Olive stood there, dripping wet from the rain, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Lord Devon, but I need a place to dry off."
Devon eyed her curiously, his brow furrowing. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone firm yet polite.
She straightened up, water pooling at her feet on the polished wooden floor.
"I'm Olive Fredrick," she replied, her words rushing out. "I'm visiting my sister's house. I'm from down in the town, but I can't continue my journey. My horse slipped on a muddy slope and bolted away, taking my bag with all my money too."
Devon's expression softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said gently. He glanced at her soaked dress clinging to her skin, then nodded. "Let me get you something to change into."
He turned and walked to the other side of the the room, his footsteps echoing softly down the hall.
The room was simple in every detail yet exquisite, with walls adorned in soft shades of green that evoked a sense of calm forest depths. Heavy emerald curtains framed the windows, swaying lightly in the draft, while matching sheets draped the large bed like a lush meadow. Olive wandered closer to the shelves, her fingers brushing the cool porcelain of figurines depicting stern human heads, their eyes seeming to follow her. Nearby, paintings of wild animals prowling through misty horizons and vast sunsets hung on the walls, their colors vivid under the warm lamp light. But a the shutting of a door startled her.
Devon returned moments later, holding a large men's shirt and trousers folded neatly in his arms.
"You must be a skilled horse rider," he remarked with a slight smile, handing her the clothes. The fabric felt soft and dry against her cold hands.
He stepped back respectfully. "I'll give you some space to change," he said, walking towards the other side of the room that housed a door.
But before he could reach, her voice called out in less than twenty seconds. "Lord Devon, could you help me? I need assistance unhooking the cord of my corset from behind."
Devon hesitated, his hand pausing on the doorknob. Reluctantly, he approached, his fingers fumbling slightly with the wet laces as he worked from behind her. The room felt warmer now, the closeness amplifying the sound of her steady breathing.
Once unhooked, he quickly turned away, facing the wall to give her privacy.
Suddenly, a glowing system HUD materialized in his vision.
[New mission]
[Fuck Olive Fredrick.]
[Reward: carnal points and system shop Gemstone.]
Devon flinched, his heart skipping a beat.
'How can the system tell me to fuck her with all these rules restricting that? And a system shop gemstone on top of it?' he thought, his mind racing with confusion and intrigue.
The HUD flickered again.
[Session would not be counted]
[Fucking Olive is crucial to quest!]
'This system can't be serious,' Devon mused inwardly, shaking his head slightly.
Still skeptical, he decided to engage her in conversation to buy time.
"So, you've been riding horses for a while?" he asked, his voice casual as he kept his back turned.
"Yes," she replied, the rustle of fabric indicating she was dressing. "I've been riding since I was a teenager. My family raises animals for travel—horses, donkeys, and the like. It's second nature to me now."
Devon nodded, though she couldn't see it. "It's risky for a lady to ride alone like that," he said thoughtfully. "I don't mind taking you to your sister's place."
She responded quickly, her tone firm. "No, that's not necessary. I don't want to inconvenience you."
'What a slut—she really wants to have her way with me tonight,' Devon thought, a smirk tugging at his lips despite his doubts.
He turned slowly to face her. "It's no inconvenience, really. I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable in my suite."
Olive met his gaze, her eyes sparkling in the lamplight. "I wouldn't mind passing the night with you, Lord Devon. I believe I'm safe here," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of invitation.
The oversized shirt and trousers hung loosely on her frame, the fabric swaying as her boobs dangled majestically from side to side. Her nipples pressed against the thin material, visible in the glow of the Larntern.
In that instant, she rushed forward and grabbed him from behind, her arms wrapping around his waist as she pressed close, her body warm against his back. She was almost sobbing, her voice pleading. "Please don't send me back yet. Just let me stay the night."
Devon startled at the sudden contact, but as her hands caressed his chest and trailed down to his firm abs, a rush of arousal surged through him, his skin tingling under her touch.
"Okay, I can spare just one night," he said, his voice steady as he gently turned around and removed her hands from his body.
'This is so sketchy. What if she's some kind of witch and this is a test?' he pondered, eyeing her warily.
"Okay, just a night," he repeated aloud, turning fully to face her. The shirt had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of her upper breasts, the skin flushed and inviting in the dim light.
Then, without warning, she leaped toward him, planting a deep kiss on his lips. Her mouth was soft and urgent, the taste of rain and desperation mingling. She pulled away abruptly, her cheeks reddening. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
The system chimed in his mind once more.
[Fuck Olive Fredrick.]
[Critical to mission.]
Devon brushed it off with a chuckle.
"It's okay. A lot of women would do the same if given the chance." He gestured toward the bed. "We should turn in for the night."
He walked over and pointed to the plush mattress. "You can take the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."
She sat down reluctantly, her fingers tracing the soft, warm sheets, admiring their luxurious texture against her skin.
Devon moved to the lamp on the wall opposite the couch and twisted it off, plunging that corner into shadow. Three lamps remained lit, casting a golden hue over the room, highlighting the green accents and creating intimate pockets of light.
As he headed back to the couch, the HUD appeared again.
[New mission: Fuck Olive Fredrick.]
[Failure to comply would result in Deranking and reduction of physical core attributes.]
'You got to be kidding me,' Devon thought, freezing in place.
'Yes, Devon, you have to comply, or there will be consequences,' the system responded in his mind.
Changing course, he approached the bed.
"Actually, let's share the bed," he suggested, his voice low.
Olive scooted over with an excited grin, her eyes lighting up. "I'm glad to be in the same bed as the great Devon Traventis, the hero of the land," she said eagerly. "I'd do anything to serve you and repay your kindness."
He settled beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. "Then show me your appreciation," he replied, his tone challenging yet playful.
Without hesitation, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. "I'll make you remember me," she promised, her breath warm against his face.
She leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips, deeper this time, her tongue exploring with intent. Devon noted how she salivated generously, leaving his mouth slick and watery, the sensation was messy and intoxicating.
Her hands tugged down his trousers, freeing his cock. The 19cm dick made her widen her mouth in shock.
When she saw its girth, she gasped, her eyes widening. "If I'd known Lord Devon was this big, I would have come sooner," she exclaimed, her voice husky with desire.
She lowered her head, licking the length of him slowly, making Devon flinch at the wet, teasing contact.
Then she moved to his balls, her tongue swirling around his two fat sacks leaving traces of wetness.
'What a slut.' Devon though to himself as he grinned outwardly.
She murmured, "What large balls you have, Lord Devon. You will have many children." Her mouth was full of spit, the words muffled and slippery.
The remaining lights illuminated her features, casting shadows that accentuated her medium-sized breasts as they dangled with each movement. The rhythmic sounds filled the room.
Sluurrp! Shlarrk! Slllrrr! Slurrp! Slurrp!
Devon jerked with every movement, his movements unsure as he placed his palms gently on her head.
"Mmh, keep going—yeah, just like that,"
Devon encouraged, his voice rough, pleasure building like a warm wave through his body.
'What a nasty slut. I wonder if she has a husband—he must be a lucky man, but not too lucky tonight, hehe,' he thought, a wicked grin forming.
Slurrp! Slurrp! Slurbb! Blurrgh! Grrlllr!
She pulled back, exhaling sharply, gasping for air amid exhaustion. "Ghh—haaagh… hahh… haaah…" She held the erect dick upright, subtle tears glistening in her eyes from the effort. "It's so big, Lord Devon. I can't take it all in my mouth."
'She is a real slut,' Devon observed silently, watching her intently.
She stood up on the bed, slowly loosening the rope of the baggy trousers. They dropped to her feet, revealing her plump ass, the skin smooth and curving invitingly.
But something else caught Devon's eye—a distinct brand on the curve of her left hip, like a faded scar placed deliberately.
'This brand… where have I seen it before?' he wondered, a flicker of recognition stirring amid the haze of arousal.