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

Tom barely slept.

Picture of the black Mercedes filled the dark every time he closed his eyes. He kept the keys on the nightstand within easy reach and, more than once during the night, picked them up just to feel the cool weight of them in his palm.

"I lost my virginity and got a car like this on the same day?" The two facts sat side by side in his mind, equally difficult to believe. He turned them over until the sky began to pale.

Across the hall, Sienna slept even worse.

She had been waiting and her informant had delivered the report late into the night.

The car had been purchased online under the name Tom Harlow. Payment cleared. Paperwork clean. No loans. No cosigner. No obvious source for that kind of money. She had sat in the half-dark staring at the screenshots of the purchase history, lips pressed into a thin line.

How?

A former bartender who hadn’t worked a single day since the wedding somehow had enough money to buy a car that cost more than most people earned in years. The question refused to leave her alone. Every possible answer felt either impossible or dangerous.

She finally dosed off but morning came very fast.

Tom woke before the System spoke and woke him as before. He was already sitting on the edge of the bed with the car keys resting in his open palm, a small private smile already tugging at his mouth. The metal had warmed slightly from his hand.

The system dinged...

[Look at you,] the System said, voice rich with amusement. [Sleeping with the keys like a child who just got his first toy. Most hosts take at least a week before they reach this level of attachment.]

Tom’s smile widened. He didn’t bother denying it. "Can you blame me? A month ago I was counting coins and never thought I’d be getting a small car not to talk of a luxury car."

[Fair point. Though I notice Host is more excited about the car than about the fact that he finally stopped being a virgin. Priorities, I suppose.]

Tom huffed a quiet laugh.

[Previous day’s daily tasks are complete, by the way. Reward issued: Bronze Chest. Ready to open it, or do you want to keep staring at the keys a little longer?]

"Open it." Tom said immediately. That was another bundle of goodness and he wouldn’t spend a minute away from knowing what was inside.

A bronze chest materialised in the air in front of him and opened with a soft click. Three items floated out and settled into his awareness.

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[Body Language Analysis – Skill Book (Lv.1)]

[Gentlemen Aura – 24 hours]

[Improved Physique – Lv.1]

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Afterwards, the system began to explain;

[Improved Physique will actually show results if you keep exercising,]

[Gentlemen Aura softens your presence and makes people more inclined to interpret whatever you do in a favourable light for the next twenty-four hours. Useful when you want to unsettle someone without looking like you’re trying.]

[And the skill book - read it now. You’ll like this one.]

Tom gulped, processing every explanation. He opened the skill book.

Information poured into his mind in a clean, immediate rush: micro-expressions, the tiny shifts in posture, the unconscious tells people gave when they lied, when they were attracted, when they were trying to hide embarrassment or anger. It settled into place as if it had always belonged there.

[See?] the System sounded openly pleased. [Host will find it much harder to be lied to from now on. Try not to abuse it too obviously. Or do. I won’t stop you.]

" Uhm... Okay." Tom nodded in understanding.

[Now, shall we get to the daily tasks?] That wasn’t really a question because the System had already continued its work, not giving Tom the time to provide a response.

The daily tasks appeared.

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[DAILY TASKS]

1. Complete 60 push-ups

2. Edge for 12 minutes while speaking filthy things about Stella out loud while looking at yourself in a mirror (no cumming)

3. Do not apologise for anything throughout the day

[REWARD: Random Chest]

[PENALTY:The Mercedes will be locked and unusable for 24 hours. Host will also receive System mockery.]

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Tom frowned at the penalty.

"No, you aren’t touching my car." He muttered, raising his nostrils in disagreement.

[Good attitude, Host. Now giddy up.] The system replied, sounding so pleased.

Tom grunted then rechecked the daily tasks screen to see the one he would start with. He frowned at the second task.

"What does edge mean?" he asked and the system was very quick to explain.

[It means bringing yourself right to the edge of orgasm and then stopping. Repeatedly. You stroke until you’re about to cum, then you stop, wait for it to fade, and do it again. For the full twelve minutes. No finishing allowed.]

Heat crept up his neck and before he could say anything, the System continued, clearly enjoying his reaction.

[The purpose is control, stamina, and keeping that newly corrupted mind of yours nice and filthy. You’ll thank me when you can last longer than thirty minutes with the next woman. Now stop looking scandalised and get to work.]

Tom stared at the wall for a moment, his ears warm, then let out a short breath. The penalty attached to failure was enough to decide for him.

He dropped to the floor and began the push-ups. The first twenty were manageable,.his arms began to burn as he pushed on, his breath came in harsh, controlled pulls. He forced out the sixtieth repetition and collapsed onto his back, chest heaving.

[Well done, Host. You’re improving] the System said. [Now, about that second task-]

"I’m taking the car out first," Tom cut in, still breathing hard. "I’ll finish the rest when I get back."

[Of course you are. Host gets a shiny new toy and suddenly self-improvement can wait. How terribly predictable. Go on then. Try not to crash it while you’re busy feeling impressive.]

Tom ignored the continued teasing, showered quickly, dressed, and headed downstairs.

The morning air was cool against his face when he stepped outside. The black Mercedes waited in the driveway, its surface perfect and gleaming in the early light. For a second he simply waited by the big window close to the entrance door to look at it, the usual small smile returning to his face.

A lazy thought on his mind: ’That’s my car right there."

Then he lifted his face and caught Sienna standing beside the car.

She had her arms folded and was examining it openly, her expression carefully neutral.

"What’s she doing?" He wondered, brows furrowing then pushed the door open. When she heard the entrance door she turned her head. Their eyes met.

Tom walked toward her. The new Body Language Analysis skill quietly fed him information - the tightness at the corner of her mouth, the slight shift of her weight onto her back foot, the brief flicker of frustration she tried to bury beneath a cold exterior.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Sienna lifted her chin. "I’m checking whether this is one of the cars reported missing in a recent robbery. It looks similar. Have you started stealing now just to meet my standard?"

A laugh escaped Tom’s throat.

The sound was real and easy - open in a way Sienna had never heard from him before. It startled even him a little. The skill made the reason obvious: everything about her posture and micro-expressions screamed that she was lying to protect her pride. The gap between her words and the truth was so clear it struck him as genuinely funny.

’She’s trying so hard to stay above me and she can’t even hide the lie.’ He thought.

Sienna’s eyes narrowed. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you’re lying," Tom said bluntly. "And it’s obvious."

[Now would be an excellent time to activate Gentlemen Aura,] the System cut in, sounding almost gleeful. [Yes or no? I strongly suggest yes.]

Tom gave a small mental nod.

And instantly the effect came on. The aura settled over him like a subtle change in pressure. He watched Sienna’s reaction through the new skill. For a fraction of a second her expression softened - the hard line of her mouth eased, her eyes lost a little of their sharpness before she caught herself and frowned harder, as if angry at her own momentary lapse.

"Stop trying to act like a gentleman. You don’t even have the criteria for it."she snapped. "

Tom read the fresh lie in her body language and chuckled under his breath. Sienna’s frown deepened, clearly not understanding the source of his amusement.

[She’s flustered. The aura is getting to her and she hates that she’s noticing that about you.] the System noted with satisfaction.

Tom chuckled again.

"I’m going for a drive. Stop wasting my time if you’re only going to keep lying." he said firmly.

Sienna looked taken aback. A flush of genuine embarrassment rose in her cheeks before she could stop it. The skill picked up every detail - the slight drop in her shoulders, the way her gaze flicked away for half a second before she forced it back, the tightness in her throat.

Tom tilted his head, studying her with open curiosity.

"You look really innocent and sweet when you’re embarrassed," he pointed out.

Sienna’s eyes widened. She clearly had no idea how he had read her so accurately. Her jaw tightened and she opened her mouth to retort, but Tom had already stepped past her, opened the driver’s door, and slid into the seat.

The engine came to life with a low, expensive growl. He glanced at her once through the open window - still standing there, flushed and thrown off balance in a way he had almost never seen then put the car in gear and drove out of the compound without looking back.

[Clean exit,] the System remarked. [Host is learning. I’m almost proud.]

Tom smiled brightly.

In the rearview mirror Tom watched Sienna remain still for several seconds longer than she probably intended, eyes fixed on the disappearing car. Only when he turned the corner did she finally move.

Tom’s hands rested lightly on the steering wheel. The leather was soft and new. A quiet, disbelieving smile stayed on his face as the house fell away behind him.

’A month ago she wouldn’t have even looked at me twice. Now she’s standing in the driveway trying to figure out how I exist.’ He thought.

The thought should have felt like victory.

Instead it simply felt like the start of something he was no longer willing to step back from.

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