After a bit of light chit-chat, Marcus leaned back with a tired smile.
"Lily, bring the dishes out, will you?"
She nodded and headed to the kitchen, hips swaying slightly—something Alex didn't miss, not even half-dead as he was.
Once she was gone, Marcus sighed. "I should wash up a little… still got dirt and blood all over. Make yourself at home, kiddo. Well—ha ha—it's your home technically."
Alex's lips curled. "I will, Marcus. I'll definitely use this place like it's my own house. Thank you for your hospitality."
Marcus blinked. Something about that sounded wrong… like a dog growling behind a smile. But eh, the man did just save his life. It'd be rude to overthink it.
[Ding! One NTR point credited!]
'What the—? When did that happen?'
[Just now, boss. He doubted you for a split second. Not enough for a big score, but a tasty appetizer.]
'You mean I get points just for planting suspicions?'
[Exactly. You're not here to steal women, boss. You're here to rot trust from the inside out. Like emotional termites.]
'That's… disturbingly poetic.'
[Thank you. I practice.]
Alex chuckled and stretched like a cat that owned the place, then sauntered toward the unsuspecting wife who was sure this cocky bastard wouldn't dare—her husband was "right there," after all. Too bad for her, her hubby had already vanished.
He leaned lazily against the kitchen doorframe, eyes devouring Lily and her… assets. That white blouse and brown skirt screamed "homely wife," especially with that apron.
A wife who looked innocent but clearly had some spicy secrets tucked away.
Alex smirked and crept up from behind, pressing close just enough to make her back stiffen.
"Ah, husband, here's the food. Please take it to the table. I've got more dishes coming. Make sure Alex likes it… if he wants seconds, I can whip up more," she said, thinking she was safe.
But the voice that whispered in her ear wasn't her husband's.
"I've already got my eyes on the dish I want to devour, Lily… right here."
He pressed his hands over hers, face sliding over her nape, inhaling that intoxicating scent.
Lily's eyes fluttered shut, breath hitching as his hot lips grazed her neck, each inhale and exhale of his warm breath making her shiver in ways she didn't even know were possible.
"Stop, my husband…nggghhh~"
Even as she protested, her body betrayed her, trembling with this new, forbidden fire. This taboo, messy lust that was slowly consuming her from the inside out.
[Good job, boss, the woman is already under your spell. Seems like she sees you as a bad boy who saves the heroine but punishes her from those cringe romantic smut books made for middle-aged housewives.]
"Is that so? Good. Let me capitalize on that."
Alex blinked, half-amused, half-baffled. There were actually books like that in this world? He had assumed that nonsense existed only back in his own.
But no—apparently, in this world too, a woman's fantasy boiled down to: a bad man with a temper, irresistibly hot, punishing her just enough to drive her wild.
Oh, and naturally, she already had a husband or boyfriend to make it all extra forbidden and spicy.
"If I weren't there for you, your husband would have watched you getting ruined… If I didn't save you, I would have lost you forever."
He breathed it out, slow and deliberate, and it was working. Lily's heartbeat slammed against her chest like a jackhammer.
She was getting wetter and wetter, feeling his hands slither under her arms, slipping inside her apron, cupping her breasts like he owned them.
"Hang~ I- I have a husband…ngg~ StwaaappP~"
"With all this beauty, someone who can't enjoy you shouldn't even be qualified to be a husband," he murmured, smug as hell.
"H-he's a good man," she gasped.
"A good man can't save you from thugs. A good man can't give you this pleasure."
He gently gave her breasts a squeeze—and that was all it took. Lily squirmed like a fish on a hook, pressing her ass harder into his throbbing dick.
"I will scream if you don't let me go now."
"You are going to scream anyway, my dear."
"Ngghh~"
Lily's pussy throbbed at his words. Lust was a fire roaring through her, and there was no putting it out.
Hearing what he was saying, even Alex felt the cringe crawl up his spine.
'Man, what the fuck! Is she actually enjoying this seriously?'
[Boss, you don't know it. Some girls are just too down bad for strong men. Men who aren't afraid to take them even after knowing they have partners. Their fantasy is just too out of the world,] a voice reminded him.
Alex didn't really understand what he was doing, but seeing the way this woman shivered and squirmed, he knew this ridiculous bullshit was somehow working. Man, words really were a mighty weapon.
"I-I am telling you, I will scream now," Lily stammered, panic and excitement tangled in her voice.
"Then I better shut that mouth of yours, baby."
Before Lily could respond, Alex pulled his hands back from her breasts, spun her toward him, and pushed down on her shoulders until she sank to her knees.
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
'Man, look at this bitch, she isn't even resisting.'
Alex smirked, reveling in how easy it was to push her to her knees. She wasn't even trying to run; instead, she stared into his eyes like a terrified little deer caught in front of a ravenous tiger.
'Well, if that's how you want to play, so be it.'
Smirking—at least trying his best to mimic the haughty bad boys from all those ridiculous novels—he whipped out his bazoonga.
It shot from the zipper with a snap and landed right on Lily's face. Her eyes widened, and a shiver ran straight through her body as the thing pulsed and throbbed, demanding her attention like it had a mind of its own.