The stew stewed between them. Alden began eating his stew and talking casually, as Eleanor sat across from Kyle.
At first glance, everything seemed normal.
But Kyle noticed the details.
Her cheeks were slightly red as she moved a little nervously on her seat. Her fingers were pressing hard on her spoon.
Her gaze lingered on the stew a moment too long, as if her mind were elsewhere.
Kyle opened her status screen.
[Name: Eleanor]
[Strength: 4 | Intelligence: 9 | Endurance: 5 | Agility: 6 | Mana: 0]
[Affection: 24%]
His lips twitched slightly. `Her affection... The massage raised her affection more than I expected.`
He turned his gaze to Alden and revealed his status screen.
[Name: Alden]
[Strength: 6 | Intelligence: 8 | Endurance: 9 | Agility: 4 | Mana: 0]
[Affection: 17%]
`Even Alden's affection grew a little... Not much, but enough.` He smiled.
Alden frowned a little. "You all right, love? You seem a bit distant today."
Eleanor flinched, as if his voice had pulled her back from somewhere else.
"I'm... I'm okay." She forced a smile. "Just... tired."
Kyle leaned back casually. "She's been tense since this morning. I gave her a little massage earlier."
Eleanor trembled as she remembered the "massage."
Alden laughed warmly. "Is that so? I had no idea you were that talented."
"Y-yes," Eleanor added quickly, avoiding Kyle's eyes. "He was... surprisingly good."
He chuckled. "I just did what I could."
Kyle noticed that her cheeks had become redder.
The effect was constant—not overwhelming, yet impossible to ignore.
As the meal went on, Kyle naturally guided the conversation, asking about the village, hunting routes and other small things to keep Alden engaged.
Then, as if it were just another idle thought—
"So, how long have you two been married?"
Aldeen's face soften. "Hmm... It must be over ten years now."
Eleanor nodded. "Time moves faster than you expect."
"Over ten years?" Kyle tilted his head. "Then... do you have children?"
The room went quiet.
Alden's smile faded slightly. "No... unfortunately."
Eleanor lowered her gaze. "We were never blessed with any."
With his gaze, Kyle followed the curve of Eleanor's lower belly, imagining her hips arched, her thighs shaking and his sperm leaking from the place where Alden's tries had failed.
`Never blessed with children? Don't worry.` He suppressed a smirk. `I'll make sure to pump your pussy full... Until it drips down your legs.`
Then he sighed sympathetically․ "That's․․․ unfortunate․"
Eleanor's face flushed, and her breathing quickened, and the points of her nipples pressed against the bodice of the dress․ It was clear that she was finished․
Kyle watched her hands shake and tried to be as still and quiet as possible․
Suddenly, Eleanor rose from her chair․ "I-I need some air․"
Kyle watched her go—the sway of her ass, her faltering steps, the way her hand slid down to her lower belly as if to soothe an ache.
He didn't say anything more, but his smile grew wider.
***
The moonlight was coming through the curtains across the bed. Eleanor was laying and curled, in the sheets.
Alden was lying beside her, his back to her and asleep already.
Eleanor stared at the ceiling, her legs was moving restless beneath the thin sheets. She wore no bra, only a sheer nightgown and thin underwear that covered her wet pussy.
`W-why does my body feel so hot?`
She had squeezed her thighs together, apart again․ Nothing chased away the tingling, the pinching․
It was hours after the massage, but her skin remembered the thumbs twisting her breasts, the cruel nip of her nipples, the explosion of pleasure against the counter․
`How shameful... I came from a massage in front of him.`
Heat gathered between her legs. She pushed a hand down into her panties, fingers grazing her clit.
A jolt of pleasure shot through her. She clenched down, attempting to prolong it. But the orgasm passed.
`Come on...` She rubbed harder, grinding her hips up.
Suddenly, Alden snored and rolled onto his side.
Eleanor froze, her heart was pounding fast. She turned her head and looked at his back for a moment. She hesitated, then made up her mind.
"A-Alden." she whispered. "I want to... have sex."
He stirred, but didn't turn. "Mmphf... Not now, honey."
Eleanor scowled and felt tightness in her chest. She turned to the edge of the bed, opening her legs, and plunged her fingers into her pussy.
She started to moan. One of her hands was rubbing roughly over her pussy, penetrating and touching her clitoris. While the other hand played with her breasts and pinched her nipples.
But the more she rubbed—faster, meaner, the further orgasm slipped away.
At that moment, all that was on her mind were memories of the morning massage, and one name stuck in her mind... Kyle.
The hours dragged on. By first light, Eleanor lay spent, thighs glazed, pussy and nipples were swollen and wet.