Lily glared at Alex, her eyes screaming, "You little bastard."
Alex just smiled back, calm and smug, like a man who'd just stolen someone's Wi-Fi and their wife's sanity.
'What is he doing now?! Hasn't he had enough sabotaging my marriage already?!'
Lily was sure Marcus had noticed something. The poor man might've been quiet, but the twitch in his eyebrow and the way he gripped his spoon said he was connecting all kinds of wrong dots in his head.
And yet, Alex had the audacity to touch her. Under the table. With his damn foot.
"Anyway, Marcus, where do you two come from?" Alex asked casually, like he wasn't currently rubbing her kitty like a stress ball under the table.
Lily jolted.
Her fork clinked against the plate.
"You okay, honey?" Marcus asked, brow furrowing.
"Y-yeah! Just—uh, a mosquito!" she squeaked, forcing a smile that looked like it had been downloaded on low bandwidth.
Alex nodded sympathetically. "Ah, yeah, mosquitoes love sweet things."
He said it with that smooth, villainous grin, and Marcus chuckled, completely missing the innuendo bomb that just went off between them.
The conversation went on, but under the table, it was war.
Every time Lily tried to focus, Alex's foot would nudge her again, teasing her thighs, sending tiny jolts up her spine. She'd glare at him, lips twitching in silent threats, while Marcus happily talked about cabbage prices or some nonsense.
Each glare from Lily.
Each smirk from Alex.
Each innocent laugh from Marcus.
[Ding! +1 NTR Point.]
[Ding! +1 NTR Point.]
[Ding! +2 NTR Points — emotional turbulence detected.]
Alex didn't even need to say anything anymore. He was farming NTR points like an idle RPG player—hands off the keyboard, soul full of sin.
Meanwhile, poor Lily sat there, sweating, smiling, and praying to every god that Marcus wouldn't drop his fork and look under the table.
Because how on earth was she supposed to explain that?
"Oh, don't mind that, dear, that's just a random foot violating international boundaries."
After dinner, Alex washed his hands, wiped them on his shirt like a barbarian, and casually strolled around the living room, inspecting the house like he was appraising property he was about to acquire.
That's when he spotted it—a bottle of cheap liquor sitting on a dusty shelf, half-forgotten and begging to be opened.
"Oh-ho, what do we have here?" Alex grinned, lifting it up like a trophy.
Marcus immediately stiffened. "Ah, that's—uh—it's nothing, just a leftover from last festival. I don't really drink…"
Of course he didn't. The man could barely walk straight, let alone handle liquor. And right now, the last thing he needed was to get tipsy while a human homewrecker was lounging in his house.
But Alex, being the absolute menace that he was, popped the cork before Marcus could even finish his sentence. "Oh come on, one drink for friendship! You don't refuse your savior, do you?"
That word—savior—stabbed Marcus right in the moral spine. He couldn't exactly tell the man who saved his life to get lost, could he?
And besides, he hadn't seen anything indecent. Just a few awkward glances, some trembling, a suspicious wet patch on his wife's apron—totally normal stuff, right? Nothing to worry about.
So two minutes later, the scene was set: A bottle. Two glasses. A few fried snacks Lily whipped up.
Alex poured the drinks like a bartender from hell, grinning from ear to ear.
Lily placed the snack plate down on the table, her voice a little too careful. "Don't drink too much, dear. Remember, you're not completely well yet."
Marcus smiled weakly. "Y-yeah, I'll just have a little."
"Good man," Alex said, clinking glasses with him. "Just enough to loosen up a bit. A drink between men, right?"
Marcus chuckled nervously, sipping his glass. The liquor burned down his throat like regret.
Meanwhile, Lily's gaze flicked between the two—her husband struggling to stay upright, and Alex, that smirking devil, sitting cross-legged like he owned the place.
She knew something bad was coming.
"You don't have to stand there fretting, wife. I will be moderate." Marcus tried to sound steady as he tilted the bottle, the liquor catching light like a guilty smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I know—hukk" Lily started to answer, then froze and jumped a little as something in her belly did a weird flip. Marcus halted mid pour and glanced up, worry creasing his face.
"Is everything all right, wife What happened" he asked, honest concern in his voice.
Lily blushed and went faintly pale all at once, like a biscuit that had seen the sun and the moon at once.
"Y-yes" she squeaked, then swallowed.
"Lily, are you OK? I heard a cute little sound from you. What was that?"
Alex asked, tilting his head and smiling like mischief had decided to live in his mouth.
One hand was sliding casually along her waist, fingers finding the soft curve of her hip and lingering like a greedy bookmark.
"A bug, husband. A particularly big bug is bugging me It's annoying I should stomp it to death Ngg~~"
She babbled, cheeks blazing, as if she really believed the monster-in-the-kitchen story she'd just invented.
Grope Grope
Marcus blinked, brow rising.
"A bug?"
"A big bug? I don't think you can stomp it to death. Best thing is to drown it in messy sticky water, or pound it until it gives up."
Alex smiled at her as she glared. NTR point notifications pinged in his head like a slot machine gone wild.
"D-do you need any help, wife?"
Marcus asked, swallowing hard. Lily was dangerously close to Alex and she could feel his shoulder shifting, the way a man shifts when he is pretending to be casual.
For a second Marcus thought he saw a hand dip down, then creep upward like a snail on a dare.
'Is his hand under her skirt now? No No way!'
Marcus panicked silently. He rubbed his eyes like a man trying to wake from a nightmare, forcing himself to see only the kitchen, the plates, the lamps.
When he looked again Alex's hand hung by his side, perfectly innocent and too relaxed.
[Ding! 70 NTR points credited]
[Boss try to farm it without giving away what you are doing Give him the illusion If it gets too obvious he could snap and this could end right here]
'Is that so?'
Alex muttered with a smirk curling on his lips. He had no real intention of destroying this little marriage, not yet at least.
This was fun now. The thrill of being on the edge, the husband catching on, the nervous wife pretending everything was fine—it was the kind of rush he lived for.
The twitch on his cock was proof enough. The twitch of pure NTR thrill.
Alex's hand slid slowly over her shin, teasing its way up her leg like it had a mind of its own.
"Yeah, Lily, your saviour is here. If you need any help, just say it."
His fingers crept under the soaked fabric of her panties, sliding across her slick pussy. Lily froze for a fraction, letting out a tiny gasp, but quickly plastered a smile for Marcus, hiding the betraying shiver that ran through her body.
[Ding! 100 NTR points credited.]
[Nice work, host! First century achieved.]
'Heh… won't be the last.'
Alex thought, watching Marcus closely. Just a few more little nudges and glances, and this poor guy would be a top-tier cuck without even realizing it.
Lily's flush, her tiny stifled moans, her trembling hands—everything was working in perfect sync. Alex couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
"N-no need for that… m-my husband can handle it. R-right, husband?"
Hearing Lily's words, Marcus felt a sudden rush of pride. His wife trusted him. She didn't need anyone else.
Yep, he was imagining things before—Alex was nothing. Just some kid, what did he know anyway? His chest puffed out a little, smug and heroic.
'Huh, he's a kid, what does he know?'
Marcus muttered to himself, shoulders straightening. Pride surged through him like a warm summer breeze.
And then—bam—the electricity in the area suddenly went out.
"What the?!"
Marcus cursed, fumbling in the dark, but then he froze. He heard noise suddenly coming infront of him.
Plap~ Plap~ Plap~
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[A/N: Its going to happen! It is going to happen now!!!]