The city outside Reina's apartment window glowed softly in the late evening. Traffic hummed distantly, but within her modern, stylish flat — silence reigned.
Reina stood by the large mirror in her bedroom, brushing her thick black hair slowly. The satin robe she wore clung to her generous curves, dipping low enough to show the tops of her ample breasts. Her long legs peeked through the slit in the fabric as she moved.
And yet… her movements were slower tonight. Distracted. Her brows furrowed slightly as her hand paused mid-stroke.
She exhaled.
Something was off. And no matter how she tried to ignore it, it kept bubbling to the surface.
Aya.
Her glow. Her softened voice. The faint limp in her walk, the glow in her cheeks, the subtle confidence in her eyes. And most of all…
Rikuto.
The way he looked at Aya.
And the way Aya responded.
That wasn't the man she'd judged a month ago. The spineless, gloomy fool who latched onto her plain daughter after being dumped. No, this Rikuto was… controlled. Calm. Confident.
And subtly masculine.
Her fingers gripped the brush tighter.
> "People change," he had said.
That voice… smooth and low. A man who knew he had power now.
And worst of all — she had felt it.
His gaze had lingered on her lips once — she was sure of it. The air around him had a charge. A silent tension that only real men carried — men who didn't need to speak loudly to dominate a room.
She dropped the brush and walked to her bed, trying to shake the thoughts.
But as she lay down, closing her eyes, she felt the edge of arousal lingering in her stomach.
Images flickered.
Aya — flushed, lips swollen — sitting across from her at the table.
Rikuto — shirt slightly damp, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his arms cut and toned as he moved through the kitchen.
The memory of how his voice slid over the words "I've had someone taking care of me…" like a lover's touch.
Her thighs clenched beneath the robe.
She turned over in bed, restless. Her fingers grazed her stomach, slowly drifting lower, skimming the curve of her hips.
No. She growled softly, sitting up. "He's your daughter's husband…"
But her breath was already uneven.
And her hand was already slipping down between her legs, fingers trembling.
She closed her eyes.
At first, she tried to imagine someone else — a faceless man. An ex-lover. A fantasy.
But slowly…
Inevitably…
It became him.
His smirk.
His quiet confidence.
The thought of him lifting her onto the kitchen counter and pushing her robe aside without a word. Gripping her thighs, parting them as her back arched—
She gasped as her fingers slid through the slickness now coating her folds.
"No… no—"
But her body was already betraying her.
Her other hand slipped up to her breast, squeezing gently as she rubbed slow, sinful circles between her legs. Her head tilted back. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths.
And in her mind — Rikuto's voice whispered:
> "You're not just Aya's mother… you're a woman, Reina."
She moaned aloud, her legs trembling.
It had been years since anyone touched her like that. And now… she was touching herself to the image of her son-in-law — the same man she had insulted just a month ago.
And yet…
Her climax came suddenly — intense and long, shaking through her with a silent, strangled cry. Her back arched as she clenched the sheets, thighs wet, chest heaving.
When it passed… she lay still.
Ashamed.
Confused.
But not satisfied.
Because in that moment… she knew something had changed.
She wanted to see him again.
Not as a mother-in-law.
But as a woman.
> [System Notification: Reina Libido Suppression – 68% → 44%]
Milestone Reached: First Self-Induced Orgasm with Host as Fantasy.
Passive Desire Field Activated – Host now triggers subtle physiological arousal upon proximity.
Side Quest "Mother's Pride": Progress 68%
New Event Trigger Available: "Unplanned Visit"
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The Next Morning
Rikuto sipped his tea in the kitchen, shirtless, when the doorbell rang.
Aya blinked. "Who's here this early?"
He smiled.
"I think I know."