Gathering Wives with a System-Chapter 103: Alice Guides Emily, Emily’s Hidden Nature

Isaac woke slowly in the morning. He could hear a voice inside his head.

Affection: Alice Calloway (99), Emily Warren (99)

*Please Note: Emily Warren’s affection is in danger of falling. She is beginning to think she is inadequate for you.

’What the hell is this thing saying?’ he thought while trying to wake up fully.

Last night was a blur for him.

He had been too insatiable, and Alice had borne the brunt of it. Her Physique allowed her to keep pace with him as he fucked her hard until they were both spent.

It had saved Emily, since her fragile form wouldn’t have handled that intensity. Her stats were lower, her body less durable, and he’d been too far gone to hold back.

His thoughts lingered on that as a warm, wet sensation below his waist pulled him fully awake.

He blinked, propping himself up on his elbows, and a low groan escaped his throat as he looked down.

Emily was between his legs, and her lips were wrapped around him.

She didn’t notice he was awake.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed in concentration as she bobbed her head, sucking and licking with an awkward intensity.

She was trying her best. Her small hands gripped his thighs, but it was... sloppy. Wet, messy, all effort and no finesse.

She gagged slightly, pulling back to catch her breath. A thin string of saliva connected her lips to him before she dove back in, undeterred.

"Emily..." he murmured, voice rough from sleep, still processing the scene.

Hers wasn’t like Alice’s blowjobs, which were masterclass.

Emily was out of her depth here, but her desperation, the way she kept going despite her lack of skill, was oddly endearing.

He could feel the cold of her ghostly lips, which were a stark contrast to the heat he’d drowned in last night with Alice.

Isaac’s hand drifted to Emily’s head. His fingers threaded gently through her hair, encouraging her to keep going.

"Did you wake up early to do this?" he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Emily pulled off with a gasp. Her face was flushed despite her ghostly pallor.

"You... you liked it when Alice did this, so I thought I’d try. I wanted to make you feel good." The blush on her face was undeniable.

He caressed her hair in response. She leaned towards his hand with a smile.

Finally, Alice moved, no longer faking sleep while Emily blowed him.

Her dark red eyes glinted hungrily as she leaned in for a kiss.

Unlike when she gave him a head, kissing was still awkward for her, but Alice’s relestless tongue made it intoxicating.

Isaac groaned. His free hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Her skin felt hot against his touch in contrast to Emily’s cold, and the duality was already driving him wild.

Emily watched them for a second before she went back to work. Her lips wrapped around him again, colder now, more desperate.

She sucked harder, her tongue flicking erratically, and though it wasn’t enough to push him over, the effort kept him on edge.

His hand stayed in her hair, while his other arm tightened around Alice, holding her close as their kiss deepened.

The base of Alice’s horns brushed his forehead, and her red eyes remained half-lidded but piercing. He could feel the heat from her Physique seeping into him, grounding him even as Emily’s cold touch pulled him in another direction.

The contrast was maddening. Emily’s cold and icy fumbling mouth below, and Alice’s searing, inexperienced kiss above.

He was caught between them.

His instincts flared again, and a voice inside him told him to take more, and to lose himself in both.

Emily gagged, pulling off to catch her breath. Her cold fingers brushed his base as she tried again.

Alice broke the kiss, her lips hovering just above his.

She turned to looked at the struggling Emily.

Then Alice moved, sliding down the bed.

She nudged Emily aside. "I’ll tell you how to do it. Do what I tell you to."

Emily was a bit surprised, but she nodded nonetheless.

"Use your saliva first," Alice ordered.

Emily hesitated, then leaned forward, her lips parting as she let a slow, deliberate stream of saliva drip onto Isaac’s cock.

The cold slickness made him twitch.

Alice’s eyes glinted with mischief, and her cold demeanor was nowhere to be seen. She felt a strange pleasure in corrupting the innocent and pure Emily.

"Now, watch closely."

Allice wrapped her hands around him. Her warm fingers spread Emily’s spit, lubing him up with slow, deliberate strokes.

Isaac groaned, his head tipping back.

The heat of Alice’s hands was a stark contrast to Emily’s cold saliva that was on his member.

Her grip was firm, and her fingers glided over him with a rhythm that was already driving him wild.

She worked him for a moment, her hands sliding from base to tip, then she leaned in. Her tongue flicked out to tease the head of his cock, tracing the sensitive ridge with a warmth that made him shudder.

"Fuck, Alice," he muttered, barely stopping himself from grabbing her horns and violating her mouth.

Emily leaned closer. Her cold breath ghosted over his skin, and her eyes remained fixed on Alice’s movements.

Alice’s tongue swirled, teasing the tip, while her hands massaged his balls.

Her lips brushed lightly against his base before she pulled back, glancing at Emily.

"After you use your spit to make it wet, use your hands," she said. "Then this."

Her tongue lapped at the head with a heat that sent sparks through him.

Emily nodded. Her cold fingers brushed Isaac’s thigh, tentative but eager to learn.

Isaac wished she was this eager to learn during the actual classes, but this was not bad either.

"Like... that?" Emily murmured. She almost seemed to rever Alice’s masterful movements.

Alice didn’t answer. She just took him into her mouth, lips closing around the tip before sliding down, taking him deep in one smooth, practiced motion.

Isaac groaned. He twitched as her warm, tight mouth worked him over with her tongue pressing against him with devastating skill.

Her red eyes flicked up, meeting his, in a cold but smug manner, and her horns glinted as she bobbed her head, slow and deliberate.

"Watch her, Emily," Isaac said in a strained voice. The devil inside him found pleasure in making her watch Alice obscene movements as she gave him a head.

Both Alice and Isaac could not stop themselves from corrupting Emily.

His hand guided Emily closer, and her cold cheek brushed his thigh.

Alice pulled off slightly, her lips glistening, and nodded at Emily.

"Now, you try it."

Emily leaned in.

Her cold lips brushed the side of his cock, and she tried her best.

After a while Emily gagged and pulled back.

"Don’t worry. You are doing good for your first time. Just keep practicing and you’ll do good," Alice said as her mouth took him deep again, while Emily kissed and licked at his base.

Her cold tongue darted erratically, missing the mark but trying so hard it kept him on edge.

Isaac’s head tipped back. His breathing turned ragged as they worked together, their mouths overlapping in a chaotic, overwhelming dance of pleasure.

As he watched them closely, Inspect activated by mistake.

[Status (Emily): Hopes that this is pleasuring for you. She doesn’t want a repeat of last night, where she couldn’t handle you and gave you to Alice for almost the entirety of night. Somehow, she finds staring at your eyes while you look down on her pleasing.]

[Status (Alice): Horny, wants you to rattle her insides like last night. While giving you head, she thinks it was a good job she practiced with toys since you clearly look pleased.]

Isaac noticed Emily’s status.

’So she does feel jealous. She just doesn’t show it.’

He remembered the system warning about Emily’s affection falling as she felt she was inadequate for him.

After her awakening, Isaac had quickly surpassed her, then Alice came and showed much greater potential than her, and now during the night she could not even make Isaac finish a single round due to the difference in their stats.

Her inner emotions were in turmoil.

’I thought I did a good work of hiding that Emily can’t keep up due to her low stats, but I guess her intuition told her everything.’

He caressed her head. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand and a sense of happiness.

[Status 2 (Emily): Happy]

Isaac smiled and decided to later shower her with enough love that she didn’t feel inadequate anymore.

Then, he looked at Alice’s status.

’She used toys to practice? This girl is really...’

A chuckle escaped him despite the heat flooding his system.

Suddenly, a memory came back to him.

Alice, days back, mentioned she had learned "every household task" but she never revealed why she, the official heir, bothered to learn the menial tasks.

Now it hit him: she’d been preparing for him. She practiced, learnt, trained, all to please him.

It was such a cute gesture, so quietly devoted, that it warmed him in a way that didn’t match the moment—Alice taking him while Emily kissed and sucked his balls.

While his heart was warmed at their inner thoughts, he wanted nothing more than to ravage them at the moment.

"Alice, I’m gonna—" he warned, but Alice didn’t pull off, just hummed. The vibrations of her throat sent him over the edge.

He came hard, pulling out at the last second, spilling across their faces, marking them both.

Emily flinched when the mark hit her face, while Alice opened her mouth and rolled her tongue out as if showing him the target to aim for.

Her red eyes met his, and they held undeniable smugness.

Emily wiped her flushed face. Alice leaned forward, and licked him clean before turning to Emily. "Always clean up after the end. It will do this."

She grabbed Isaac’s cock that was already back to rock hardness.

Isaac caught his breath, propped on his elbows, still reeling from the intensity.

But before he could say anything, Emily moved.

She climbed over him with a sudden, fierce determination, straddling his hips. Her cold thighs pressed against his skin, sending a shiver through him.

Her plantinum hair fell around her face as she looked down at him, eyes burning with resolve and lust.

"Isaac," she said, voice steady but trembling with emotion. "I want to do it like Alice too."

Isaac blinked, confused, his mind still hazy from the orgasm. "What? Emily, what are you—"

"You’re holding back," she cut in, leaning closer. Her cold hands braced on his chest. "Because you’re afraid of hurting me, right? Don’t say that’s not true. I saw how you were with Alice last night."

"Emily, that’s not—"

"I feel... like I’m not enough for you, Isaac." Her voice cracked, and it hit him like a punch.

She’d seen him handle Alice roughly while he remained intoxicated. It made her realize he had never been true with her.

Knowing her partner didn’t feel pleasure with her was like a gut wrenching punch.

Isaac opened his mouth to speak, but she acted first.

She activated Life Drain with lowered intensity. A tingling warmth spread where her skin touched him, pulling at his life force, and she shuddered, her breath hitching.

"There," she whispered, leaning over him as she was unable to maintain her balance. "Now I can heal from however hard you handle me."

The sensation was intoxicating for her. Isaac’s touch, amplified by Life Drain, felt like it was sinking into her bones, drawing her out and lighting her up at the same time.

Her eyes fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her lips as she leaned into him.

"Why didn’t I try this before?" she murmured, almost to herself, her hands sliding up his chest, the drain intensifying just enough to make her and his head spin.

Isaac’s hands settled on her hips, feeling the ghostly chill of her skin.

His instincts were roaring at him to let go of all restraints, but he didn’t move instantly.

He wanted to refuse her.

However, he also knew she loved him, and she wanted to feel needed by him. Holding back would only hurt her more.

"Alright," he said. "But tell me if it hurts."

Her eyes lit up in a mix of fear and excitement, and she nodded, bracing herself. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

He didn’t give her time to rethink. He grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly before thrusting up into her, deep and hard, filling her in one brutal motion.

"Angh!" her voice came out like a mix of a sob and a moan, and her cold walls clenched around him tightly, shuddering with his every move.

Life Drain amplified the pleasure, masking the pain.

Emily’s moans became louder when he thrust harder. Tears streamed as she clung to him, and her nails dug into his shoulders.

He leaned towards her to bite her neck, leaving a mark.

"Aah~~ Aah~~ Isaac~~ I love you~~" she gasped, her voice breaking as he moved her harder.

His hands guided her hips, slamming her down to meet each thrust. Her walls clenched with every relentless drive as her body shook under the onslaught.

Alice watched from the side. Her fingers moved between her legs, matching Isaac’s thrust.

Isaac changed the position.

He laid Emily on the bed, and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while his other hand slid down to spread her thighs.

Life Drain was still active. It made every touch of his electric.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he said, barely holding himself back, giving her one last out.

"Don’t hold back," she repeated, her voice a desperate plea, her hips arching toward him. "Please, Isaac."

He felt the last restraints stopping him snap. He thrust into her, hard and deep, burying himself in one stroke.

Emily cried out, her back bowing off the bed. Her cold walls clenched around him harder than before as he started moving.

Her moans filled the room.

"So~~ good~~" she choked out, her voice breaking as Life Drain pulsed harder. The pleasure was overwhelming her.

She was in heaven. Her shy demeanor was gone, replaced by a wild, desperate need as Isaac’s domineering side took over.

She was lost in it. Her eyes became glassy, and mouth open as she gasped his name.

The drain was making her dizzy. The mix of his powerful thrusts and the intoxicating pull of his life force pushed her to the edge.

She felt like she might go insane. The sensation too much, too perfect, and she didn’t care for the pain.

She wanted more.

She wanted him to break her.

"Harder, Isaac! Do it harder!"

He complied. Her walls clamped down on him like a vise grip, refusing to let him go, but her love juices allowed his cock to move as if it was sliding inside-out of her.

Suddenly, Emily’s body jerked, and a deep wave of pleasure rolled over her. She froze, basking in the sense of fulfillment.

But Isaac was far from done.

He pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach with a rough tug. She gasped as her head got buried in the pillow.

He raised her ass up, and thrust back in, deeper, harder.

The angle was brutal with each ram slamming her forward.

Her moans were barely muffled by the pillow as he fucked her into the bed.

Life Drain worked non-stop, healing the strain, letting her take it, and it was driving her wild. She couldn’t understand if she wanted pleasure to increase, or the pain.

Isaac ignored her cries and moans.

His one hand gripped her hip, and the other pressed down on her neck tightly, keeping her pinned.

Despite his tight grip, she didn’t complain, and instead raised her ass higher, and grinded against him.

She screamed his name into the pillow, her climax hitting hard again. Her body shook under the effect of Life Drain, but her mind was too muddled and addicted to even think of stopping the skill.

"Emily—" he groaned, slamming into her one last time, spilling his seeds.

She shuddered, her climax chasing his. Her body trembled as Life Drain drained the seeds, leaving her a panting, broken mess.

He pulled out, watching the contents spill from her.

Until last night, Isaac had been insistent on using a protection. But he caved in after Alice ’suggested’ that Emily could just use Life Drain on the sperm to remove any chance of unwanted pregnancy.

Unaware of his thoughts, Emily stayed face-down with her head buried in the pillow. Her hips twitched as she gasped for air.

Noticing her state filled him with contentment, and despite being drained of his life force for the last few minutes, he was not tired at all.

Alice finally moved. She hugged him from behind, her boobs pressing on his back and her hands stroked him .

She kissed his shoulder and neck as her gaze lingered on the barely- conscious Emily. She gulped inaudibly. She wanted to experience that pleasure too. Emily’s moan and screams wouldn’t leave her mind.

Her hands stroked him faster.

But she stopped just before his climax hit.

When Isaac turned, he noticed Alice spreading her legs open. He complied and did her brutally, just as he had Emily.

Each snap of his hips drove her down pits of pleasure. Alice took it all, her heat matching his, her moans low and restrained, her nails digging into his skin as she rocked against him.

They went multiple rounds, time blurring as the morning stretched on.

Thankfully, he’d woken early, and had free time before he needed to harvest the crops.

He took Alice and Emily in every position—on their back, their legs over his shoulders; then flipping them onto her knees, ramming them from behind until they were shuddering, and their walls were painted white.

When they finally finished, Alice collapsed beside Emily, her chest heaving, her horns resting against the pillow.

Isaac caught his breath, sated for now.

Emily was barely conscious. Her gasps softened into shallow breaths as she curled into the sheets.

Alice’s red eyes were half-lidded, and she glanced at him with softness.

He felt a surge of affection for both—Emily’s desperate love, Alice’s quiet devotion—and knew he couldn’t leave them in the messy state.

"Don’t sleep now. C’mon," he said in a gentle voice, sliding off the bed and helping Emily sit up.

She blinked, dazed, her cold hand trembling in his as he guided her to the small bathroom along with Alice.

"Let’s clean you up."

She nodded, allowing him to run a warm cloth over her skin, washing away the sweat and mark of their morning.

Alice followed silently. She stood beside him, and waited for him wipe her down too. As he did that, she closed her eyes, asking for a kiss.

Isaac smiled and leaned in.

"Me too," Emily said, barely awake. Isaac gave her a peck.

Once they were clean, he helped them back to bed, tucking the sheets around them.

Emily mumbled something incoherent, already drifting off. Her cold hand brushed his wrist as she tried to make him stay with her.

He gently pried her off.

Then, he looked towards Alice who remained wide awake. "Sleep. We still have time before the morning."

She nodded, and pulled the sheets over her.

’Yeah, she definitely isn’t sleeping if she is doing that with those horns.’

Isaac chuckled. Just as he was about to leave the room, a screen popped up before him.

[One of your wife’s affection for you has reached...]