Meanwhile, in the next room, Marcus was moving as fast as his frail body could manage.
Sickly, bruised from the thugs, and weakened from all the walking, every step felt like dragging weights tied to his legs.
'Where the hell are they?!'
His mind raced with the thugs' words, echoing like daggers in his skull.
"Hey, old man. Did you know your precious little wife already had her pussy stuffed before this? Hah! Maybe that's why she's leaking through her dress right now."
'No… that can't be…'
Then it hit him—the day Lily made two hundred crowns in a single day, the highest the shop had ever seen, and that mysterious boy who had been around back then. His chest tightened, stomach twisting in dread.
'Grahh! This is bad! I'm losing it!'
'There's no way, right? He's rich, he can have women hotter than Lily, smarter, more elegant… Why her?!'
His hands shook, half from anger, half from fear, as he sped down the hallway, desperate to catch them—but deep down, he feared it might already be too late.
But what Marcus didn't know was that Alex had a very specific addiction—NTR. No partner, no fun. It didn't matter if the woman in question looked like a goddess dipped in chocolate and dipped in fire. No boyfriend, no thrill.
Marcus took a shaky breath, chest puffing out like a paranoid pigeon.
'Relax, Marcus. Calm down. She's probably in the kitchen cooking or dusting or whatever normal people do. Alex is probably… um… taking a polite bath?'
'Yeah… probably… Stop imagining nonsense, stop imagining nonsense—oh god I can't stop imagining nonsense…'
He pinched the bridge of his nose. His paranoia was doing a full gymnastics routine in his brain.
And then it happened.
"Gawk~!"
?!
Marcus' eyes bulged so hard they almost hit the back of his skull. His cheeks went crimson like he'd just walked into a chili pepper convention.
He looked down… and his little brother stirred for absolutely mysterious reasons, as if waving a little flag of chaos at him.
'Wait… what the actual—?! That sound… obscene… it came from the kitchen?!'
Every rational thought collapsed like a house of cards in a hurricane.
His stomach twisted. His legs moved faster than logic could process. He bolted toward the kitchen… and froze.
What Marcus saw made him immediately regret his overactive imagination. Alex and Lily… standing in the kitchen… doing absolutely nothing suspicious.
His brain scrambled to refile all the explicit images it had conjured as "fake news." Marcus let out a long, shaky sigh.
Lily was cooking, her back perfectly turned to him, stirring a pot with such domestic grace it almost made him feel guilty.
Meanwhile, Alex carried a steaming hot pot like a perfectly innocent servant, casually strolling to the dining table.
"Ha! Marcus, you're back! We were just, uh… getting ready for the food. Ha ha ha."
Alex said that too casually. His grin was too wide. His shirt—half untucked. His hair—suspiciously messy.
"I-is that so? I'll help you too," Marcus said, trying his best to sound normal while his left eye twitched.
"Ha, no need, Marcus." Alex winked. "I gave Lily all the help she needed."
There was a tone. A thick, slippery tone, like oil on marble.
Marcus blinked. Lily trembled for a second.
…What did he mean? What did he mean?!
Marcus' brain instantly opened 37 tabs, all buffering different scenarios. His cheeks started glowing like a furnace.
[Ding! One NTR point credited.]
Alex heard it and grinned even wider, grabbing the pot. "Dinner's hot and steamy—just how Lily likes it."
Lily almost choked on air.
Marcus, meanwhile, was running internal diagnostics. "Hot and steamy"? Was he talking about the soup? Or something else hot and steamy that just happened in this kitchen?!
He swallowed hard. "L-Lily, do you need any help?"
Lily turned to him, smiling nervously. "No need, dear. Everything's… sorted out."
?!
Marcus froze. His brain short-circuited. Her jaw… glistened. Like she'd just wiped something off in a hurry. And her apron—oh god, the chest area was soaked. Drool? Water? Holy mother of what?!
Her face was glowing, her body trembling ever so slightly, eyes shiny like she'd seen god—or something close enough.
Marcus's mind: System Error. Reason: Inappropriate Imagination Overload.
He wanted to ask, "What happened here?!" but he couldn't trust his own tone. He'd sound like either a detective or a pervert—possibly both.
Meanwhile, Alex, whistling innocently, leaned back and said, "You should taste it, Marcus. Lily's cooking is… quite satisfying. Took a lot out of her."
Lily coughed violently. "H-Hey! Watch your words!"
Marcus blinked. "Why would the soup take a lot out of her…?"
[Ding! +5 NTR points.]
Marcus sat at the dining table, trying to look composed while his brain was melting like cheese fondue.
He could swear the chair smelled like sweat and perfume — his wife's perfume.
"W-well, let's… let's eat," he said, forcing a smile so stiff it could've cracked glass.
"Of course," Alex said smoothly, sitting right across from him. "I made sure Lily's dish is well-seasoned. She put a lot of effort into… mixing the sauce."
Marcus froze mid–chair pull. "...Mixing?"
"Yeah. She really… stirred it deep this time."
Lily's spoon clattered. "Alex!"
Marcus blinked.
What the hell kind of sauce were they talking about?!
Was this one of those modern recipes? He didn't know anymore.
He looked at Lily again. Her hair was slightly out of place, cheeks red like she just came out of a sauna.
"Lily… you okay? You look a little… flushed."
"Y-yes! It's just the… heat in the kitchen!" she blurted.
"Yeah," Alex said with a knowing grin, "the kitchen got really hot while we were working on… the meat."
Lily's soul visibly left her body for two seconds.
Marcus' hand trembled as he picked up the spoon. "T-the meat?"
Alex nodded casually. "Yep. I was pounding it real good. Gotta tenderize it before you taste it, right?"
Marcus' spoon hit the table.
His heart hit the floor.
His sanity hit the backrooms.
'Tenderizing… meat?! Pounding?!'
His brain was conjuring all the wrong images, all in 4K resolution.
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[Ding! +10 NTR points.]
[....]
Meanwhile, Alex just leaned back with a smug smile hearing all the ding messages in his mind.
Marcus nervously tried the soup. "Mmm… n-not bad. The sauce is… rich."
Alex chuckled. "Oh, it should be. Lily helped… finish it off at the very last second."
Marcus dropped the spoon again. Lily choked on air again.
"W-well!" Marcus said, forcing a laugh that sounded like a dying seal. "As long as everyone… enjoyed cooking together!"
Alex raised his glass. "Oh, believe me, Marcus. I enjoyed it thoroughly."
[Ding! +10 NTR Points. Bonus for verbal psychological domination.]
Lily suddenly jolted, she felt it...his feet was touching her leg. No, not just touching, his feet was slithering up and now it was on her upper thigh...