That evening, the atmosphere inside Owen's house, which had been lifeless for months, was once again filled with laughter and excitement. The despair that had hung over this house like a grey fog had been swept away, replaced by the warm, bright light of a new hope.
In the living room, Damian, with the spark of determination back in his eyes, was energetically helping Julian set the table and prepare drinks. Every movement he made was full of a power and vigor not seen before. The face that was once pale and miserable was now adorned with a constant, wide smile.
And in the kitchen, Clara was in a particularly good mood, making snacks and baking a cake. The sweet scent of vanilla and fresh butter wafted through the house. She hummed a sweet love song softly as she stirred the ingredients in a large glass bowl. Owen came into the kitchen to help her get plates and glasses from a high shelf.
"Let me help you," he said flatly.
"Thanks," she smiled back, meeting his eyes for a split second before turning her attention back to the cake in the oven. But in that brief moment their eyes met, Owen saw a different kind of spark… it was a playfulness laced with seduction.
Clara's personality had begun to change without her realizing it. Because her "Demon Path" score had been increasing over the past few months, perhaps already over 60, she had become bolder when it came to "lewd" things. And if Owen could raise her affection score to 80, he would be able to ask her for sex easily, and she might even be the one to ask for it herself.
As Owen reached up to get the plates from the shelf, Clara deliberately moved closer, as if to grab some spices nearby, causing her warm back to press firmly against his strong chest.
"Oops~ Sorry, Owen~" she apologized in a sweet voice but didn't move away immediately. She remained standing there, letting their bodies touch intimately.
Owen could feel the full softness of her back and her plump, rounded buttocks. It pressed against his stomach and lower body until he could feel the heat seeping through the fabric. He held his breath for a moment before quickly grabbing the plates and stepping back to regain his composure.
But she didn't stop there. Every time they passed each other in the rather cramped kitchen, she would deliberately bump her large hips against his thigh and crotch, periodically sending him a syrupy sweet look laced with the fun she was having teasing him.
Owen's eyebrow twitched slightly at her challenging behavior. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder and spank her ass until she learned her lesson, but he could only suppress the feeling.
Not long after, when all the food and drinks were ready, the four of them sat around the large table in the living room. The atmosphere was filled with true happiness and laughter.
Damian raised his beer glass high, his face flushed with joy. "I'd like to make a toast to my best friend… Owen! Thank you for everything, really, man. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened to my life," he said, his voice trembling with gratitude.
He then began to talk about his various plans to improve Jessica's coffee shop, his eyes sparkling. From improving the menu, to online marketing, to running promotions. Everyone celebrated and was happy for his bright future. That night was filled with the sound of laughter and hope, returned once more.
…..
The atmosphere at the dining table was full of lively conversation and laughter. Everyone was congratulating Damian on his new step in life. Even though it was just a manager position at a small coffee shop compared to the CEO of a large company he used to run, it was the "light" he needed most right now.
"I know it might not seem as grand as before," Damian said with a shy smile, but his eyes were full of determination. "But I promise to do my best. I won't let anyone, especially you, down, Owen."
"Hey~ honey!" Clara interrupted in a bright, slightly louder than usual voice. She raised her wine glass high, her eyes sparkling. "I don't care how grand it is. The most important thing is that I have my old husband back! Not the zombie version of Damian! Who just stares blankly at a computer screen anymore. To the new Damian!"
Her direct and humorous words made Owen and Julian burst out laughing. Only Damian's face turned crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt, for having been so irresponsible and causing his wife so much distress for so long.
After that, the conversation shifted to Owen. He turned to meet the eyes of Julian, who was sitting across from him, and beckoned him over to an empty corner of the sofa.
"Julian, I wanted to ask your advice about something," Owen began in a friendly tone.
"It's… Rosy wants to try earning some extra income on her own. She said she wants to try being a streamer, and she asked me to help teach her," Owen said gently. He deliberately positioned himself as just a "good older brother" offering advice.
In reality, the relationship between Rosy and Julian was more complicated than it appeared on the surface. She hadn't officially broken up with him because Owen had asked her not to, for certain reasons. As for Alicia, Rosy's mother, she didn't know about this either. She had assumed her daughter had already broken up with her ex-boyfriend before getting a new one like Owen. So, from Julian's perspective… Rosy was still his "girlfriend."
So Owen continued, as respectfully as possible, "So I wanted to ask your opinion first. As her boyfriend, are you okay with me and Rosy working on this together? It might mean we have to spend more time together."
Hearing that, Julian's eyes immediately lit up! His heart pounded with the utmost excitement.
'Oh my god! This is even better than I dreamed! Owen and Rosy are going to get closer! They'll get to spend time alone together! Aahh~ I want to see them have a secret, intimate relationship so badly! I want to see Owen pin my Rosy down on the bed and slam his big cock into her while I watch live!' Julian screamed with happiness internally. The dark desire to see his own girlfriend ravaged by his stronger friend had been violently ignited.
He pretended to think for a moment, putting on a serious face as if he were weighing the decision heavily, before replying with a smile that showed his full support. "Of course, Owen! I have no problem at all! It's a good thing that Rosy gets to do what she loves!"
He continued in a fake, excited tone, "But I have one condition… You two have to stream at my place. Because I want to see her stream too. She's going to be a little troublemaker who drives the chat crazy, hahaha."
"Sure, no problem," Owen agreed easily, completely unaware that he was walking right into a trap his best friend had laid… a trap that would allow Julian to watch the scene he desired most up close…
…..
The celebration continued merrily. The sound of Damian's long-unheard laughter echoed through the living room, blending with Julian's lively chatter. But beneath the warm facade… an invisible storm of lust was brewing violently between Owen and Clara.
Clara's advances became more obvious and aggressive with each passing moment. She walked over to serve Owen the freshly baked chocolate cake, its fragrant aroma mouth-watering. But as she bent down to place the plate, she deliberately pretended to trip on the leg of the table.
"Whoops!"
Her entire body fell onto Owen, who was sitting down, with full force! Her massive, soft, and plump breasts, under her V-neck dress, crushed against his shoulder and bicep. Owen could feel their full heat, weight, and the hardened tips of her nipples rubbing against his muscles. The sweet scent of her perfume mixed with her unique body odor drifted into his nose, making him feel dizzy for a moment.
"Oh my! Sorry, Owen. I'm so clumsy~" she quickly got up and apologized with a flushed face, but her eyes shone with a look of unconcealed satisfaction and challenge.
"Hahaha! Be careful, honey," Damian laughed, suspecting nothing, just as Julian smiled at her clumsiness.
But the seduction didn't end there. As she sat down on the sofa next to Damian, she secretly slipped off her high heels before slowly sliding her foot, clad only in a thin black nylon stocking, under the table. She gently caressed Owen's calf before slithering higher, stopping at his crotch, as he sat opposite her.
Owen flinched slightly. He tried to move away and sent her a stern look to warn her off, but she wasn't scared in the slightest. She smiled back tantalizingly, a challenging look. The tip of her toes continued to circle and grind against his cock through the fabric of his jeans, until it began to harden uncontrollably.
Owen's patience was nearing its limit… and then, the breaking point arrived.
Clank!
Clara pretended to drop her dessert spoon on the floor near Owen's feet.
"Oh dear~ Seems my hands are a little slippery…" she said innocently, before bending down to crawl under the table to get it, under the unsuspecting eyes of Damian and Julian.
But what happened under the table was far from innocent…
The moment her head was under the table and out of everyone's sight, her mischievous hand didn't wait. It shot out to caress and grip the hard, bulging cock that was straining against his pants, forcefully and without fear!
Owen gritted his teeth, his entire body tensing. He could feel her nails deliberately scratching his shaft through the fabric. It was the last straw… He would have to teach her a real lesson! And just as his patience was about to snap, the familiar power responded to the high-pressure situation.
Ting!~
The translucent blue screen flashed to life in his mind, offering a choice that was both dangerous and sweet.
…..
[1. Warn her off politely. Grab her hand, give her a light, stern look, and whisper for her to stop playing around. (Affection +1, Angel Path +1, Clara will stop, but the sexual tension will remain.)]
[2. Pretend to spill a drink on her, then play the part of helping her clean up in the bathroom, in order to punish her for what she did to you. (Affection +1, Demon Path +5, Clara will reluctantly give you oral sex.)]
[3. Push her hand away forcefully, showing your clear displeasure and getting up to leave. (Affection -5, Clara will feel ashamed and regretful.)]
…..
Owen quickly scanned the options… The Angel Path was no longer his way, and making her regret it wasn't what he wanted either… That left only one path. The path she herself had laid for him.
As Clara crawled out from under the table and was about to eat her dessert with a victor's smile, Owen shot to his feet. His decision was firm and cold.
"I'll go get us some more juice," he said flatly, then walked to the bar counter to pour the drinks. And as he was walking back to the table…
SPLASH!
Owen deliberately pretended to trip over his own feet, causing the glass of bright red juice in his hand to "accidentally" spill all over Clara's lap and light-colored dress, soaking it in a wide circle. The cold liquid made her jump.
"Ah! Sorry, Clara! I'm so sorry!" he put on a big show of apologizing. "Damn it! Your dress is all wet. Come on, I'll help you clean it up in the bathroom."
He didn't wait for her to refuse or for anyone to protest. Owen grabbed the stunned Clara's wrist and pulled her to her feet. He turned to the other two with a guilty look. "We'll be right back!"
Before dragging her straight to the bathroom to begin the "punishment" she herself had started…
BANG!
Owen pushed Clara's body into the bathroom so hard she stumbled against the cold tiled wall. Before he followed her in and locked the door with a loud Click!
The sound was like a signal, completely cutting them off from the outside world. The warm atmosphere and laughter from the living room vanished instantly, leaving only an uncomfortable silence and the cold, white light of the neon bulb shining down.
Owen's kind, friendly expression was completely gone, replaced by a gaze that was as cold and aggressive as a predator staring at its prey. Clara, seeing that kind of look for the first time, trembled with a mixture of dangerous excitement and a little guilt for teasing him too much.
He didn't say a single word…
Zzzzip…
The sound of his jeans zipper being pulled down was slow yet heavy. Every moment of it echoed in Clara's senses. Owen pulled out his massive, 12-inch cock, which was so hard it was pointing right at her face. The heat and bulging veins on it looked extremely formidable under the white light of the bathroom. The flared, crimson head of it was beaded with clear precum, a testament to the arousal he had tried to suppress.
He stared deep into her trembling eyes before giving a command, his voice firm and cold.
"Since you're the one who started this… take responsibility for it, Clara… Suck it for me, now!"
Clara's eyes widened in shock. She never thought he would go this far. She feigned shyness and fear, turning her face away, trying not to look at the hot piece of flesh before her.
"We… we shouldn't go any further, Owen," she said, her voice trembling. "I… I was just playing around."
But her acting was far from convincing… Even though she was looking away, the corner of her eye was still sneaking glances at his large cock. Her face was flushed to her ears, and she let out a loud Gulp as she swallowed, unable to hide her desire.
Owen gave a cold smirk. He didn't fall for her act for a second. He took another step closer to her.
"But you're the one who started this, Clara," he emphasized each word. "So… suck… it… now…"
He paused for a moment, letting the pressure and the heat from his shaft do the work. "…Otherwise, you have no right to leave this room. Or would you rather Damian start to wonder why we're in the bathroom together for an unusually long time?"
The threat worked perfectly… It was an ultimatum she could no longer refuse…
Clara closed her eyes in submission before slowly turning back to face him. She slowly knelt down on the cold tiled floor… accepting defeat in the game she herself had started…
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