Time to bring back the flirty chaos of Megumi Sakamoto. This chapter will pick up right after Ren's calm school day. But peace is temporary, and the next storm is written in ink—literally. Let's dive into temptation, voyeurism, and one MILF's very inappropriate manuscript...
The calm never lasted long.
Ren had barely finished dinner—leftover curry Yumi made, still warm and spicy—when his phone buzzed.
Megumi Sakamoto: [Ren~ Can I borrow your body for an hour? Strictly literary. ]
He choked on rice.
[System Alert: Quest Activated – "The MILF Muse"]
Objective: Review Megumi's Manuscript
Reward: ???
Risk: Emotional Confusion / Arousal Overload
Warning: Yumi is on alert.
Still chewing, Ren opened the message again, just to be sure he wasn't hallucinating.
Then came the second message:
[I'm on the porch. Wear something... loose.]
He groaned. "I just wanted a nap."
But part of him—okay, most of him—was curious. Megumi had been quiet since the incident that happened earlier in her house, which was suspicious all by itself.
Megumi's house was warm and dimly lit.
Sandalwood incense. Soft jazz. And her—draped in a silky red robe that hugged her curves like a lover. A glass of wine in one hand. Her laptop in the other.
"Ren-kun," she greeted, lips curling around the syllables. "My sweet inspiration."
"Your what now?"
She gestured toward the couch. "Sit. I want to read something to you."
He did.
She perched beside him, close enough for her bare leg to brush his knee.
Her fingers danced over the keyboard. Then—she read:
"He wasn't a boy. Not really. Not with the way he looked at her—like he'd lived a thousand lives, and she was the one thing he regretted never tasting."
Ren blinked. "...Is this supposed to be....what you call, fiction?"
"Oh, completely," she purred. "But my characters are... passionate. Conflicted. Naughty."
She kept reading.
And with every paragraph, Ren's ears got hotter.
"She pressed him against the bookshelf, her nails digging into his shirt. 'Tell me you don't want this,' she whispered. He didn't answer. He just kissed her like she was the last secret he'd ever keep."
He exhaled. "This is about me."
Megumi's smile widened. "You're my muse. I told you that."
"You watched me," he muttered, flustered. "With Yumi. You said it was just curiosity."
"Oh, it was." She leaned in, voice husky. "But then I started imagining… edits of you!."
[System Notification: Kink Trait Detected – "Narrative Arousal"]
Megumi is turned on by reading her fantasies out loud.
Unlockable Path: "Storyteller's Desire"
Lust Thread Active: Megumi → Ren | Level: 78%
She closed the laptop slowly.
"I need help," she whispered. "The climax isn't right. Something's... missing."
"What kind of help?"
She swung a leg over his lap, straddling him. The robe slipped. Bare thighs. No shame.
"Honest reactions," she said, brushing his hair back. "Tell me how this scene feels."
Her hips rolled once.
He gasped.
Then—
Knock knock knock.
Megumi froze.
Ren cursed under his breath.
The door opened without waiting.
Yumi.
In jeans, a hoodie, and murder in her eyes.
"Ren," she said, voice flat. "You're here again! No wonder you left your food mid-way."
"I was..." he said quickly. "Megumi asked me to—"
"Be her test subject, Again?" Yumi finished.
Megumi didn't move. Still straddling him. Still smug.
"Relax, darling," she purred. "It's all research like I've said."
"You're using him."
Megumi tilted her head. "I'm writing him. Big difference."
[System Alert: "Passive Rivalry – Escalation Stage" Triggered]
⚔️ Yumi vs. Megumi[One More Battle!]
📚 Duel Theme: Creative License vs. Emotional Claim
🎯 Goal: Who gets to define Ren's story?
"Get off him," Yumi said coldly.
Megumi raised a brow. "Make me."
Ren, pinned and rapidly overheating, cleared his throat. "Ladies, please. No need for—"
Megumi turned her head slightly, lips near his ear.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. She can just watch us."
Yumi's eye twitched.
Ren's phone buzzed under his thigh.
[System: Choose Now – Prevent the Duel or Let It Play Out]
Option 1: Defuse the tension.
Option 2: Let them compete—for "research."
[What kinda research.....What the hell I'm I going to learn from two women Fighting????]
Ren stared at the options.
Megumi's fingers curled around his collar.
Yumi took a step closer, hands clenched.
Even his sweat was sweating.
To Be Continued…