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

A few minutes later, while Tom was still lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, wondering how great his new size would work, the bedroom door slammed open.

Sienna walked in without knocking, already mid-stride and furious.

Tom scrambled upright and yanked the towel over his lap and stomach just in time, his heart jumping into his throat. The sticky mess of his own cum was still smeared across his skin underneath the fabric.

Sienna’s eyes swept over him and her expression twisted with fresh anger.

"You’re still not dressed?" she snapped. "Are you actually incapable of putting on clothes like a normal person? First you wander the hallway in a towel in front of my client, and now you’re sitting here half-naked like some kind of degenerate."

She took another step closer, her voice rising.

"You’re being reckless with a body that isn’t impressive in the first place. Do you think anyone is going to be impressed by this?" Her gaze flicked over his chest and the obvious shape under the towel with open disdain.

"Or do you think everyone will be as cheap and low like Davina who would stoop so low to put her mouth on you?"

"You’re embarrassing yourself. And you’re embarrassing me."

Tom swallowed hard. He had no word. But despite the humiliation burning his face and whole entity, he remembered the daily task of holding gaze and he met Sienna’s burning eyes.

At that moment, the system dinged with a notification:

[SIDE MISSION: Mark Her]

[Make Sienna touch your cum with any part of her body (hand, finger, clothing, etc.).

Accidental or forced contact counts.]

[TIME LIMIT: 60 seconds]

[REWARD: $4,000 + 2 Authority + 1 Lust]

[FAILURE: -3 Charm for 12 hours + extended sensitivity]

Tom’s stomach dropped. The timer appeared in the corner of his vision and began counting down.

Sixty seconds?

He stared at Sienna, his mind racing. She was already angry. One wrong word and she would walk out or worse. The cum was still wet under the towel. How the hell was he supposed to make her touch it?

[Host is overthinking.]

[Use your discretion.] The System’s voice was calm, almost bored.

Tom’s pulse hammered in his ears. He could feel the mess cooling against his skin. If he just sat there, the mission would fail. If he moved too aggressively, she might hit him.

He made a decision.

As Sienna took another step forward to continue her rant, Tom suddenly stood up from the bed. The movement was quick enough that the towel shifted. He didn’t fully expose himself, but the edge of the fabric dragged across his sticky stomach, and a visible smear of cum transferred onto the lower part of the towel.

He stepped directly into her space - closer than he had ever dared before so that the stained section of the towel brushed against the side of her hand and the sleeve of her blouse as she raised her arm to point at him.

Sienna jerked back as if the close proximity would burn her.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Who gave you the permission to get close to me like that?" she hissed. Tom swallowed hard again, still yet to find his voice. He stepped backward.

"You Dumbo, better know where you belong!" She glared at him then walked out of the room.

She hadn’t closed the door behind her when the system dinged:

[MISSION COMPLETE.]

[+ $4,000]

[+2 Authority]

[+1 Lust]

Tom stood frozen in the middle of the room, the towel still clutched around his waist, heart slamming against his ribs. The System’s notification floated in front of him, calm and satisfied.

He looked down at the faint smear that remained on the towel, then at the closed door.

She had touched it.

Even if it was only for a second, even if she had been furious - she had touched it.

Apart from the reward from the system, Tom considered the mere act a great win. And he had mixed feeling about it.

Because how would someone feel when their one sided crush got smeared by their cum?

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Sienna walked back into her room and shut the door harder than necessary. The irritation was still hot under her skin. She could still see the way Tom had stood up and stepped into her space like he had any right to.

She looked down to brush something off her sleeve and froze.

A faint, glossy smear marked the side of her hand and the cuff of her blouse.

She stared at it for a second.

Then, without thinking, she lifted her hand closer and caught the scent.

Her stomach dropped.

It was unmistakable. Thick. Musky. Male.

Cum...

Tom’s cum?

Sienna’s eyes widened. A sharp, disbelieving breath left her. She jerked her hand away from her face as if the smell itself had burned her.

"That filthy little-" she muttered under her breath, her voice tight with disgust.

She wiped her hand roughly against her pants, then again, harder, as though she could erase the contact through force alone. The smear on her blouse remained, faint but visible. She would have to change and the thought only made her angrier.

And yet.

As she stood there, her heart beating a little too fast, something lower in her body betrayed her.

Her cunt twitched.

A small, involuntary clench. Then another.

Heat gathered between her legs, slow and unwanted. She could feel herself starting to get wet, the fabric of her underwear suddenly more noticeable against her skin.

Sienna’s face burned.

She pressed her thighs together and shook her head sharply, as if she could physically reject the reaction.

"No," she whispered to the empty room. "Absolutely not."

It had been too long. That was all. She hadn’t properly fucked anyone yesterday .

Her body was simply restless. Frustrated. It had nothing to do with *him*. Nothing to do with the fact that the useless man she kept in the house had somehow gotten his cum on her skin.

She exhaled hard through her nose after telling herself that. Then she walked to her closet, already pulling at the buttons of her blouse.

She needed to get laid tonight.

Properly.

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