Luke finished his lunch and told his mother he’d be heading over to help Dalia with her treatnt.
"Are you sure, son? You must be tired," she said gently, concern softening her voice. "You should rest."
He shook his head. "It’s okay, Mom. I’m rested now. I already missed yesterday—I don’t want to leave her waiting another day."
Monica searched his face for a mont, then gave a small, knowing nod. She understood. Stopping Dalia’s treatnt halfway would undo all the progress, and after everything the poor woman had endured for so long, leaving her unfinished felt almost cruel.
She sighed softly. "Alright then, go. But promise you’ll rest a little before you report to the chief, okay?" Rising from her chair, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair with tender affection, smoothing it back the way she always used to when he was younger.
Luke smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. As she turned to leave the kitchen, his gaze dropped. The way her hips swayed, the perfect, ripe curve of her ass flexing beneath the thin fabric with every step—God, it never failed to stir him. A quiet hunger curled low in his belly. He wanted nothing more than to pull her back, press her against the counter, and lose himself in her for hours.
But not yet.
Right now, another woman was waiting, and she was already burning for him.
He stood, mind already racing ahead to the slick heat he knew he’d find between Dalia’s thighs, to the way her body would tremble under his fingers. Just as he took his first step toward the hallway, the system chid in his head, interrupting him
[Quest: Make the target Dalia jerk you off.]
[Reward: 50 SP, Anal Plug]
Luke froze mid-stride.
The words hung there, bold and filthy. Jerk him off. That ant her small, eager hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him while he worked her pussy with his fingers—both of them chasing release together, no barriers, no pretending it was only "treatnt."
His pulse kicked hard. He hadn’t planned to push things this far with her yet. He’d wanted to keep her simring, desperate, aching for real cock until she was begging to be filled. But fifty system points... and especially after he had spent so much recently... the temptation was too sharp to ignore.
He bit the inside of his cheek, mind spinning through logistics, risks, excuses. Then he exhaled slowly.
Fine. Let’s see how far she’s willing to go.
Without bothering to knock, he pushed the door open.
Dalia was pacing the length of the room like a caged animal, barefoot, hair slightly mussed, cheeks already flushed with restless heat. The mont she saw him her whole body stilled. Relief and hunger flashed across her face in equal asure.
"You took your sweet ti with the food," she said, voice low, edged with accusation and sothing dangerously close to a whine.
Luke closed the door behind him, letting the latch click shut with quiet finality. He leaned back against it, eyes roaming over her—over the way her thin top clung to the stiff peaks of her nipples, over the subtle clench of her thighs as she tried to ease the throb between them.
"I knew you were going to wear out later," he said, letting his voice drop into that slow, teasing register she couldn’t resist. "Figured I’d need the extra fuel."
Her eyes narrowed, but the protest died before it could form. She was too wound up, too empty. Two full days without release had left her raw, sensitive, every nerve ending screaming for contact.
She shifted her weight again, unconsciously pressing her thighs together, and the tiny motion made Luke’s cock twitch behind his zipper.
He grinned at her and then asked, "Before we start today I need a few answers correctly or I won’t be able to continue this treatnt."
Dalia panicked slightly, "What? But my mate is paying you..."
"Do you think soone who can earn hundred of toras in a single day of hunting would care about a few coins your mate has to offer?"
Dalia turned silent as he added, "I am doing it just because I want to help. So stop being dramatic and tell ; when was the last ti you and Lex mated?"
Dalia’s eyes widened at the question, "What kind of question is that?"
"Isn’t it the dic role to ask every single detail regarding what might be their patient’s condition? Since your body is producing an unnatural amount of secretion, it’s obvious I would like to know how often you let him enter you."
Dalia couldn’t believe she was hearing this question from soone so younger than her and not anyone but her mate’s brother.
But what he said was true. Her body was behaving strangely and it had to be connected with their mating cycle.
Although embarrassed, she told him, "We have done it on the final cultivation day and have done it four tis since we beca mates."
"..." Luke was stunned and frustrated at his idiot brother. The cultivation festival was almost fifty days ago.
Having a bombshell of a wife and not fucking her senseless for two months...yes, the n of this world are brain dead when it cos to sex.
But now, he was here for her.
"Hmm...Dalia. Tell more about your experiences like how long those sessions lasted before you stopped."
Stealing her gaze away, she said, "He released once inside last ti before we stopped. He couldn’t do it anymore."
Luke nodded, "Now I understand what the problem is."
Dalia humd in question, "What do you an?"
"It’s with Lex. He couldn’t keep going for longer which caused this problem your body is suffering from."
Then, Luke walked closer to his dear sister-in-law, rested his hand on her shoulder before speaking, "But don’t worry, I have a solution for that. I will show you how to have a man desire you repeatedly."
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