The house was wrapped in quiet tension.
Reina, the alluring mother-in-law who had once only exchanged polite conversations with Rikuto, now lingered in the living room with a silence that said more than words ever could. The air between them had been simmering for days — no, weeks. Ever since she started visiting more often, brushing past him with lingering touches, eyes dipped in something unspoken.
And after today's failed attempt at keeping things "professional," while talking with him,they both knew they were on the edge of something dangerous.
That morning, after Aya left to comfort her heartbroken friend, Reina hadn't made any excuse to leave. But stayed behind for something unknown.
Meanwhile, Rikuto had received a system prompt — one that sent a thrill down his spine:
> [New Major Quest: Conquer the Landlady]
Task: Break her walls and claim her desires.
Reward: ₲30,000, a rare passive skill, and a random S-tier bonus.
Status: Optional. But tempting, isn't it?
He chuckled under his breath.
It wasn't just the system. He wanted her. The way she walked, the way her tight pencil skirt hugged her hips, the way her voice shook just slightly when he got too close — it all drove him insane.
Now, the two of them sat in the living room, the silence heavy with unspoken tension.
"I should leave," Reina finally said, standing with her bag clutched in her hands.
But she didn't move.
"Then why haven't you?" Rikuto asked, stepping closer, voice deep and steady.
She looked at him — really looked — and something cracked in her expression. Her lips parted as if to speak, but instead, she exhaled sharply, looking away.
He took a bold step forward, closing the distance between them.
"I know you've been holding back," he whispered. "But I can see it in your eyes, Reina. You're tired of pretending."
Her eyes flicked up, blazing with a mixture of desire and guilt. "This isn't right."
"It feels right to me," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Tell me to stop, and I will."
She didn't.
Instead, her breathing quickened.
That was all he needed.
He reached for her waist and pulled her in. Their lips met in a kiss that ignited everything — slow at first, but rapidly unraveling into something raw. Her lips were soft but hungry, her hands tangled in his shirt, clutching him as if she'd waited too long.
He pressed her back against the wall gently but firmly, his mouth exploring hers with escalating intensity. She gasped into his kiss when his hands roamed down her sides and gripped the curve of her hips. Her skirt rode up as he lifted her easily, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
She moaned when his lips trailed down her throat. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her breath hot against his ear.
"God… what are we doing?" she whispered.
"What we've both wanted," he growled back, his hand slipping beneath her blouse to feel the heat of her bare skin.
She arched against him, her soft gasps turning into needy moans as he carried her to the couch. Her blouse was halfway undone, revealing the swell of her chest in lace. Rikuto growled low in his throat, bending over her, his lips worshipping every inch of exposed skin.
Reina whimpered when he kissed her deeply again, his hips pressing against hers, making her gasp.
She clung to him as he moved with purpose — slow, teasing, deliberate. Her hands roamed his chest, clawing at the buttons as she tried to undress him too, her need growing hotter with every breath.
When he finally settled between her legs, she trembled. His hand slid down, parting her thighs, caressing gently at first. Her eyes fluttered shut, her back arching as he touched her folds through the fabric. She was already soaked, her body betraying everything she tried to hide.
He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her lace panties and stroked her gently, finding her core.
"Ohh—Rikuto…" she gasped, her voice shaking.
"You're so wet already," he whispered at her ear. "You've been holding this back too long."
She moaned louder, her hips rolling into his touch, her body writhing beneath him as he worked her with expert fingers. Her cries grew high-pitched, ragged, the tension inside her winding tighter and tighter.
He kissed her deeply again, silencing her moans as she trembled in release, her thighs quivering around him. She lay beneath him, flushed and breathless, her eyes glassy with the afterglow.
"I'm not done," he murmured.
He flipped her over gently, lifting her hips from behind as her skirt slid up over her back. She looked over her shoulder, blushing furiously but not resisting. If anything, the way she pushed her hips back toward him said everything.
He leaned over her, his body flush against hers, his hands exploring her curves again.
"You want it rough," he whispered, lips at her ear.
She moaned helplessly in response, her fingers digging into the couch.
He slid her panties to the side and positioned himself. She was warm and dripping as he rubbed his thick shaft between her slick folds, teasing, dragging moans from her lips. Then, with one slow push, he sank into her heat.
She cried out loud, gripping the cushions as he filled her.
"Rikuto!" she moaned. "You're… so deep—"
He began moving — slow at first, letting her adjust — then faster, deeper. Her moans became cries, her voice breaking with every thrust. The couch creaked beneath them as he drove into her, relentless, giving her everything she craved.
She arched, screamed, trembled, begged — and he kept going.
Sweat beaded on their skin as they moved together in pure, desperate rhythm, their bodies meeting with loud, wet sounds. She was losing herself, unraveling beneath every stroke.
Her nails dug into the couch. Her cries were almost incoherent.
"Harder!" she cried. "Don't hold back!"
He didn't.
Their passion burned through the night, leaving no corner untouched.
By the time they collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps, Reina lay across his chest, panting, flushed, utterly spent.
He kissed her forehead softly.
And her eyes started to close. Both fell into deep sleep exhausted in each other's arms.
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