My Magical Girl System

Chapter 136: Out of Control

The atmosphere in the hotel room had become dangerously heated.

Andrey stood between the two girls, his breathing slightly heavy. Lisa was still pressed against his front, her hands gripping his shirt tightly, while Hope was hugging him from behind. The warmth of their bodies and the alcohol in the air made everything feel hazy.

But even in that moment, one thought kept circling in Andrey’s mind.

’This might be Hope’s first time... If we continue like this, she might regret it later. I can’t let that happen.’

He gently turned his head to look at Hope, who was still clinging to his back.

"Hope..." he said, his voice low and serious despite the situation. "You’re drunk right now. If this is your first time... you might regret it tomorrow. I don’t want you to hate me later."

Hope, whose face was still flushed from the alcohol, slowly lifted her head from his back. She looked at him with hazy golden eyes and gave a small, slightly crooked smile.

"...It’s okay," she mumbled softly. "I’m... fine with it. Really. I’ve thought about it before too, you know..."

She let out a small, sleepy laugh and rested her forehead against his back again.

"But... I’m really sleepy now..."

Before Andrey could say anything else, Hope’s arms loosened around him. Her body slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed. Within seconds, her breathing had become soft and even, she had fallen asleep right there, still half-hugging his leg.

Andrey stared down at her for a moment, a complicated mix of emotions on his face. A small wave of relief washed over him.

’...Thank god. At least she won’t do something she’ll regret.’

He carefully picked Hope up and laid her properly on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. He even pulled the blanket over her. Hope mumbled something incoherent in her sleep and turned to her side, completely out.

But the relief didn’t last long.

Because Lisa was still very much awake.

She was still standing in front of him, her hands never leaving his shirt. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassy, but there was a clear, stubborn glint in them. She had watched Hope fall asleep without saying anything, and now her attention was entirely on Andrey.

"...Hope fell asleep," Lisa said softly, almost whispering. She took a small step closer, pressing her body against his once again. "But I’m still here..."

Her hands slowly moved up his chest until they reached his collar. She looked up at him with a mix of shyness and boldness that only alcohol could bring out.

"Andrey... I don’t want to stop yet."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again, this time slower, deeper than before. Her hands slid up to the back of his neck as she pressed herself fully against him. Unlike Hope’s clumsy kiss earlier, Lisa’s was more deliberate, even if she was drunk.

When she finally pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was quiet but clear.

"It makes me sad that you haven’t been paying attention to me lately," she confessed, her forehead resting against his chest. "So... please don’t push me away too."

She looked up at him again, her eyes slightly teary from the alcohol and emotions.

"Just for tonight... can you stay with me?"

Andrey stood there in silence, one hand still resting on Lisa’s waist while his other hand was clenched into a fist at his side. His self-control was being tested more than ever.

Hope was completely asleep on the bed behind them.

Andrey gently tried to create some distance between himself and Lisa, his voice low but firm.

"Lisa... not here. Hope is sleeping right there. We can’t do this now."

But Lisa didn’t listen. Instead, she pressed herself even closer to him. One of her hands slowly slid down from his chest, tracing along his stomach before boldly cupping the front of his pants. Her eyes widened slightly when she felt how hard he already was.

"...You’re already this hard," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and something darker. Her fingers gently pressed against the bulge in his pants. "But you’re still trying to act like a gentleman..."

Andrey’s breath hitched. He could feel her hand through the fabric, and no matter how much he tried to stay rational, his body was reacting honestly.

Lisa looked up at him with hazy, drunk eyes. A small, slightly teasing smile appeared on her flushed face.

"You booked only one room instead of two..." she said softly, almost accusingly. "You could’ve gotten two rooms if you really didn’t want anything to happen. But you didn’t. So deep down... you were also hoping something would happen tonight, weren’t you?"

She gave his erection a light squeeze through his pants.

"Andrey... you’re actually quite perverted, aren’t you?"

Andrey opened his mouth to explain, to tell her that he only booked one room because he was worried about leaving them alone while drunk, and because he didn’t want to spend too much money on two rooms. But before he could get the words out, Lisa had already moved.

With slightly clumsy but determined hands, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled both his trousers and underwear down in one motion.

His erection sprang free, already hard and standing upright.

Lisa stared at it for a second, her cheeks burning even redder than before. But instead of looking away, she slowly wrapped her small hand around it, feeling its heat and hardness against her palm.

"...See?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly from both alcohol and nervousness. "Your body is being honest..."

She looked up at him again, her eyes glassy but filled with a stubborn kind of desire.

"So stop holding back already..."

Behind them, Hope remained fast asleep on the bed, completely unaware of what was happening just a few steps away. Her soft breathing was the only sound that contrasted with the heavy atmosphere between Andrey and Lisa.

Andrey stood there with his pants down, Lisa’s hand wrapped around his cock, and his mind torn between reason and desire.

The situation had completely slipped out of his control.