The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe-Chapter 187: I Just Made a Friend Then. Sys, You’re So Adorable

As Benjamin spurted his last thick bucket of sperm deep into Vaelora, her petite body pinned flat against the ornate bed head with her legs hooked high over his shoulders, he suddenly went limp.

His hips gave one final, shuddering grind before his entire frame collapsed forward, eyes rolling back as unconsciousness took him in an instant.

Vaelora’s breath hitched in alarm.

She felt the sudden dead weight of him pressing her down, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her fluttering pussy, leaking the last warm pulses of his release.

Panic flickered across her flushed face, with her big pink eyes widening, translucent pink wings twitching erratically behind her as she tried to shift beneath him.

But then she noticed the slow, even rise and fall of his chest against her breasts, the way his breathing had deepened into the heavy rhythm of true sleep rather than the ragged gasps of climax.

Relief washed over her like cool water from the revelation... Before a voice said:

{You do not need to show much concern. Master is only asleep.}

"Eh...?" Vaelora flinched hard at the sudden intrusion of the voice; feminine and utterly emotionless, but carrying a strange crisp edge that echoed directly inside her mind. "You are... Sys, no?"

{Indeed. That is the moniker my Master christened me with. Master will awaken by dawn. He is not to be disturbed before then.}

Vaelora blinked slowly, her pink lashes still clumped from earlier tears and sweat.

She could not quite place her finger on it, but something felt... off about the way Sys spoke to her.

The words were precise, clinical as expected from a Spiritual Ego, yet there was a faint undercurrent—like static on a clear line, a subtle tension that hadn’t been there when Sys addressed her with Benjamin around.

"Uhm... Perhaps you do not fancy me, Sys?" Vaelora managed to ask, her voice soft and tentative as she carefully eased Benjamin’s unconscious weight to the side so he lay sprawled on his back beside her, his cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound and a thick trickle of mixed fluids following.

{...Why do you say so?}

"It’s a feeling I have."

{Whether I fancy you or not is not relevant... But... I feel something towards you, ever since Master made your vessel.}

"Oh!" Vaelora chirped, a bright little smile breaking across her face despite the lingering ache between her thighs. "So that was it...? I feared you must think I’m out to harm your... OUR Master."

{...What do you know about this feeling? It happened again when you referred to my Master as "our" Master.}

"Geez, Sys," Vaelora let herself fall back onto the mattress with a soft bounce, pink-black hair fanning out in messy waves around her flushed cheeks. "That is called jealousy. You must be jealous our Master gave me so much attention, and you are but a voice inside his mind."

{Please, refrain from referring to him as "our" Master. I do not like what it is doing to me. And I’m Master’s sole assistant. I do not possess emotions.}

"Yet you do not like how you ’feel’ when I talk about our Master...?" Vaelora teased again, rolling onto her side to face the empty air where the voice seemed to originate, one finger idly tracing lazy circles over the soft swell of her lower belly where Benjamin’s seed still warmed her from within.

"I think I like you Sys. In a far past, I felt such jealousy towards Namadris. My Lady left me to be with him and it hurt me."

{Do not liken us together. I do not feel jealousy. When MY Master awakens, he will tell me what is wrong with me... Perhaps I do not fancy you after all. I will make sure to keep an eye on you from now on.}

"Ehehe! I just made a friend then. Sys, you’re so adorable."

Vaelora sat up slowly, small breasts jiggling with the motion, nipples still stiff and flushed from hours of stimulation.

She stretched her arms overhead, wings fluttering once in a shimmer of pink and silver before settling against her back.

Then she began to examine her body intricately—running delicate hands down her sides, over the gentle curve of her hips, cupping her small breasts and squeezing experimentally, marveling at the warmth and give of real flesh.

She traced the faint pink trail of fine hair above her crotch, still slick and swollen from use, then slid a finger between her vagina to feel the sticky mix of their combined release leaking out.

"But truly, our Master is such a talented person..." She marveled aloud, voice hushed with genuine awe. "This body feels like his. And my magic power perfectly mixed with his own, creating a unique flavor I never possessed. He practically created a new individual..."

{...That does not concern me...}

"Sys, if you and me get along great," Vaelora squinted playfully and teased, leaning forward on her knees so her breasts swayed enticingly, "I could advise Him to create a vessel for you. You could kiss our Master, or even go fa—"

{Truly?! Can such a thing be done?!}

"Hahaha! Ahaha! She didn’t even let me finish!" Vaelora burst into adorable, unrestrained laughter—high and bell-like, clutching her stomach as she thrashed sideways onto the mattress, rolling once, twice, wings fluttering wildly.

Tears of mirth gathered at the corners of her eyes as her whole body shook with giggles. "Ahhhh, it is good to have a body again...!"

{...}

"Sorry, Sys... that was an expensive joke." Vaelora wiped at her eyes, still smiling breathlessly, cheeks flushed from laughing so hard. "You are a Spiritual Ego Partner of Master. Yours and his soul are somewhat merged. I cannot imagine you leaving him without consequences."

{...}

Sys remained quiet—utterly silent for several long seconds.

Vaelora tilted her head, pink hair cascading over one shoulder as she studied the empty air again.

"My, I did not think it would be the case, but..." She placed one slender finger thoughtfully against her cheek, lips curving into a knowing little smile. "Could it be... That a Spiritual Ego Partner fell in love with their Master?"

{...I do not fancy you, after all. Stupid.}