Kyle woke up with his cock already straining against the blanket, morning wood throbbing from dreams of Eleanor bent over the bed, her ass jiggling as he rammed into her from behind.
"Damn... I can't keep going like this." He muttered. "I need to get her under my control quickly."
He swung his legs off the bed and headed downstairs. But before he reached the bottom of the stairs—
"Ah~ ♥"
A faint moan froze him mid-step.
`Is that... a moan?`
His pulse quickened as he descended the stairs more carefully now. The moans grew louder with each step.
By the time he reached the ground floor, he realized that the moaning was coming from the kitchen, so he quietly made his way there.
When he reached the kitchen, he peered around the doorframe.
His eyes widened as he nearly choked.
In the kitchen, Eleanor was standing, bracing her back against the counter. One hand clutched her skirt up to her waist, revealing black lace soaked underwear clinging to her sopping pussy.
Her legs spread wide, unsteady. Her pussy juices glistened down her inner thighs, dripping slowly on the floor.
But it wasn't her trembling thighs or the soaked underwear that stole Kyle's breath.
It was the fucking carrot!
Her other hand was holding a big carrot, moving it through her soaked underwear. She pressed the carrot against her clit and pussy and rubbed it in frantic circles, hard and fast.
"Nghh~!" Her moans filled the kitchen while her expressions were lewd.
Kyle was shocked. His penis was even more shocked, as it grew even harder than before
`Well... I didn't expect this.`
He watched her for a long moment before instinctively summoning her status screen.
[Name: Eleanor]
[Strength: 4 | Intelligence: 9 | Endurance: 5 | Agility: 6 | Mana: 0]
[Affection: 31%]
Then suddenly, before Kyle could even examine her stats—
[Eleanor's Affection: 31% → 32%]
Kyle blinked. `Wait... did her affection just increase?`
He focused on the number, then focused on Eleanor, then refocused on the number.
`Is she thinking about me right now?` A slow grin spread across his face.
The realization sent a thrill through him. The whole situation had gone far beyond his expectations, but that didn't mean he didn't like it.
`This is better than I expected... But If I leave her like this, she won't stop.`
Kyle let out a slow breath and stepped forward, deliberately making noise as he entered the kitchen. He yawned exaggeratedly, rubbing at his eyes.
"Morning."
Eleanor jolted as if struck by lightning. Her hands moved in a blur—skirt dropping back into place, posture straightening far too quickly. She turned toward him, her face burning red.
"G-good morning! I—I was just… preparing breakfast!" she stammered.
She tried to look natural, but the floor was shining with drips of her pussy fluids and her nipples were clearly visible through fabric of her dress.
Especially the carrot in her hand, its tip glistening with her pussy juices.
Kyle tilted his head slightly, pretending not to notice anything unusual as he walked past her and took a seat at the table.
Then, he gestured toward the carrot in her hand, which she had been rubbing against her pussy moments before.
"This carrot—"
"I—I was going to eat it!"
she quickly interrupted him, put the carrot in her mouth, and took a bite from the end slick with her fluids.
Kyle's lips trembled as he tried hard to suppress his laughter.
"I think it's delicious, isn't it?"
"Y-yes, you are right."
She forced a smile as her thoughts were racing.
`Did he hear me? Did he see anything?`
Lust was gradually overpowering her embarrassment. The idea of him seeing her like that sent another wave of heat through her, sharp enough to make her knees feel weak.
She busied herself preparing breakfast, moving around the kitchen. Kyle watched quietly, pretending to focus on the table while studying her in the corner of his vision.
`She's far worse than yesterday.`
It wasn't subtle anymore. Her movements were slow but lustful, as if she wanted to seduce Kyle.
She was bending over a lot in front of him when she placed the dishes on the table, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She was turning her butt toward him and jiggling it lewdly when she tried to reach the dishes at the top.
Like a female in mating season.
Finally, she sat across from him, thighs pressed together tightly. She was struggling to appear composed as they began to eat.
Kyle took a bite, then spoke casually. "Need anything from the market? I'm heading out soon."
Eleanor blinked, clearly startled by the question.
"Oh... n-no," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't need anything."
Kyle nodded. "Alright."
A short while later, he stood abruptly, chair screeching. "I'll be back soon."
His hand grazed her shoulder as he passed, fingers dipping beneath her collar to trace her feverish skin. "Rest up, Eleanor. You seem... restless."
She shuddered, a whimper catching in her throat.
She turned, watching him leave. Her eyes followed his back until the door closed behind him.
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kyle followed the dirt road toward the village in a noticeably better mood, whistling a tune that clashed with the crude thoughts racing through his mind.
`Eleanor's soaked pussy... that carrot... and now her attempts to tempt me at breakfast. Only a small push remains, and she will fall under my control.`
His cock twitched at the memory, but he forced his focus back to the task: securing a weapon.
The real reason he had gone out wasn't to wander around. It was preparation for the next hunt.
`I need to buy a dagger... sword isn't practical for hunting, plus I don't even know how to use it.`
He remembered asking Alden yesterday where to buy weapons in the village. Alden had told him there was only a single blacksmith.
Before long, Kyle reached the village proper and followed Alden's directions until the steady clang of metal against metal reached his ears.
The blacksmith's shop was small and sturdy, its stone walls darkened by years of smoke and heat. A handful of swords, spears, and crude hunting tools hung from the walls—nothing extraordinary, but everything looked solid and well-used.
Kyle stepped inside.
But it wasn't the weapons that caught his attention.
"Garrick? Luna?"
The two were standing near the counter, quietly arguing over a bundle of gear.
They both turned at the same time.
"Kyle?" Garrick broke into a grin. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Hey!" Luna waved cheerfully. "What brings you to the forge?"
"I'm looking for something suitable for hunting," Kyle replied. "What about you two?"
"We're gearing up for tomorrow, another hunt." Luna said. "We plan to go deeper into the forest."
Garrick nodded. "Figured we'd restock before heading out."
Before Kyle could respond, heavy footsteps approached from the back of the shop.
An old man emerged—short, broad, and solid like a block of iron. His arms were thick with muscle despite his age, with a beard gray as ash.
He wiped his hands on a leather apron and squinted at Kyle.
"Well now... you must be that boy living in the mayor's house."
Kyle blinked. "You know me?"
The old man laughed, a rough but friendly sound. "In a village this small? Everyone knows everyone."
He reached out his hand. "Name is Bram. The only blacksmith you'll find around here."
Kyle shook his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kyle."
"So," Bram said, already turning toward the weapon rack, "what're you looking for?"
"A dagger," Kyle answered. "Something practical for hunting."
"Good choice," Bram muttered approvingly.
He rummaged briefly before pulling out a simple but well-balanced dagger. The blade was clean, sturdy, and clearly meant to last.
Kyle tested the weight in his hand. "This feels perfect."
"I'll give you a fair price," Bram said. "Eight bronze coins."
Kyle nodded and paid without hesitation.
`That leaves me with nine bronze... manageable.`
As Bram wrapped the dagger, Garrick stepped closer.
"By the way," he said casually, "since you're preparing to hunt... why not join us?"
Luna nodded. "You did great last time."
Kyle hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "I'd like that... I'm still inexperienced, but I'll do my best."
"Good," Garrick said. "We leave tomorrow morning."
As they exchanged a few more words, a thought occurred to Kyle.
`Come to think of it... I've never checked their status screen.`
He refocused on Garrick and Luna. And without another word, he summoned their status screens.