

"Huh? Oh... nothing," I lied, shifting my weight.

We were all lounging in the living room, the atmosphere thick with the lazy energy of a slow day. Jasmine was sitting next to me on the double couch. To my left, Minne was sprawled out, a cold compress resting on her forehead. She looked pale but was clearly on the mend. Tessa had set up a small foldable table in front of her, topped with a steaming mug of herbal tea she’d specially prepared.

To my right, Kim and Tessa were sharing the larger couch. Kim had her legs up on the coffee table, her eyes darting between her phone and the movie screen. Tessa was leaning into Kim’s shoulder, her feet dangling off the edge, moving them in a slow, hypnotic sway as she watched the film.

Behind us, the sound of rhythmic breathing filled the air. Nala was mid-set, doing squats in her tight gym gear. She was obsessed with getting an ass that rivaled Kayla’s, following the same workout app Kayla had recommended. Her face was flushed, sweat beading on her forehead; she was clearly hitting her limit now.

"This movie is boring..." Kim muttered, not looking up from her screen. "I told you guys to watch a horror movie instead."

"Hey, war movies are good," Tessa countered. "Besides, we already watched like tons of horror movies this week. My nerves need a break."

"I think it’s mid," Nala gasped out between reps. "But I like the action. It keeps me moving."

"Well, I don’t like it," Kim grumbled. "Should we just change it?"

"It’ll end in ten minutes, girl," Nala said, finally standing straight and wiping her brow. "Chill. Just wait."

"Ugh, what’s the time?" Minne asked, her voice low and scratchy from the fever.

"I set the alarm for your next Ibuprofen, Minne," Tessa said softly. "Don’t worry about a thing. Just rest."

"Mm..."

Jasmine suddenly shifted, getting lazier. She leaned back against the opposite armrest of the couch, stretching her long legs out until her feet rested directly in my lap. I felt her toes press against my crotch, and then, with a playful smirk, she began rubbing me through the denim of my pants.

The girls didn’t even blink. They were so used to the casual intimacy of the house that it barely registered as a distraction from the movie.

She wasn’t wearing socks, and her skin felt cool against my palms as I absent-mindedly began to massage her arches. I squeezed her thighs casually, my fingers digging into the firm muscle she’d been working on lately. Jasmine didn’t even look away from the screen; she just let out a tiny, satisfied hum and adjusted her weight, spreading her legs a bit wider so her right foot could slide directly over my fly.

"You’re actually watching this?" I muttered, my thumb tracing the ball of her foot. "The plot is basically just guys running toward landmines."

"It’s mindless," Jasmine replied, her voice low and sleepy. "Sometimes that’s exactly what I need after a week of dealing with the board of directors. Besides, the cinematography is decent."

As she spoke, she started to move. It was a lazy, slow-motion kind of friction. She used her heel to press down on the base of my cock, while her toes curled over the top, finding the shape of me through the denim of my pants. I felt my pulse jump, a familiar heat starting to stir in my gut. I didn’t say anything; I just shifted my hips to give her better access, my hands moving to her ankles to steady her.

"Speaking of work," Kim said from behind the couch, her voice slightly breathless as she finished her last set of lunges. "Did you actually sign off on that new server rack for the tech guys? They’ve been pestering me about it since Wednesday."

Jasmine didn’t stop her foot. If anything, she tightened her grip, her toes pinching the head of my dick through the fabric.

Nala laughed, grabbing her water bottle. "I did. Tell them it’ll be there by Tuesday. If they complain about the wait, tell them to go buy their own equipment and see how fast it gets delivered in a blizzard."

I reached down and unzipped my fly, the sound of the metal teeth clicking open lost under the sound of an on-screen mortar strike. I slid my boxers down, and my cock sprang free, pulsing in the cool air of the room. Jasmine’s eyes flickered toward my lap for a split second, a wicked little smirk touching her lips, before she went right back to staring at the TV.

She slid her bare sole directly onto my skin. The difference was incredible—the slightly cool, soft skin of her foot meeting the hot, sensitive length of my shaft. I let out a jagged breath, my head hitting the back of the couch.

"God, Jas," I whispered. "That feels fucking amazing."

"I know," she murmured, her foot starting to slide in a long, wet-sounding motion.

The rest of the girls were just as relaxed. Kim was still on the other couch, her legs kicked up on the coffee table. She was scrolling through her phone, occasionally tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. Tessa was leaning against her, her eyes half-closed as she watched the movie.

"Evan, stop squirming," Tessa teased, not even looking over. "You’re making the couch shake. Some of us are trying to enjoy the heroic sacrifices of the third infantry."

"I’m trying," I gasped, my fingers digging into Jasmine’s calves. "Tell your friend here to stop being so good at this."

"Not a chance," Jasmine said. She used her big toe and the one next to it to grip the rim of my head, tugging upward before sliding her entire foot back down to the base. She was putting some real weight into it now, using the strength in her legs to really squeeze me.

"So," Kim said, finally putting her phone down. "Are we actually going to that dinner thing on Monday? Or are we ’working late’ again?"

"We’re going," Nala said, her breathing starting to get a little heavier as she focused on the friction she was creating. "I need the networking. But we’re leaving by nine. I don’t have the patience for the open bar crowd this time."

"Good," Tessa chimed in, now sitting on the floor and stretching her quads. "I’m exhausted just thinking about it. These workouts are killing me."

"You’re the one who wanted a fat ass like Kayla’s," Kim pointed out with a grin. "No pain, no gain, honey."

"Me? Hey, this boss-lady’s the one who is doing squads right now, not me!"