A soft chime echoed in Rikuto's mind.
> [Quest Complete: Conquer the Landlady]
Reward Granted: ₲30,000
+1 Passive Skill: "Lover's Instinct" – Enhanced ability to read and respond to a partner's desires.
+2 Charm (S-tier Bonus Applied)
Additional Reward (Milestone Unlocked):
– Fertility Control Unlocked: You may now consciously suppress or release fertile fluid.
– New Passive Income Source Acquired: "Velora Talent Agency" – A mid-scale entertainment firm with automated operations. Monthly income: ₲4,000–₲6,000. No direct involvement required.
The glowing message hovered in front of his eyes, but Rikuto didn't immediately acknowledge it. With half-lidded eyes and his body still humming from the night before, his attention drifted elsewhere.
There was something warm… soft… and incredibly wet moving between his thighs.
He stirred slightly—and that's when he felt it again.
The slow, rhythmic sensation of something gliding up and down his lower shaft. A sultry wet heat that made his breath catch.
His eyes fluttered open.
Reina.
The elegant, composed mother in law now knelt beneath the covers, her dark hair splayed across his thighs, her head bobbing with quiet devotion. Her lips were wrapped tightly around him, moving with smooth, practiced strokes. He caught a glimpse of her eyes—half-lidded, teasing, and filled with a dark hunger.
She didn't say a word.
And neither did he.
Rikuto let his head fall back on the pillow, a satisfied groan escaping his throat. Reina's pace quickened, her hands holding his thighs as she took more of him in with each pass. The way her lips moved, the way her throat flexed as she took him deeper—it was almost too much.
His hands found her hair, gently guiding her, not controlling but appreciating.
Soon, his breathing grew ragged, his body tightening with release.
"Reina… I'm—"
She didn't stop.
With a final deep draw, he spilled into her waiting mouth. She took it all, swallowing without hesitation, her throat moving in soft gulps before she pulled back and licked her lips with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
They shared a breathless moment.
No words—just a quiet understanding.
Reina slid up beside him on the bed, resting her head on his chest. There was no kiss, just warmth and acceptance. Her fingers traced lazy circles over his skin as they lay together.
"You're not going to pretend this didn't happen, are you?" Rikuto asked quietly.
"I've stopped pretending," she whispered.
Later, they rose and padded into the bathroom together. The shower was warm, steam filling the space like a fog of temptation. Reina pressed her back to the tiled wall, lifting one leg around his waist as he stepped close.
Their wet bodies slid against each other, heat building once again.
She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, his hands roaming her curves, rediscovering every inch. He aligned himself, brushing his length against her folds as the water cascaded around them.
Reina gasped as he entered her—slow, firm, deliberate.
Each motion under the falling water sent waves of pleasure through them both. Her hands clung to his shoulders as he moved inside her, her breath catching in his ear, her voice trembling with whispered cries.
The sound of their slick skin, the slap of water, the rhythm of desire—it all blurred into one heated moment, one they both surrendered to fully.
Afterward, Reina rested her forehead against his, a lazy smile on her lips.
Back in the kitchen, the scent of eggs and toast mingled with soft laughter. Reina, dressed casually in one of his shirts, flipped pancakes while Rikuto leaned against the counter, sipping coffee.
But temptation was never far.
She bent over to retrieve something from the lower cabinet, and Rikuto, unable to resist, stepped behind her. A playful groan escaped her lips as his hands found her waist and she leaned into his embrace.
A quick moment. Hot. Impulsive. Hidden between laughter and breakfast.
After they ate, Reina gathered her things.
Aya had called, saying she'd be home soon.
Reina glanced back at Rikuto with a sultry smile. "I'll see you again. Soon."
And just like that, she slipped out the door—elegant, composed, but with a fire still burning in her eyes.
Rikuto leaned back against the kitchen table, smirking.
The mother in law was no longer untouchable.
And this… was just the beginning.
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