Reina sat at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at her slippers.
Her face looked calm.
But her insides… were chaos.
The vivid dream from last night clung to her like a second skin. She could still feel the press of his body, the whisper of his breath. The guilt in her chest mixed with something far worse—craving.
She shook her head sharply.
"No. Absolutely not."
Her fingers tightened on the blanket. She stood, adjusted her nightgown, and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. When she looked in the mirror, her reflection looked... different.
Was that color in her cheeks?
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By the time she stepped out of the guest room, the morning sun had filled the house with warmth. Aya was in the kitchen, humming softly as she made breakfast. Rikuto was beside her, helping prepare the plates.
He turned when Reina entered.
Their eyes met.
And she immediately looked away.
"I—I should go," she said too quickly. "I have work."
Aya blinked. "But you just got here last night. Stay for breakfast at least—"
"No. I… I have meetings. Important ones."
She didn't even make eye contact with Rikuto as she walked to the door, slipping on her heels in a hurry.
Rikuto smirked to himself as the door clicked shut behind her.
> [System Notification: Target "Reina Hoshino" has entered Avoidance State]
Desire: 36%
Affection: 12%
Mood: Disturbed
Next Window: Triggered when she's alone again.
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Back in the kitchen, Aya tilted her head. "That was weird. She didn't even take coffee."
"Maybe she had a strange dream," Rikuto said under his breath.
"What?"
"Nothing," he smiled.
Aya laughed softly, brushing a hand through her hair.
The kitchen was filled with golden light.
Aya stood barefoot, her petite frame adorned in an oversized t-shirt that draped just below her hips. Her enhanced figure — the gift from the system's "wife transformation" — had blossomed into pure temptation: soft curves, tender thighs, and a bounce to her every movement.
She leaned slightly over the counter to reach for the plates, completely unaware of the man behind her whose gaze burned with hunger.
Rikuto moved like a shadow, slipping behind her, his palms gliding onto her waist as his body pressed into her from behind.
She gasped softly. "R-Rikuto?"
His voice was low, almost animal. "You're not getting away from me today."
She turned, looking up at him — and froze.
His eyes were different now.
Not cold.
Not gentle.
Dominant. Fierce. Starving.
Before she could respond, his lips crashed onto hers, claiming her mouth with a fire that melted her knees. His hands roamed her body like he owned every inch — sliding up under her shirt, cupping her soft peaks, thumbs brushing over her stiffening tips.
"Mmh—" she whimpered into the kiss. "T-The stove is still on…"
"I'll eat you first."
He swept her off her feet and lifted her onto the counter like she weighed nothing. She squealed softly, her thighs parting naturally as he stood between them.
His hand slid down, between her legs — fingers pressing over the fabric of her thin cotton shorts.
"Soaked already?" he smirked.
"Don't say that…" she blushed, trying to cover her face.
But he was already tugging the shorts down.
Revealing her glistening folds, pink and needy, her warmth spilling freely.
He knelt before her.
"Wait, d-don't lick me down th—ahhh!"
His tongue dragged through her wet petals slowly, savoring her like dessert. He flicked, teased, then circled that sensitive bud, making her thighs tremble violently.
"Rikuto—ah! Don't—so much—" she whimpered, arching her back as her moans spilled freely into the morning air.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, shaking.
When his tongue dipped inside her cave, she nearly screamed, clutching his head as her body exploded in heat.
And he didn't stop.
He drank from her like a man starved — until her body trembled with aftershocks and she collapsed against the kitchen cabinet, panting.
But he wasn't done.
He stood, his dragon fully awakened beneath his pants.
Aya's eyes widened. "It's… that big now?"
He pulled his pants down and let his thick length spring free — heavy, veined, throbbing.
"All yours," he said.
She bit her lip, nodding shyly.
He slid it between her folds slowly, teasing her entrance, letting her feel his girth stretch her open inch by inch.
"Ghh—s-so full…" she whimpered, her arms wrapping around his neck as he buried himself to the hilt inside her cave.
Her walls clenched around him, her nectar coating his dragon in wet heat.
He started to move.
Slowly at first — letting her feel every ridge, every vein — then faster, stronger. Their bodies collided in rhythm, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing with her cries.
"Mhh! More—deeper!"
He lifted one leg onto his shoulder, angling deeper. Her moans turned into helpless squeals as he hit the deepest parts of her.
"You like being filled by your husband?" he growled.
"Yes! I love it! F-Fill me, Rikuto!"
He bent over her, took her stiff peak into his mouth, and sucked as his thrusts grew erratic.
Then he pulled her off the counter.
Bent her over the dining table.
Aya gasped as he entered her from behind — deeper, rougher, his hands gripping her hips as she moaned like a sinful angel.
"Ahh! R-Rikuto—don't stop—!"
"I won't."
He reached around, fingers brushing her bud again as she clenched hard around him.
"I'm coming—!"
Her body shook as another orgasm crashed through her — wetness flooding, thighs quivering.
Rikuto groaned, his pace wild now.
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep and erupted inside her — warmth flooding her womb as they both collapsed into trembling silence.
---
Minutes passed.
Aya lay across the table, body marked by love, hair wild, breathing ragged. Rikuto sat beside her, kissing her shoulders, whispering:
"You're beautiful, Aya."
She smiled weakly. "I'm ruined…"
"You're just getting started."
She turned to him, eyes dazed, heart full.
"I love you, Rikuto."
He brushed a kiss on her forehead. "And I'm never letting you go."