I want to explain that the r18 that I publish is usually intense and more delicious with all the complete fetishes of cuckloading netorase swiming and exibisionist, you will wonder why a story with less r18 affects more than one with the complete r18? It is very simple, moderate stories being more romantic usually have somewhat realistic characters, then I explain it to you when the protagonist shares his partner with another there is no problem if the lover falls in love with his wife but it is usually much better when there is r18, when it is a normal, romantic chapter you usually feel guilty, for example, my protagonist Liam has a girlfriend that he loves to see her with Marcus, it will make him jealous and he will feel weird, so remember that there are differences between moderate content and r18 although it sounds simple where you do not feel guilty and where you feel guilty is the difference, that is why I prefer the adult chapters that I publish because I can combine everything without guilt or feeling worried about the protagonist mc since he himself enjoys it, it is that when there is sex It feels better, but when it's a common story it's usually between kisses and romance that makes it uncomfortable, well that's all I hope you understand my point
The morning light, soft and hesitant, found Liam holding Chloe close in their bed. The air was still, quiet save for the gentle rhythm of their breaths, but a new current of thought was stirring within Liam. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, until her eyes fluttered open.
"Morning, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with a mix of tenderness and something more profound.
Chloe stirred, stretching languidly before nestling deeper into his embrace. "Morning, sleepyhead."
Liam held her tighter, pulling her close enough to feel the warmth of her skin against his. He kissed her lips, a soft, deliberate gesture that was entirely theirs. "Chloe," he began, his voice soft but clear, "we need to talk about... about us, and everything that's been happening."
Chloe's eyes, still hazy with sleep, sharpened, sensing the shift in his tone. "What is it, Liam?"
He took a deep breath, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "The cuckloading... I've enjoyed it, more than I probably let on. The thrill, the watching, the way it made you light up. But there's a part of me that also recognizes it's... it can be a bit of a twisted game. It's only truly enjoyable when it stays within the boundaries of that playful game, you know? When it doesn't cross into... genuine feelings." His voice wavered slightly, a raw honesty coloring his words. A single tear tracked down his cheek, a silent testament to the complex emotions swirling within him.
Chloe's expression softened, her hand rising to cup his face, wiping away his tear. "Oh, Liam," she murmured, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes it felt like... a delicious secret, but I also felt a pull, a little too real for comfort."
With their hearts laid bare, a profound sense of relief washed over them. They held each other tighter, a shared understanding settling deep within their bond. The conversation had opened a new door, clearing the air and allowing their own connection to shine even brighter. They began kissing, slow and deep, appreciating each other in a way that felt renewed, more focused. Chloe's hand stroked his hair, her gaze filled with a sudden, overwhelming realization.
"Liam," she whispered, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, "you know what? You're the most handsome man I've ever seen. Truly. The most handsome in the world. And your kisses... they're the best. Always." Her words were tender, heartfelt, a profound affirmation of her love for him.
Later that morning, the atmosphere in the house shifted once more. Marcus arrived, his usual cheerful self, but a different kind of conversation awaited him. Liam, holding Chloe close, stood by the door, his demeanor firm but kind.
"Marcus," Liam began, his voice calm and steady. "We need to talk about some boundaries. Chloe and I... we've talked, and we've realized that while we enjoy the playful aspects of our dynamic, it needs to be very clear that it's always a game. There can't be any genuine feelings crossing the line, especially for Chloe. She's my beloved girl, and she loves me."
Marcus listened, his usual playful grin softening into a look of serious understanding. He glanced at Chloe, then back at Liam, seeing the deep love and commitment in their eyes. "I understand, guys," Marcus said, his voice sincere. "I really do. I got a little carried away, and I apologize if I made things uncomfortable. You two are amazing together, and I truly value our friendship." He paused, a genuine warmth in his gaze. "Liam, I see it now. Chloe is absolutely yours. No doubt about it."
A sense of immense relief washed over Liam. "Thank you, Marcus," he said, offering a genuine, heartfelt smile. "That means a lot." He put a hand on Marcus's shoulder. "Look, we're still friends, and we'll always support each other. If you behave, and you understand that this is **always just a game**, and that Chloe is **my beloved girl** and she loves me, then... then maybe, sometimes, I'll let you kiss her. But it always has to be clear that it's just for fun, and nothing more. We can't let things overstep those limits."
Marcus nodded, a small, knowing smile returning. "Understood, captain. Game on, game off, no feelings involved. Just fun. And I promise, I'll respect that. Always." He looked at Chloe, offering a warm, friendly smile. "I wish you both all the happiness in the world. You deserve it." With a final, shared glance of understanding, Marcus said his goodbyes, a true friend accepting his place in their unique constellation.
As the door closed, a quiet, almost sacred peace descended upon the house. Liam turned to Chloe, pulling her into a fierce, loving embrace. They kissed, a long, passionate kiss that sealed their renewed commitment to each other, a testament to their honesty and the strength of their bond.
Later, wrapped in the comfort of their bed, semi-naked and entwined, Liam kissed Chloe's forehead. "My love," he murmured, his voice soft with adoration, "we faced that head-on, didn't we? And look at us. Stronger than ever." Chloe giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Exactly. No more awkward vibes, just pure, unadulterated us. Who knew talking it out could be so... liberating?"
"We promised to enjoy life and our freedom, no matter what others think," Liam reminded her, pulling her even closer. "And we just proved we can. Even when society might consider our choices a bit 'unconventional,' the pleasure of being open and playful, while always knowing where our hearts truly lie, is a beautiful thing. We enjoy the pleasure of being open and flirty, but always on our terms, with clear boundaries." He kissed her with tender adoration, a promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and an unbreakable bond, forged anew in honesty and mutual devotion. They were happier and more in love than ever, having faced a challenge and emerged stronger, their open relationship now truly defined by their shared rules and boundless affection.