The stew steamed between them. Alden had already picked up his spoon, chatting lightly as Eleanor sat across from Kyle.
At first glance, everything seemed normal.
But Kyle noticed the details.
Eleanor's cheeks flushed faintly, a shade deeper than before. She shifted restlessly, adjusting her posture as if she couldn't quite settle. Her fingers tightened around her spoon, then loosened again.
Her gaze lingered on the stew a moment too long, as if her mind were elsewhere.
Kyle summoned her status screen.
[Name: Eleanor]
[Strength: 4 | Intelligence: 9 | Endurance: 5 | Agility: 6 | Mana: 0]
[Affection: 24%]
His lips twitched slightly. `Her affection... The massage raised her affection more than I expected.`
He turned his gaze to Alden and revealed his status screen.
[Name: Alden]
[Strength: 6 | Intelligence: 8 | Endurance: 9 | Agility: 4 | Mana: 0]
[Affection: 17%]
`Even Alden's affection increased... Not by much, but enough.` He smiled slightly. `This will make things easier.`
Alden frowned slightly, watching Eleanor. "You all right, love? You seem a bit distant today."
Eleanor flinched, as if his voice had pulled her back from somewhere else.
"I'm... I'm fine," she said, forcing a small smile. "Just... tired, I guess."
Kyle leaned back casually. "She's been tense since this morning. I gave her a little massage earlier."
Eleanor trembled as she remembered the "massage."
Alden laughed warmly. "Is that so? I didn't know you had that kind of skill."
"Y-yes," Eleanor added quickly, avoiding Kyle's eyes. "He was... surprisingly good."
Kyle chuckled. "I just did what I could."
He watched her shift in her seat again, breathing just a little faster than before.
The effect was constant—not overwhelming, yet impossible to ignore.
As the meal went on, Kyle naturally guided the conversation, asking about the village, hunting routes and other small things to keep Alden engaged.
Then, as if it were just another idle thought—
"So, how long have you two been married?"
Alden's expression softened. "Hmm... It must be over ten years now."
Eleanor nodded. "Time moves faster than you expect."
"Over ten years?" Kyle tilted his head. "Then... do you have children?"
The room went quiet.
Alden's smile faded slightly. "No... unfortunately."
Eleanor lowered her gaze. "We were never blessed with any."
Kyle traced the curve of Eleanor's lower belly with his gaze, imagining her hips arched, her thighs trembling, and his seed spilling from where Alden's efforts had failed.
`Never blessed with children? Don't worry.` He suppressed a smirk. `I'll make sure to pump your pussy full... Until it drips down your legs.`
Then, he sighed sympathetically. "That's... unfortunate."
Eleanor flinched. Her face blushed, and she began to breathe rapidly, while her nipples poked through the dress. It was clear that she had reached her limit.
Kyle watched the tremor in her hands, focusing on every move quietly. Then, suddenly—
Eleanor stood abruptly and pushed the chair back. "I—I need air."
Kyle tracked her exit—the sway of her ass, her faltering steps, the way her hand slid down to her lower belly as if to soothe an ache.
He didn't say anything, but his smile grew wider.
---
At night, moonlight bled through the curtains, striping the bed where Eleanor lay tangled in sweat-damp sheets. Alden lay with his back turned to her, his breathing steady, already deep in sleep.
Eleanor stared at the ceiling, her body restless beneath the thin sheets. She wore no bra, only a sheer nightgown and thin underwear that covered her wet pussy.
`Why... does my body feel so hot?`
She shifted, thighs pressing together, then apart again. No matter how she moved, the sensation wouldn't fade.
It had been hours since the massage. Yet her skin remembered every touch: his thumbs circling her breasts, the cruel pinch of her nipples, and that explosion of pleasure against the counter.
`How shameful... I came from a massage in front of him.`
Heat pooled between her thighs. She slid a hand beneath her underwear, fingertips brushing her clit.
A sudden wave of pleasure surged through her. She tried to hold on to the feeling, but it faded away.
`Come on..` She rubbed harder, hips lifting off the mattress.
Alden grunted in his sleep, rolling onto his side.
Eleanor froze, heart pounding. She looked at his back for a moment, hesitating, then made up her mind. Her hand brushed his shoulder.
"Alden.." she whispered softly. "I want to... have sex."
He stirred, but didn't turn. "Mmphf... Not now, honey." he uttered sleepily.
"I'm tired."
Eleanor frowned, her chest tightened. She rolled to her edge of the bed, spreading her legs and plunging her fingers into her slickness.
She began to moan. One of her hands was moving roughly over her pussy, entering it and caressing her clitoris. While the other hand was fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples.
But the more she rubbed—faster, meaner, the further orgasm slipped away.
At that moment, all that was on her mind were memories of the morning massage, and one name stuck in her mind... Kyle.
The hours dragged on. By first light, Eleanor lay spent, thighs glazed, pussy and nipples were swollen and wet.