NTR: The live-in-husband gets a perverted heart system

Tom froze in the doorway, he was unclad except for the towel knotted low at his hips, and for one long, stunned second, he forgot entirely how to form a coherent thought.

Stella Marchetti stood directly across from his door, facing it head-on, close enough that there was no angle he could have missed her from even if he had wanted to.

She hadn’t noticed him yet - her phone was held up at chest height, angled toward her own face, too lost in whatever she was saying into the screen to register the door opening a few feet away.

Tom’s eyes dropped before he could stop them.

Her blouse hung open at the collar, already loose to begin with, and the neckline sat low enough on its own that a generous swell of cleavage spilled free without any help at all - golden, full, rising and falling with every breath she took.

Tom’s mouth went dry just looking at it. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that staring like this was exactly the kind of thing that got men banned from decent company, and he could not, for the life of him, make himself look away. She was facing him fully, giving him nothing to work with but an unobstructed view, and every second he stood there gawking felt like it should have been the second he snapped out of it. It wasn’t.

And the next thing she said didn’t help Tom at all. Actually, it worsened his problem.

"My nipples are so stiff right now, standing up, aching. Just waiting for someone to lick them properly." she murmured into the phone, husky, delighted with herself, utterly unaware she had an audience

As if to prove the point, she hooked two fingers into her own collar and dragged the fabric down another careless inch, baring even more of herself to whoever was watching on the other end of that call.

Tom’s breath caught audibly. He was fairly certain his heart had stopped working correctly somewhere in the last ten seconds.

A man’s voice came tinny through the speaker, exasperated, clearly not for the first time tonight.

"Stella. Stop being naughty. You’re not exactly somewhere appropriate for that kind of talk right now."

Stella laughed, low and unbothered, tugging her blouse down another inch out of pure defiance rather than modesty.

"You’re too shy. Nobody’s watching."

"I could never tell with you," the man on the other end said dryly, something long-suffering in the way he said it, like this was a conversation they had had more than once before.

"Mm. Maybe that’s exactly why you’re marrying me." She shifted her weight, hip cocked, entirely pleased with herself, fingers still toying idly with the loosened collar. "Someone has to keep your life interesting, senator."

"You’ll be the death of my campaign," he muttered, though there was no real heat in it.

"Good thing nobody’s around to see, then." She rolled her eyes at whatever assumption that implied, glancing down the hall as she said it - purely reflexive, the kind of half-glance a person made without expecting to actually find anything.

And then she saw him.

Stella ended the call in an instant, her thumb slamming the screen dark, her whole body snapping straight with a speed that would have been comic if the moment weren’t so charged.

"Who the hell are you?" She snapped at Tom.

Then the system appeared with its notification:

[SCANNING TARGET.]

[STELLA MARCHETTI.]

Age: 22.

Occupation: Popular actress

Relationship Status: Engaged

Dominance Preference: High

Personality:Shameless. Thrill seeker.

[MISSION: Make Stella show you the stiff nipples she was just talking about. She must expose them herself in the hallway.]

[REWARD: $8,000. +2 CHARM. +2 AUTHORITY. +1 LUST]

[FAILURE PENALTY: Towel will drop in 8 seconds. Forced full erection for 45 minutes.]

Tom’s pulse spiked. His mind went completely blank.

"How the heck am I supposed to achieve that? I just met her and she’s... she’s engaged and she just caught me staring." he thought desperately at the System.

The System’s response was immediate and cold.

[Host lacks a viable approach.]

[Idea purchase available.]

[Cost: $1,000]

[Confirm purchase?]

Tom’s stomach twisted. A thousand dollars for one idea seemed expensive but Tom knew he had no choice. That penalty was not an option.

He didn’t hesitate.

"Yes. Just give me something that might actually work."

[$1,000 deducted.]

[Suggestion unlocked:]

[Step closer. Slowly drag your tongue across your lower lip, then stick it out just enough for her to see. Look straight at her chest and say in a low voice:

"Those aching nipples you were just talking about... I’ll volunteer.

Pull them out and I’ll lick them properly right here."]

Tom’s throat went dry. That was filthy. Obscene. Exactly the kind of thing that could get him slapped or worse.

But the System had already gone silent, waiting.

He forced his legs to move and stepped fully into the hallway. The towel felt ridiculously thin around his hips. Stella was still frozen in place, phone clutched against her chest, eyes locked on him.

Tom stopped a few feet away. He let his gaze drop deliberately to the open collar of her blouse, slowly dragged his tongue across his lower lip, then let the tip of it rest against his upper lip so she could clearly see it. His voice came out lower than he expected.

"Those aching nipples you were just talking about... I’ll volunteer.

Pull them out and I’ll lick them properly right here."

Stella’s eyes went wide. Her entire face froze in pure, open shock. For a single heartbeat her gaze actually flicked down to his tongue, then back up to his face.

Then her expression twisted into something sharp and disgusted.

"Pervert," she spat, and turned on her heel, striding away down the hall without a backward glance.

Tom stood frozen in the middle of the corridor, dripping, half-hard, and thoroughly humiliated.

"What just happened?" he thought, desperate, to a system that offered him nothing back at all.

[Mission Failed.]

[Penalty applied:]

- Your towel knot will fail in 8 seconds.

- Your cock will throb fully hard and remain visibly erect for the next one hour.

Tom’s stomach dropped.

Eight seconds-

He barely had time to grab at the towel before the knot gave way completely. The damp fabric slid down his hips and pooled at his feet with a soft, final sound. Cool air hit his skin a second before his cock finished rising, thick and heavy, twitching hard against his stomach in full view of the empty hallway.

"Shit!" he hissed under his breath, scrambling to cover himself with both hands. It was useless. Every pulse made it throb visibly between his fingers.

Footsteps approached from the direction of the stairs.

Tom’s head snapped up just as the housekeeper - the same one he had winked at and told her breasts were showing, rounded the corner carrying a stack of fresh towels. She took three steps into the hallway before her eyes landed on him.

She froze.

Her gaze dropped, locked onto his bare cock, and stayed there for a full stunned second. A deep, violent flush exploded across her face and down her neck. The towels nearly slipped from her arms.

Then she made a small, strangled sound, spun on her heel, and practically ran back the way she had come, disappearing down the stairs so fast he heard her miss a step.

"Oh, Father Lord, save me from this embarrassment!" Tom squeezed his eyes shut, his face burning hotter than it ever had in his life.

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