Let the MILF mayhem resume.
[System Alert: Choose Now – Prevent the Duel or Let It Play Out]
Option 1: Defuse the tension.
Option 2: Let them compete—for "research."
Ren tapped the first option with a sweaty thumb.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to see a MILF catfight or just didn't trust his stamina enough to survive it.
"Yumi," he said, voice low and pleading. "It's not what it looks like."
Megumi, still straddling him like a smug queen, raised a brow. "Oh? That's disappointing."
Ren gripped her waist gently and nudged her back. "We were just reading."
"Reading you," Yumi growled, arms crossed under her chest like a storm about to break. "While on top of you."
Megumi stood gracefully, adjusting her robe with zero shame. "Some of us prefer immersive methods."
Yumi stalked forward, eyes locked on Megumi's like a laser sight. "And some of us don't use boys as living vibrators for their writer's block."
"Ladies," Ren said, rising, hands out. "Please. I only have one heart. And no health insurance."
[Did the system not give you that?]
[System Update: New Passive Activated – "MILF Buffer Zone"]
When surrounded by two or more MILFs in heat, your defense rises, but so does your chance of emotional damage.
Tension: 79%
Note: Flirt Pressure Building
Megumi smirked and walked over to Yumi.
"I never said I wanted to steal him," she whispered. "I just want to taste the tension. You should know, Yumi—he makes the perfect muse."
Yumi didn't flinch. She stepped in until their faces were inches apart.
"You write fiction. I live it."
Then she grabbed Ren by the wrist and tugged him toward the door.
"Let's go, baby. You're sleeping in our bed tonight."
Megumi waved from the doorway. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart. If you wake up with ideas… you know where to find me."
Back home, Yumi was silent.
Not cold. Just… simmering.
Ren trailed behind her into the kitchen, watching her untie her hoodie and throw it onto the couch.
"She kissed me on the cheek once," he said, cautiously.
"I know."
"She read me a spicy scene."
"I know."
"She sat on my lap."
"I saw."
He sighed. "I didn't enjoy it as much as I enjoy being with you."
Yumi finally turned.
"You better not," she said, voice softer now. "Because I'm not writing about you. I'm with you."
She stepped close, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"And I don't need metaphors to make you mine."
She kissed him. Deep. Claiming. Sweet and slow, like the first sip of something addictive.
[Yumi Arai: Affection +2 | Lust +4 | Possessiveness 42%]
Bond Deepening: Trust restored—for now.
Side Quest Updated: "Narrative Rivals" – Yumi and Megumi are aware of each other's intent.
Afterward, curled in bed with Yumi asleep against his chest, Ren checked his phone.
Megumi Sakamoto:
"Page 134. Tell me if the collar part was too much."
A photo attached—her manuscript, open to a very explicit paragraph.
Ren groaned.
"God help me."
Meanwhile…...Back With Megumi!
Back in her candle-lit bedroom, Megumi reclined against a pile of pillows, biting her pen.
She clicked through the photos she'd secretly taken during yoga class.
One of Ren mid-stretch.
Another of Yumi glaring.
A blurry one of Ren post-makeout, flushed and dazed.
She smiled to herself.
"Oh, you two are delicious," she whispered. "But my next chapter? Even better."
She started typing:
"The writer watched from her window as the couple argued. Her heart raced—not with jealousy, but with hunger. She didn't want to ruin them. She wanted to be written into them."
She saved the file: Climax Chapters – Draft 1: The MILF Muse Awakens
[System Notification: New Quest Available – "Climax Chapters: Rewrite Edition"]
Megumi Route Act I Begins
Goal: Become her muse, editor... and inspiration for more than just words.
Temptation Level: High.... Very High!
To Be Continued…