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

Stella returned to the fitting room and sat down elegantly, legs crossed, back straight. Her nipples were still stiff against the fabric of her blouse.

She kept shifting slightly, unable to push the image of the man in the towel out of her head - the way he had looked at her, the slow drag of his tongue across his lip, the filthy offer spoken without a trace of shame.

Sienna noticed almost immediately.

"You look distracted... Is everything alright?" she asked, pausing with a pin in her hand.

Stella hesitated only a second. "I saw a man in the hallway earlier. He was only wearing a towel."

Sienna’s expression tightened with clear irritation. She exhaled through her nose.

"That was my husband, Ignore him. He’s a nobody. I will make sure he stays out of sight while you’re here." she said flatly.

Stella only nodded, but something in her throat felt tight. She swallowed and looked away, pretending to examine the fabric samples.

Later, once the fitting was finished and she was alone in the back of her car, Stella turned to her personal assistant.

"I want everything you can find on Sienna Kensington’s husband. Every detail. Don’t ask me why. Just get it done." she ordered the woman sharply.

The PA didn’t refuse or pry. She simply nodded and began typing.

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Meanwhile...

Tom made it back to his room and shut the door harder than necessary. The towel was still knotted at his hips, but it did nothing to hide the problem. His cock remained fully hard, heavy and throbbing, the System’s penalty still very much in effect. Every step had made it worse.

He leaned against the door, breathing hard.

"System," he muttered. "Please. Do something about this. I can’t stay like this."

[Host is requesting assistance with residual arousal.]

"Yes, yes, I am. Just make it go away. Please."

[Host may achieve relief through conventional means. Recommendation: visual stimulation.]

Tom’s face heated and he hesitated for a long moment. "You mean porn?"

[Correct. Host’s sexual experience is severely limited. Watching will provide relief and education. Positions. Timing. Control. Host currently lacks all three.]

A new window appeared then.

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[SIDE MISSION: Basic Sexual Education]

Watch one full video under the tag: Passionate Creampie – Female Led

Masturbate to completion while studying the techniques shown.

[REWARD: $2,500 + Permanent Manhood Enhancement]

[FAILURE: Erection penalty extended by 1 hour]

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Tom stared at the last part. "Manhood Enhancement?"

[Host will understand once the mission is complete.] The system replied him.

He dragged a hand down his face in exasperation. Stayed still for a moment before exhaling sharply. Even if he wanted to refuse, the reward was mouthwatering... That manhood enhancement part.

Tom swallowed hard, as if merely thinking about that lewd thought in his mind had him embarrassed already.

Slowly, he grabbed his phone. "Fine. Just this once."

He unlocked the screen, went to internet browser and typed the exact tag.

"Passionate Creampie – Female Led"

The top video loaded. He quickly tapped it, not scrolling to see others lined up with obscene visual.

The screen filled with a woman straddling a man, completely in control. She was naked, skin flushed and glowing, her full, perky breasts swaying with every slow roll of her hips.

Her hands rested on his chest as she lifted herself almost all the way off his cock - the thick shaft glistening, a thin string of her wetness still connecting them before sinking back down in one long, smooth stroke that took him to the hilt.

The sound was filthy. Wet. Obscene. Every time she bottomed out, her ass flexed and a soft, choked moan left her throat.

Tom’s mouth went dry.

He untied the towel and let it fall open. His cock sprang free, flushed dark, veins standing out, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It slapped lightly against his stomach before settling, heavy and throbbing. He wrapped his right hand around it. The first slow stroke dragged a shaky breath out of him. His skin felt hot, almost too sensitive from how long the System had kept him hard.

On screen, the woman leaned forward, giving the camera a perfect view of her pussy stretched around the cock. She began to ride faster, thighs flexing, breasts bouncing.

She reached back with one hand and spread herself open, showing everything - the way her hole clung to him on every upstroke, shiny and swollen, before swallowing him again to the base. Slick sounds filled the room. Continuous. Filthy.

Tom matched her rhythm without thinking. His fist glided up and down, tighter on the upstroke, thumb smearing the leaking pre-cum over the head until it was glossy. The wet sound of his own hand joined the video. His hips twitched. Another thick bead of pre-cum welled up and rolled down over his fingers.

The woman moaned louder, voice breaking as she ground down hard and stayed buried. She rolled her hips in tight, filthy circles. "Fill me," she breathed. "I want every drop. Don’t you dare pull out."

Tom’s stomach clenched. His cock throbbed hard in his fist. He stroked faster, gripping tighter, eyes locked on the exact place where she stretched around the shaft. He watched the way her pussy lips clung and dragged, the way her juices coated the man’s cock and dripped down onto his balls. He tried to memorize the angle, the control, the way she used her whole body.

The pressure at the base of his cock built fast. Too fast. He had been hard for too long. Every stroke felt sharper, wetter, better than anything he had ever done alone.

On screen the woman suddenly slammed down and stayed there, thighs shaking. The man beneath her groaned, hips jerking upward. The camera caught everything: the visible pulse of his cock as he started cumming inside her, the way her pussy fluttered and clenched, the thick white overflow that immediately leaked out around the base and dripped down in messy strands. She kept grinding through it, soft broken moans spilling from her mouth, pushing every drop deeper.

Tom’s body locked.

A rough, helpless sound tore out of his throat as the orgasm hit him hard. His cock pulsed violently in his fist, thick ropes of cum shooting up across his stomach and chest in heavy spurts. The long denial and the video combining into something overwhelming. His hips jerked off the bed. His hand kept stroking through it, smearing the mess over the sensitive head until his thighs trembled and his vision blurred.

He finally stopped, chest heaving, cock still twitching in his sticky grip, the last weak pulses dripping over his knuckles.

The video continued for a few more seconds - the woman slowly lifting off, a thick strand of cum connecting her used pussy to the man’s cock — before Tom managed to close the tab with a shaking thumb.

The system dinged:

[SIDE MISSION COMPLETE.]

[+ $2,500]

[Permanent Manhood Enhancement applied.]

Tom blinked, still trying to catch his breath. "What does that mean?"

[Host’s penis has received a permanent improvement.]

[Length +0.6 inches]

[Girth slightly increased]

[Sensitivity optimized for longer performance]

[Recovery rate improved]

A strange, warm sensation suddenly spread through his cock and lower stomach - not painful, but deep and undeniable, like something inside him was being quietly rewritten. He looked down.

Even soft and spent, it already looked different. Thicker. Heavier. The head sat fuller against his stomach than it had before.

Tom stared, stunned.

[Host is welcome.][Try not to waste the upgrade.] The System sounded almost smug.

He wiped his hand on the discarded towel, face still burning, and let himself fall back against the mattress. The images from the video stayed behind his eyes - the wet stretch, the overflow, the way she had taken every drop like it belonged to her.

His cock, even exhausted, gave one last lazy twitch, as if already aware it had been changed.

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