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Greenfield Estate.

Laura stormed through the estate as she dragged her husband Micah by one ear while Bernard stumbled along behind them like a helpless puppy.

"That little bastard! That manipulative, conniving little bastard! I knew he was up to something! I KNEW IT!"

She’d called Chrome every name in the book.

"Dear, please calm down—"

Micah tried to reason.

"CALM DOWN?! You want me to CALM DOWN when my precious baby girl is about to lose her virginity to that good-for-nothing, spineless boy?!"

Bernard shuffled along miserably behind them, his head hung in shame.

"I really should have kept my mouth shut..."

---

Across the street, Detective Farnsworth was having the most confusing night of her career.

She’d been sitting in this van for hours now to spy on the duplex with her binoculars.

"Okay, okay."

She adjusted the focus of her binoculars.

"They’re in the bedroom now. Good. So those ARE the condoms she bought. Interesting."

Silvia’s eyes widened behind her binoculars.

"Oh, she’s holding ALL TEN of them?! What kind of woman needs TEN condoms for one night?! Is she planning to use all of them?! Is that even physically possible?!"

She shifted in her seat with a reddish face.

"For a man, maybe... two or three at most. But TEN?! That would be... that would be..."

She cleared her throat loudly, trying to banish the images forming in her mind.

---

Inside the master bedroom, everything was hot.

The room was hot despite the air conditioning.

Chrome’s manwood was hot between his pants.

The precious, pink meat deliciously located between Lana’s hot inner thighs were also hot. They were so hot they were soaking her panties the more she waited to have her insides rearranged by his manliness.

Chrome sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. His heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears. The silk pajama pants he was wearing suddenly felt far too thin, far too revealing.

Across from him, Lana held a roll of condoms between her strawberry lips as she smiled. Her tousled brown hair made her look sexier and much less innocent.

One can’t help but admire her figure.

The silk nightgown clung to her curves in ways that made his mouth go dry—the generous roundness of her moderate but perfectly shaped breasts, the way the fabric cinched at her slim waist before being mercilessly stretched out over her wide, child-bearing hips.

Those hips. God, those hips.

Seeing it made Chrome’s manhood stretch painfully.

Lana had always had an attractive figure. She wasn’t the typical slim model type—she had curves in all the right places, with an ass that could only be described as a work of art. A pudgy, fantastically fertile ass. One look at those hips and you’d swear she’d already given birth to at least one child, with how wide and plush they were.

And yet, the rest of her body was surprisingly slender. Slim arms, a flat stomach, delicate shoulders. It was like someone had taken a perfectly proportioned woman and just... added extra to the back and hips. The result was nothing short of seductive.

Lana began to crawl toward him on the bed. With each inch she moved, the roll of condoms still between her teeth, Chrome could see the way her cleavage pushed in and out with her breathing. The nightgown, her lace bra, they’re both being suffocated by her perfect-sized breasts.

Chrome wanted to be suffocated by them as well.

More so, he wanted to be under that heavy behind.

The more Lana crawled, the more her nightgown climbed up to reveal the milky smooth expanse of her thighs and the edge of her sexy, lace panties.

Chrome’s breath hooked.

Between his legs, his manhood was already standing at attention like a tent in his pajama pants. He hadn’t even been touched yet, and already he was this hard. This was going to be a long night.

Lana finally reached him, her body resting against his. Her soft curves pressed against his chest, and he could feel the heat on her skin. The condoms fell from her mouth and landed on the bed beside them.

"I’m going to make you feel good tonight~ ♥️"

Her voice was so husky that steam left her lips along with each tempting word.

But in her mind, she was panicking.

’Oh no. Oh no. That didn’t sound right. Was that the right thing to say? YES. It was perfectly fine.’

She placed one arm around his shoulders, pulling herself closer until there was no space left between them. Her other hand drifted downward, her fingers brushing against the thick bulge in his pajama pants.

"Ahh..."

Chrome’s entire body tensed.

Lana’s fingers found the swollen cap of his manhood and pressed against it gently through the fabric. She pushed it back and forth like a joystick. The tip was firm beneath her touch, and she could feel the way it fought back at her finger like it wanted to be grabbed by her.

’Is this right? Am I doing this right? He’s not making any noise. Should he be making noise? Maybe I’m not doing it hard enough. Or maybe I’m doing it too hard.’

Her finger continued to play with his boner, pushing the tip back and forth in a sweet way.

Chrome, on the other hand, was in heaven.

His toes curled tightly against the bedsheets as he enjoyed the sensation of his innocent, sexy angel playing with his manhood. For someone who’d never done this before, she was surprisingly good. Maybe women in this world just naturally knew these things? Or maybe Lana had been secretly studying?

He closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the sensation of having his thing played with.

The light touch of her finger. The light pressure against his screaming cap. The way she toyed with his boner. It was all so perfect.

’My angel is a natural.’

But Lana saw his face and immediately grew worried.

She couldn’t tell if she was doing it right or not. It gnawed at her. But she pressed on, pushing the tip around with her finger in small circles as she watched cautiously for any hint of displeasure.

When she saw none, she grew bolder. Her hand moved to his manhood, wrapping around it tightly through his pants. She squeezed it firmly, feeling the full length and girth of it in her palm. It was warmer than she’d expected and the way it seemed to throb like a heartbeat aroused her.

’Humuu, Chrome’s thing is throbbing hard... this thing will be inside me soon... inside me... nnn ♥️"

Her nipples rose shamelessly behind her tight bra and their sensitive pink tips cried out in delicious pain as they scraped lightly against the fabric.

"Hmnn♥️"

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Her face immediately burned with shame.

Chrome enjoyed that aroused look on her face—the slight stain of saliva at the corner of her mouth, the hunger in her eyes that only sex could quench, and the way she licked her lips each time she massaged his boner.

But then—

[Ding! The Host can receive a one-time payment of $10,000,000 if he stops what he’s doing and rejects Lana Slot right now!]

Chrome’s eyes snapped open.

’NO! NOT NOW!’

[Ding! The Host has rejected the system’s offer. The Host is emotionally compromised. This decision may affect future reward opportunities.]

’SHUT UP!’

[Ding! Understood. The system will remain silent during this precious, intimate encounter.]

But the damage had already been done. The mood was slightly broken, and Chrome had to work to get back into the moment.

Lana, oblivious to the internal battle raging inside his head, continued her assault on his senses. She leaned in and began kissing his neck, her warm lips pressing soft, wet kisses along his jawline. Her hand slipped under his shirt so she could feel his hard abs and tease his nipples.

[Ding! If the Host rejects Lana’s touch, he will receive a Mythic Skill: Heavenly Dragon’s Breath (Rank S)!]

’NO!’

Her fingers traced the hard planes of his abs, tracing each distinct muscle.

[Ding! If the Host pushes her away now, he will receive $5,000,000 and a Spirit Grade Sword!]

’NO!’

She nipped at his earlobe.

"I want you to penetrate me so bad... ahh~♥️"

She moaned a hot breath on his ear that threatened to make his throbbing, hard thing rocket out of his pants.

[Ding! If the Host creates distance right now, he will receive the legendary Nine-Tailed Fox Manual, a cultivation technique that will allow him to—]

"ENOUGH!"

The word escaped Chrome’s lips before he could stop it.

It came out as a shout that startled even himself.

Lana froze immediately. Her lips were still pressed against his ear, her hand still splayed across his chest. She pulled back slowly in confusion.

"What’s wrong?"

Her voice sounded so small and sad.

Chrome’s heart sank. He could see the worry in her eyes, the hurt that was beginning to creep into her expression. He’d ruined the moment spectacularly.

In his mind, he started screaming at the system.

’YOU PIECE OF JUNK! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU CAN’T JUST KEEP INTERRUPTING ME WITH YOUR STUPID OFFERS! DO YOU WANT ME TO BE UNHAPPY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?! YOU WANT ME TO BE FINANCIALLY RICH BUT ROMANTICALLY BROKEN, IS THAT IT?! YOU WANT ME TO—’

His thoughts were interrupted by Lana’s voice.

"Chrome... please, just be honest with me."

She pulled her hand away from his chest, and the loss of her warmth felt like a spear through his heart. She sat back on her heels, her eyes cast downward, her fingers nervously twisting in her lap.

"I... I know what’s going on."

Chrome’s eyes widened. "You do?"

Lana nodded slowly, her lower lip trembling. She lifted her hands and pressed them against her chest, pushing her breasts up in a way that was both self-conscious and alluring.

"They’re not big enough for you, are they?"

"What?!"

"I know they’re not as big as you’d like. You’ve been trying so hard to get turned on by my body, but I can tell... I’m just not what you want."

She squeezed her breasts together, as if testing their softness, and Chrome’s throat went dry. Even in her sadness, even in her self-doubt, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

"I can’t compete with those upper district women. They’re all so beautiful and talented and perfect. I understand why you’d be more attracted to them. It’s okay, really. I won’t blame you for—"

"Lana, stop."

Chrome held her shoulders firmly.

"Don’t you EVER speak about yourself like that again. Don’t you DARE put yourself down like that. Do you have any idea how precious you are to me?!"

Lana blinked, her eyes suddenly wet. "But—"

"No buts! My devoted attraction to you isn’t some kind of transaction where you have to meet certain standards. That’s not how this works! You’re not a product. You’re the woman I love!"

Lana’s face turned a deep shade of red. She tried to turn away and hide her embarrassment, but Chrome’s grip on her shoulders kept her in place. All she could do was turn her head to the side and mumble:

"Oh... yeah..."

"HELL YEAH!"

Chrome shouted with an enthusiasm that startled her.

"Besides, Lana, I’m an ASS MAN."

Lana blinked. "Huh?"

"You heard me. I’m an ass man. A lover of all things booty. A connoisseur of the posterior."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Chrome pulled her closer as his hands slid down to rest on her hips. Just being that close to the soft curvature of her ass made his thing poke against her crotch. He was itching to squeeze her face between her butt and appreciate it with a glorious sniff.

’They must smell like roses.’

Chrome gripped a handful of both ass cheeks.

It made him and his manhood feel like melting.

"Do you have any idea what you’re carrying back there? The plastic attempts of those rich women will NEVER beat the original dump truck you’ve got! Your ass is a fat work of art, Lana! A MASTERPIECE!"

Lana squirmed in his grip.

Her face now resembled a ripe tomato.

"Can we please not talk about my ass like that?"

"NO! I have to get this off my chest! Those child-bearing hips? That soft, perfect booty? You’ve been blessed by the goddess of fertility herself!"

He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose.

"You have nothing to worry about, Lana. You’re perfect exactly as you are."

Lana bit her lower lip as a shy smile finally broke through her embarrassment.

"If that’s the case... then prove it."

Her fingers reached behind her back and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Her cheeks burned red as she clumsily struggled with the fastener. She could feel Chrome’s eyes on her, watching her every movement, and somehow that only made it more arousing.

’He’s watching me take off my bra. This is so shameful. But also... I’m sticky between my legs.’

The clasp finally came undone, and the bra dropped to the floor.

Chrome’s first instincts are to sniff them and appreciate his angel’s scent, but he controlled himself.

Lana’s perfect breasts bounced free, round and full and tipped with pink nipples that were already hard and aching from the cold and the excitement. They were moderate in size but perfectly shaped, the kind of breasts that fit perfectly in a man’s hands.

"Lana..."

Chrome reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his palm. It was soft and warm. Her nipple pressed against his palm, hard and needy, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart through her skin.

"Chrome..."

Lana breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.