Adrian walked home under the orange glow of the setting sun, hands tucked in his pockets. His mind kept drifting back to Natsuha's sudden aggressiveness earlier.
Her actions woke him up. Just because someone became deeply attached or loyal to him didn't mean they were above questioning or challenging him.
Their core personality still mattered. Love didn't erase jealousy, insecurity, or a strong sense of possessiveness.
'It's great that I learned it now, rather than later,' he thought with a quiet smirk. 'I don't really want to end up on a nice boat, after all.'
'Speaking of which, this wasn't exactly according to plan,' he chuckled as he thought to himself. 'But I can work with it. If I play my original plan right, it'll make her even more attached and might even help soften her hatred toward Nagisa in the long run.'
He'd been deliberately holding back from relying too much on his Suggestive Words skill at school.
It was good practice. The more he learned how to handle people through charm and conversation alone, the better. Because what if the skill suddenly stopped working one day? What if someone developed a resistance? In this world full of hidden dangers, depending entirely on the System was a weakness he couldn't afford to have.
What happened with Natsuha only proved his point. Learning how to adapt was key, especially while things were still relatively easy.
Soon he reached his apartment building. As he approached the entrance, he noticed a familiar figure waiting by the door.
Ayano stood there in a simple yet flattering sundress that hugged her mature, voluptuous figure.
The moment she saw him, her eyes lit up with a mixture of longing and nervousness.
Adrian walked straight up to her with a lazy grin. "Oh? What's this?" He stopped close enough that their bodies nearly touched. "Is Miss Ayano missing my helping hands that badly?"
His right hand slid boldly around her waist and gave her plump, soft ass a firm squeeze. Ayano let out a quiet, needy sound.
"Mmmh~" She leaned into his touch, cheeks flushing. "I miss more than just your helping hands, dear…"
But then her expression shifted. The playful lust faded into awkward hesitation. "But… I have something important to tell you first."
Adrian kept his hand on her ass, slowly kneading the soft flesh as he raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening."
Ayano glanced around nervously before speaking in a hushed voice. "You know that Takashi took a week off last Thursday right? Just last night, he… he had something to confess."
She bit her lip. "He told me he has a very specific kink. He gets aroused by the idea of watching his wife get fucked by another man. A cuckold fetish."
Adrian's hand paused for a brief second, then resumed its slow, teasing massage.
"And does he know about us?" he asked calmly.
"No," Ayano shook her head quickly. "He doesn't know anything. He just suddenly asked if I would be open to trying it with someone. I told him yes but only if it was with you because you're the only one I could trust. He actually agreed right away and he even said that he thought you were a good choice."
She looked up at him with slightly embarrassed but excited eyes. "So… here we are now."
As they whispered, Adrian noticed movement from across the hallway. A teenage boy was peeking from the slightly open doorway of the neighboring apartment, eyes wide as he watched Adrian's hand shamelessly groping Ayano's ass while they talked intimately.
The moment the boy realized Adrian had noticed him, he froze. Adrian simply grinned at him. The boy's face turned beet red and he quickly retreated, slamming the door shut.
'Little pervert.' Adrian thought, amused. 'Now that I know who you truly are… be ready. Soon that little dick of yours is going to end up locked in a chastity cage.'
He gave Ayano's ass one last firm squeeze and leaned in to whisper hotly against her ear. "Go back inside and wait for me. I'll wash up and change first." Ayano nodded, cheeks burning.
She gave him a quick, hungry kiss on the lips before hurrying back to her apartment.
Adrian entered his own unit with a smirk. He took a quick shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and stood in front of the mirror for a moment.
'This is going to be interesting.' He thought as he felt a strong wave of anticipation after his plan worked completely and effortlessly.
After a few minutes of preparation, he walked over to the neighboring door and rang the doorbell.
Takashi opened it. The middle-aged man looked nervous but strangely excited, an awkward yet relieved smile on his face.
"Adrian… Thank you for coming. And for accepting this strange request of mine. I'm really sorry for dragging you into my messed-up fetish," Takashi said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Adrian smiled warmly, the picture of a polite and understanding young man. "No worries at all, Takashi. We're basically like family already with how often I've been helping around here."
Internally, he was grinning madly. 'Hehe… I should be the one thanking you for "willingly" handing your wife over to me.'
Takashi nervously led him inside. As they walked toward the bedroom, Adrian's mind briefly drifted to the reason behind this convenient development.
Over the past days of using Suggestive Words, Adrian had started to understand its biggest limitation. It wasn't just the mild effect or the cooldown. The skill worked more like a subtle nudge on the mind, it made a person more inclined to feel or accept what he suggested, but it's rarely strong enough to take root on its own.
If he wanted something to truly stick, he needed either a strong trigger or consistent reinforcement through real experiences.
In Takashi's case, the trigger had been straightforward. Adrian simply had anonymously sent him a carefully chosen selection of Netorare adult videos over the past week.
The combination of the planted suggestions and the heavy NTR content had done the trick and shaped his mindset. After days of quiet conditioning, this was the result.
Soon they arrived at the bedroom.
Adrian noticed the changes in the bedroom immediately. Multiple small cameras had been set up around the room, all carefully angled toward the large bed in the center.
Ayano was waiting there, wearing a sheer black babydoll nightgown that left almost nothing to the imagination.
The thin, semi-transparent fabric clung to her full, heavy breasts, the deep V-neckline showing deep cleavage and the faint outline of her stiff nipples. The hem barely reached the top of her thighs, teasing the soft curves of her ass and the smooth skin of her legs.
A matching black thong was visible beneath the sheer material.
Takashi explained nervously, voice shaky with arousal. "I… I want to give you two some privacy for the actual act. I'll just listen from the living room and the cameras will record everything… if that's okay with you."
His pants were already tenting noticeably, the outline of his erection clear.
Adrian nodded with a smile. "That's fine."
Takashi turned on the cameras with trembling fingers, then left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
The moment the door shut, the atmosphere in the bedroom became thick with tension and desire.
Ayano looked at Adrian with hungry, devoted eyes, her mature body already trembling with anticipation under the erotic nightgown.
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AN: The nice boat is a meme from school days if you know that game. Just had to explain it lol. Anyway's I should be able to continue with my daily release and I'm finally clearly seeing the way forward on how this story will go.