[✔ Hidden Quest Completed]
Huh!?
["Turn a Partner into an Obsessive Lover"]
[Subject: Aria Valen]
[Result: Success (Overperformance Detected)]
[Rewards Granted:]
• Bonus Experience Points: +500 XP
• Love Meter Unlocked - A hidden emotional metric that measures a target's affection, attachment, and psychological dependence on the host.
Below it, a vertical gauge appeared, shaped almost like a crystalline heart, segmented into clear thresholds:
0–20% — Interest
30-50% — Crush
50–80% — Attachment
100% — Devotion
100%+ — Obsession
250%+ — Irreversible Fixation
• Passive Effect Gained: Devotion Feedback (Unstable)
Elion's breath caught.
Overperformance…?
Before he could process it, the interface shuddered, the calm blue lines flashing, then snapping into a sharp crimson overlay.
A needle trembled for half a second—
Then slammed upward.
Straight past every marked boundary.
⚠⚠⚠ CRITICAL ALERT ⚠⚠⚠
LOVE METER — REAL-TIME READING!!!
Target: Aria Valen
Affection Level: 300%
Status: ABNORMAL
Risk Assessment: HIGH
Emotional Attachment has exceeded safe parameters.
Possessive Tendencies Detected.
Obsession Index: RISING
⚠ Recommended Action: Monitor Closely
⚠ System Note: User influence has reached irreversible thresholds
What the fuck—
The heart-shaped gauge fractured with glowing cracks, red light spilling through the seams as if the interface itself were under strain.
[Status Assessment]Emotional Dependency: MAXIMUMRational Inhibition: SEVERELY DEGRADEDPriority Reassignment: YOU
A cold shiver crawled down Elion's spine.
A cold shiver ran down Elion's spine, sharp enough to cut through the haze of warmth and perfume.
Three hundred percent?
That wasn't affection. That was fixation!
Before he could focus further, the interface flickered, attempting to expand—
—but Aria giggled softly.
Before he could even think to pull away from her, Aria chuckled softly, light, delighted, almost musical.
She rose onto her toes and kissed him again, deeper this time, her arms looping around his neck as if claiming familiar territory.
"Mmm," she murmured against his lips, smiling. "You're making that face again. The one you get when you're thinking too much."
[You have levelled up!]
[You have levelled up!]
Elion forced his body to relax, even as his mind raced.
He swallowed, forcing his gaze away from the flickering warnings.
Later, he told himself, pushing the flashing warnings aside. I'll look at it later.
The system dimmed reluctantly, the crimson fading back into nothingness.
Aria pressed her forehead to his, her eyes shining with unmistakable devotion.
"I am yours, and you're mine," she said softly, sweetly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Elion smiled back, steady on the outside.
Inside, something cold and uneasy coiled in his gut.
What have I just triggered?
It was at that moment that he realised he might have miscalculated!
Aria didn't give him time to dwell on it.
She leaned in again, brushing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips, just long enough to steal his breath, then pulled back with a mischievous smile.
Before he could even speak, she did it again, quicker this time, a playful peck that left warmth blooming where her mouth had been.
"Elion," she murmured, her tone light, almost teasing.
Another kiss. And another.
She kept stealing them shamelessly, short, soft, affectionate presses of her lips, like she was afraid that if she stopped for even a second, he might disappear.
Her hands rested against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his clothes, grounding him there.
Elion let out a quiet breath, half a laugh slipping from him despite himself. "Aria… you're relentless."
She tilted her head, eyes sparkling, and kissed the corner of his mouth instead, then his cheek, then back to his lips as if proving a point.
"Of course I am," she said sweetly. "You said I shouldn't question it."
Smack!
Another kiss, slower this time.
Softer. Less teasing, more intent.
Her affection felt… dense.
Heavy in a way that pressed close, wrapped around him, left no space to retreat.
Not suffocating, yet, but unmistakably focused. Like all of her attention had narrowed down to him alone.
Elion's hand lifted almost on its own, resting at her waist, steadying both of them. "Aria," he said gently, trying to anchor the moment, "calm down, will you?"
She paused, noses nearly touching, eyes searching his face with an intensity that made his chest tighten.
"I am," she replied quietly. "I just… want you to remember this feeling. So that even if you are with someone else, all you can think about is me."
Then she smiled again, soft, pleased, and stole one more kiss, brief and tender, before resting her forehead against his.
This time, he made the move to kiss her again; He had to admit the taste of her lips was intoxicating.
"Mmmmmm..."
But, this wasn't the tentative kiss from before; it was hungry, demanding, and full of relief.
Elion met her with equal fervor, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers.
He tasted her desperation, her passion, and he fed it with his own, pouring every ounce of his want for her into the kiss.
Their hands roamed, frantic and clumsy in their haste.
Aria fumbled with the string of his pants while Elion's fingers found the tiny buttons at the front of her nightgown.
With a rough tug, he ripped it open, sending several buttons skittering across the hardwood floor.
Neither of them cared.
They broke apart long enough to shed the rest of their clothing, which were left crumpled on the floor.
Then they were tumbling onto the bed, both with heated gasps.
Elion rolled, positioning himself on top of her, his weight a welcome pressure that pinned her to the mattress.
He looked down at her, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with lust.
His gaze dropped to her chest, to the perfect, rounded globes of her breasts, now bare to his view.
They rose and fell with each ragged breath she took, the pale skin contrasting with her pink, rosy nipples, which were already hardened into tight peaks.
Leaning down, he captured one of those peaks in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.
His hands cupped the soft, fleshy mounds, kneading and massaging them as he feasted.
He felt their weight, their warmth, and marveled at how perfectly they fit in his palms.
"Ahhhh, yes, Elion!" Aria whimpered and writhed beneath him, her thighs rubbing together restlessly as her arousal built. "Suck it harder!"
"You have the most incredible tits," Elion praised, looking up at her with hooded eyes. "I could worship them for hours."
To emphasize his point, he nipped gently at one pert nipple, making Aria cry out sharply.
"Yes!" she panted, her hips bucking upwards instinctively, seeking friction. "Oh god, Elion! Touch me, please!"
Obligingly, one of his hands left her melons and drifted lower, trailing across her quivering stomach until it reached the apex of her thighs.
He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, groaning at the slick heat he found there.
"Soaked already," he noted, his voice rough with approval.
He looked at his fingers. They were wet, glistening with the fluids leaking from her pussy.
He pulled her panties down her legs, a line of her fluids following the fabric, freeing her fat little slit and pink folds from the constraints.
She was soaked.
"Fuck, Aria, you're dripping for me." He circled her clit with lazy, teasing strokes, making her squirm and gasp.
"Mmmmmm. Always," she breathed, her head tossing side to side on the pillow. "Always for you."