"Mya, w—what's gotten into you?"
Not responding, Mya took Stiletto's soft cock into her mouth, her lips sealing warm and tight around the head. A slight groan escaped him as he began to swell almost immediately, thickening against her tongue.
It grew hard fast under her insistent suction, but Stiletto gripped the sink edge and spoke again. "Mya. Speak."
She kept stroking the base with one hand while her mouth worked the growing shaft, slurping messily around it. "Sowee," she mumbled, the word garbled by his length.
With a wet pop, she pulled off, breathing ragged as she looked up. "I wanted to get to the root of the problem first, Young Master. I'm sure the tea seeped all the way through."
Stiletto blinked, taking in her clearly crazed face—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed—as she dove back down, sucking him deeper. He stifled another groan and activated {Watchful Eye}.
'Bullshit'
-----
[Watchful Eye]
(Mya Caster)
Stage: 1
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'5
Favorability: 100/100
("I'm so frustrated... fuck! Never mind that—just focus on this. Gods... he's so tasty. This is all I need.")
-----
At the same time, Mya muttered around his cock, her free hand slipping under her long dress to touch herself. "Fucking idiot... scumbag... ugly bastard..."
Stiletto raised an eyebrow, then gripped her hair and yanked her off with a slick pop. His cock stood rock-solid now, glistening despite his concerned expression. "Explain..."
Her gaze averted, but he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. She blushed deeply, and he continued, his expression laced with worry. "We're both in the bathroom that you and your husband share—James and your daughter still under the same roof—and you're on your knees. Mya..."
Mya caught it and lowered her head again for a brief moment as he released her chin. She seemed to finally register her own recklessness, voice trembling. "After all that arguing with him... it only took the promise of money for James to agree. Not even five seconds." Tears welled in her silver eyes as she continued. "After everything I've done for that man—years of putting up with his laziness, his indifference—he just accepts it for a paycheck? His wife is leaving for another city, gods know how long, and that's all it takes?!" Her breath hitched. "Did I mean nothing to him all this time?"
She wiped at her eyes, frustration twisting her features. "I'm not even mad at James anymore—my love for him went cold ages ago. I'm furious at myself. For wasting so much time, for thinking I could fix it." Her tears dried up as resolve hardened her gaze, and she began fingering herself harder, stroking Stiletto's cock with renewed vigor. "Does that bastard see me as nothing more than a bank?!" She spat. "FUCK—I'll show him!"
Then, she looked up at him, eyes wild and crazed as she whimpered. "Stiletto, please just let this happen. I don't care anymore."
Stiletto's hips bucked into her hand as she stroked, but he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering a warm smile. "It's going to be okay, Mya." After a brief pause, a grin formed. "But what if he catches us?"
The married woman simply moaned, fingers working furiously between her legs. "I wish that fucker would try and stop us! Nothing could pull me away from your cock right now."
Stiletto's heart beat faster at her defiance. "And your daughter?"
That gave her a second's pause, but she kept stroking, undeterred. "We'll just have to cross that road when we get there." Mya then let out a throaty chuckle, her lips brushing his leaking tip, the shaft twitching against her breath. "For now, all I want is to taste this~"
She dove back down, sucking harder than she ever had—lips stretching tight around his girth, tongue swirling relentlessly over the sensitive underside. Stiletto couldn't help but throw his head back, a low groan rumbling from his chest. Around his sloppy cock, she mumbled praises, voice vibrating through him. "Tastes so good—mmMhnnH—feels perfect in my mouth—NnngH—my favorite thing..."
Then, suddenly, she yelped as he yanked her off by the hair, lifting her to her feet in one fluid motion. In a split second, their positions flipped—Mya bent over the counter, her hands bracing against the sink. Stiletto's hard cock pressed against her fleshy ass through the soft gray dress, grinding slow and deliberate. She arched back into him instinctively as he leaned in, whispering hot against her ear. "I'm glad, but... I want your other lips to taste me right now~"
He growled lowly. "Can you feel it?"
Her hot breath fogged the mirror in front of her as she nodded frantically. "Oh gods~"
Mya kept fingering herself, not stopping for a second—a bead of her wetness splashing onto the floor. Stiletto wiggled his hips, hands wrapping around her waist. "It's been like this. Hard under the table the whole time. Because of you~"
Stiletto bit her neck softly, eliciting a shiver, then reached down to grab her hand, stopping her frantic motions. "Stop that, Mya. Let me handle it. You trust me, right~?"
Lost in pleasure, she quivered beneath him. "Y—Yes. Pl—please~"
He then replaced her fingers, rubbing her clit in slow, firm circles. "That's my girl~"
Almost immediately, her whole body spasmed, eyes rolling up in the mirror's reflection as she reached her climax. "NNGhhG—?!"
He wasted no time, planting a soft kiss on her shoulder as she shook before sliding the thin straps of her dress off her fragile shoulders. With a single swipe, he hiked the top half down—her large breasts bouncing free, heavy and swaying.
Stiletto's eyes slid to the mole sitting diagonally from her right nipple in the mirror. He grinned. "No bra, huh? I suspected as much—Mya, you naughty girl~"
Mya only ground harder against him, her hips rolling in slow, desperate circles that dragged her soaked folds along the underside of his cock through the thin barrier of her dress. The friction made her thighs tremble, and Stiletto felt the newly fresh heat of her arousal seeping through the fabric, coating his shaft in slick warmth.
Seeing her state, he continued. "You must have subconsciously expected—and wanted—this beforehand~"
She didn't defend herself, didn't even try. Instead, she let out a husky, broken whimper and begged. "T—touch them. They're yours."
Another thick drop of her wetness splashed onto the floor between her feet, the soft pat audible in the quiet bathroom. Stiletto's heartbeat thundered in his ears, blood roaring south. 'This woman…'
He complied without hesitation, both hands sliding up to cup her heavy breasts. His fingers sank deep into the soft, warm flesh, kneading firmly while his thumbs brushed slow, deliberate circles over her hardened nipples. They pebbled tighter under the attention, pert and straining. Mya's head fell forward, a loud, throaty moan spilling out—raw and unrestrained, echoing sharply off the walls.
Stiletto clamped his hand over her mouth in an instant, palm sealing tight against her lips. "Quiet," he murmured, half growl, half laugh. "We can't get caught before the good part, can we~?"
Mya's silver eyes met his in the fogging mirror—wide, glassy with desire and something softer, more vulnerable. She nodded cutely against his hand, muffled whimpers vibrating into his palm like tiny pleas. Her body trembled, thighs quivering as she fought to stay still while grinding back against him in tiny, helpless jerks.
Grinning, Stiletto held her gaze a second longer, then slowly removed his hand from her mouth. His other hand left her breast with a final, possessive squeeze that made her gasp. Then he stepped back just enough to tug his white T-shirt over his head in one smooth motion.
"Don't move," he commanded, voice low and absolute.
She obeyed, trembling as he slid the rest of her dress down her hips, pooling it at her feet along with her panties. Reassuming his position behind her, he brought his cock down on her meaty ass, watching it jiggle. In the mirror, her eyes burned with pure desire, her body shuddering beneath him.
He began to line up at her entrance, the slick heat of her pussy brushing his tip—when she exclaimed. "Wait!"
Stiletto paused as she looked at him in the mirror, breath shallow, the glass blurring at the edges from the heat. Her face was red, voice high-pitched and nervous. "I—I want to hear you say it."
He raised an eyebrow, confused.
Seeing he still didn't understand, she continued, barely above a whisper. "T—that you... you love me."
Stiletto's heart dropped.
His entire time in this new world, he'd questioned if loving someone was wise. After all, he planned on building a harem, and love could breed favoritism, unraveling everything. If he fell harder for one over the others, jealousy could destroy it all. And yet...
He yearned for it.
Back on Earth, he never had the opportunity to feel a mutual love. Aunt Winona had come closest—steady, caring—but it was never the real thing, never the fire that burned both ways. Maybe his heart had simply sealed itself shut after years of being denied what every other kid his age took for granted, but truthfully... he was just scared.
Love.
What if he said it and felt nothing? What if love simply wasn't for him? What if...
Suddenly, Mya broke him from his thoughts, noticing his distraught expression in the mirror. Her voice cracked higher, words spilling in a flustered rush. "S—sorry! It—it's just that you made me confess in the carriage and so I wanted to hear the same thing back. Of course, you don't have to say it, it's just that it felt right in the moment. Y'know, you haven't really ever announced out loud how you feel about me—oh! S—sorry again, I'm ju—just rambling now, forget I said anything, we can keep going—"
"Pfft—"
Stiletto cut her off with a rich, deep laugh from the bottom of his stomach—so genuine it brought a tear to his eye, which he wiped away. 'Seriously! How is this woman so bold one minute and then acts like a flustered kid the next? She's so...'
He finished aloud. "...cute."
Mya blushed deeper, averting her gaze as she recovered from her outburst. Stiletto ignored her, exhaling.
'Oh, that's right...'
The woman trembling beneath him was adorable to him. This was the same woman who'd met his every need since he arrived, the one he'd lost his virginity to, the one staking her life on him. The same who, despite her insecurities and possessiveness, accepted his greed for more women. But more than anything... Mya was the first person ever to confess her love to him. Yeah... he could say it. He could mean it. After all...
Why else would his heart be thundering like this?
"Look at me," Stiletto muttered.
Mya returned her gaze to the mirror.
He shook his head. "No. Not like that."
Reaching for her chin, he turned her face to him, leaning over so their breaths mingled, faces inches apart. He took a deep breath, feeling her body thrum against his cock still pressed between her asscheeks, their skin sticky with sweat. Then he smiled—the brightest, most genuine one from the depths of his soul, lips trembling slightly.
"Mya Caster..." His smile widened. "I love you."
Silence fell, broken only by their ragged breaths.
'Ahh... this must be it. This feeling.'
It was no lie.