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

"Then what’s going on? Who’s behind this if not you?" Tom demanded under his breath.

[Investigating.... Wait a moment] the system replied.

The few seconds Tom had to wait felt like forever and when the system’s voice slid into his head, he released a breath he had no idea he had been holding.

[Host. You are being watched through multiple cameras. Someone is studying every reaction you give. Stop enduring this like a passive virgin. Participate. You have someone to impress.]

Tom’s brows furrowed in confusion. Who could possibly be the person watching him behind cameras?

And what did they stand to achieve from doing this?

Tom wondered as he sat cuffed to the chair, the two women still moving around him in slow circles. The dark-haired one kept brushing her barely-covered breasts against his shoulder. The other rolled her hips in front of him, fingers playing with the thin edge of her panties.

And something that Tom found really hard to believe happened...

His cock was already hard and aching. He couldn’t tell how manage, given his situation.

"It’s because of what the system said." Tom told himself inwardly that his body was simply reacting to what the system had said about relaxing and enjoying the treat.

[If that makes you feel better about yourself, Host, then keep the thought.] The system’s voice came out like a chuckle.

[You horny little saint!]

Tom’s face heated up. He swallowed hard because he had no way to defend himself.

Shortly, a new windows appeared.

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[SIDE MISSION]

1. Get both women fully out of their panties.

2. Make one of them press her breasts against your mouth.

3. Get one of them grinding bare on your lap.

[REWARD: $15,000 + 1 Lust + 1 Charm + 1 Authority + 1x random chest]

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[Use the lines you learnt from the Flirty book, Host.]

Tom’s throat felt dry. He still wasn’t used to speaking like this. The lines from the Flirty book sat in his head, but saying them out loud while two beautiful women touched him felt different - sharper, more dangerous.

He looked at the woman in front of him, remembered the cameras watching him and instantly decided he needed to force the words out.

His voice was lower and rougher than usual but the words rolled out;

"Those little panties are in the way. Take them off. I want to see how wet you already are for a man you just met."

The woman paused. Something flickered in her eyes - surprise, then heat. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the fabric and slowly pushed them down her hips, stepping out of them without looking away. The discarded panties landed near his foot.

Tom turned his head toward the second woman. His pulse was hammering, but he kept going.

"Come here." His voice stayed low. "Put them in my mouth. I want to feel how hard your nipples are while you move for me."

She stepped in immediately, straddling his knees, and arched her back. The soft, warm weight of her breasts pressed against his lips. He could feel the tight peaks of her nipples through the thin material as she began to roll her hips again.

Tom exhaled hard against her skin, then looked at the first woman - the one already bare from the waist down.

"why don’t you come sit on my cock?" he said, eyes locked on hers. "I want to feel that wet little pussy grinding on me while I decide what to do with you."

The words landed and Tom swallowed hard. He couldn’t believed he had managed to produce them without stuttering.

Then the system chimed;

[Why so surprised, Host? Didn’t you know you had it in you?]

[Netori heart system wouldn’t pick a lesser man.]

[Now, stop holding in it. Unleash the horniness in you and enjoy yourself.]

Tom huffed but before he could say anything, the woman he had spoken to, moved, according to his command.

The moment her bare heat settled against the hard length of him through his trousers, she started moving - slow circles that made his stomach clench. The friction was almost unbearable.

Tom’s head tipped back for a second. His cuffed hands flexed hard behind the chair. The woman on his lap kept grinding, and the one still feeding him her breasts ran her fingers through his hair, holding him in place.

And for the first time since the cuffs had locked, Tom stopped simply surviving the situation and began taking control of it.

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Meanwhile, Stella Marchetti sat cross-legged on the wide couch in her penthouse living room. She had just finished bathing and had on only a see through silk robe.

The morning light poured in through the tall windows, but she paid it no attention. Her eyes were fixed on the phone in her hand.

The live feed from the hotel suite filled the screen in crisp detail. Multiple camera angles were available - she had already switched between them twice. Right now she was using the one that gave her the clearest view of Tom Harlow’s face and upper body.

He was still cuffed to the chair.

The two women she had arranged continued performance. One of them - the taller one with the dark hair, had a knee braced on the seat beside him, her body angled so that her barely-covered breasts were close to his shoulder.

The second woman stood in front of him, hips moving in a lazy, practiced rhythm as she ran her hands down her own stomach and along the edges of her tiny panties.

Stella watched Tom’s expression without blinking.

"You looked at me like that in the hallway. You offered to put your mouth on me like it was nothing. Then you refused to even come downstairs when I called for you."

"What’s your deal?"

When the dark-haired woman leaned in and let her breath brush the side of his neck, Tom’s jaw tightened. His throat moved as he swallowed. Stella’s thumb tapped the screen once, placing a small digital marker on the timeline.

A moment later the second woman turned, lowered herself slightly, and rolled her hips while looking him directly in the eyes. Tom’s breathing changed not dramatically, but enough. His shoulders shifted against the chair. Another marker.

Stella’s face remained composed, but something tighter sat behind her eyes.

"I want to know what actually affects you. I want to see if that shameless version of you was real... or if you only grow bold when you think you’re the one in control." Stella muttered.

She switched angles briefly to check his lower body. The evidence of his arousal was already visible. A faint, satisfied breath left her as she switched back to his face.

She sat back a little, still watching, the phone steady in her hand. The two women continued their work exactly as they had been instructed: no speaking beyond soft sounds, no removing the final scraps of lingerie until they were ordered to by their "entertainee".

Their only task was to provoke and reveal.

Stella’s gaze remained locked on Tom’s reactions - every shift of his body, every change in his breathing, every time his fingers curled against the cuffs.

And when she heard him speak up;

"Those little panties are in the way. Take them off. I want to see how wet you already are for a man you just met."

A smirk curved Stella’s lips.

There was the thrilling thing about him...

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