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

Stella walked to the long mirror that covered one wall of her bedroom and let the silk robe slip from her shoulders completely.

Naked, she studied herself the way she sometimes did when she was alone and restless. Her full breasts stood proud on her chest, the already tight nipples seemed to be glaring at her and the soft gleam of wetness was visible between her legs.

Her tongue came out to pull in her lower lip and she bit on it seductively.

From a small black box on her vanity she took two silver nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. She had used them many times before. They were not gentle.

She watched her own reflection as she centered the first clamp over her left nipple and let it close. The sharp bite made her inhale sharply through her teeth. She attached the second one, then gave the chain a light tug. Pain and pleasure flared together, pulling a low sound from her throat. Both her nipples stood stiff and dark between the metal.

Stella’s eyes stayed locked on the mirror.

Then she let her thought wander...

She thought of the hallway. Of that Tom Harlow standing there in nothing but a towel, eyes on her chest, tongue slowly dragging across his lower lip before he offered - calmly, filthily to lick her nipples properly.

Would he have been rough or careful? Would he have used just his tongue, or would he have sucked them until she felt it between her legs?

Not getting the answers to those questions made her legs tremble.

Her right hand slid down her stomach. Two fingers parted her folds and found her already slick. She pushed them inside without teasing, watching herself the entire time - her clamped nipples, slightly parted lips, the slow movement of her hand between her thighs.

She began to fuck herself with steady, strokes, chain swaying with every shift of her body. In her mind, she was picturing Tom Harlow’s mouth and tongue on her nipples instead of the cold metal, his fingers instead of her own. The fantasy sharpened quickly.

She imagined him on his knees in that hallway, mouth open, waiting for permission she had never given him.

Her breathing grew heavier. The wet sound of her fingers filled the quiet room. She tugged the chain again, harder this time, and the sharp spike of sensation pushed her closer.

She didn’t slow down. She kept her eyes open, staring at the woman in the mirror, looking flushed, clamped, openly fingering herself while thinking about a man she should have dismissed as nothing.

When she came, it was with a broken, frustrated moan, thighs trembling, fingers buried deep, the clamps still biting down.

"Hmmm..." She exhaled through her mouth.

Afterward she stood there for a long moment, breathing hard, watching a thin trickle of wetness slide down the inside of her thigh from the mirror.

Stella reached up and released the clamps one at a time. Blood rushed back into her nipples with a second, smaller wave of sensation that made her curse under her breath.

She picked up the discarded robe and slipped it back on, but the restlessness had only been dulled, not removed.

Tom Harlow had refused her.

And somehow that only made the ache worse.

"What does he think of himself?" She muttered.

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The following morning, Tom woke to pale light filtering through the curtains. He went straight into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warm water.

The System’s interface appeared without warning.

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[DAILY TASKS]

1. Do not apologize to anyone for anything throughout the day

Reward: +10 Authority

2. Compliment two people

Reward: +10 Charm

3. Make the housekeeper feel aroused

Reward: +10 Lust

[Complete all three for a Random Chest]

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Tom stared at the third task while soap ran down his arms.

"How the hell am I supposed to make the housekeeper aroused?" He wondered aloud. He wasn’t even fazed about the mission. He was gradually getting used to it.

And despite the fact that he didn’t have an answer yet, he told himself he would find a way. He had come too far to start failing basic daily tasks now.

As he washed, his mind drifted back to the night before. He had told Davina she could get to know him properly. She had taken his number, given him a long look, and left before Sienna returned. The memory still felt strange. It was like something that belonged to a different version of himself.

Then his thoughts slid, uninvited, to Stella Marchetti. The way she had looked in the hallway... Absolutely gorgeous. Gorgeous in every sense. She was the first woman Tom would accept aloud that was gorgeous than Sienna.

He remembered the salivating cleavage that the open collar of her blouse had shown. And the exact moment he had offered to lick her nipples. He swallowed hard, heat flickering low in his stomach.

[Good,] the System chimed in, voice dry. [Virgin Host is finally thinking about women properly. Try not to take too long getting rid of that virginity.]

Tom furrowed his brows then demanded;

"Why are you so concerned about my virginity?"

[A perverted System has little use for a permanent virgin] the system replied sharply. Tom burst into a laugh at that bluntness.

"Oh, so you know what you are? That you’re nothing but a perverted system?"

[I know exactly what I am, Host. And you should know that a virgin Host is wasted potential,] the System replied.

Tom shook his head, still smiling, and finished rinsing off. He stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked back into the bedroom.

His phone was glowing on the nightstand. One missed call.

He assumed it was Davina.

He dried his hands, picked up the phone, and called the number back.

The line rang once. Twice.

Then a man’s voice answered;

"Mr Tom Harlow, we -"

"We want to inform you- you - you"

The voice got distorted.

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