Sienna’s face twisted in disgust the second she took in the scene - Davina on her knees, Tom’s hand fisted on the edges of the armless chair, the sound alone enough to tell her exactly what she was looking at.
Davina didn’t stop.
If anything her mouth worked faster, like Sienna’s presence hadn’t registered at all, or had registered and simply didn’t matter anymore against whatever had its hooks in her.
[NEW MISSION.]
[Look At Sienna While Telling Davina To Be A Good Girl For Daddy And Keep Sucking. She Shouldn’t Gag While She Deepthroats.]
[REWARD: $1,000. +5 charm. +10 heart points.]
[TIMELINE: 10 seconds.]
[PENALTY: Your Face Will Tremble Uncontrollably Any Time You Try To Speak To A Woman. Indefinitely.]
Tom’s stomach lurched. That penalty alone was enough to send ice through him - the one thing keeping this whole system working was his ability to say the lines steady, hold a gaze, sound like a man instead of a stammering wreck. Losing that would cost him everything the system had built in one day.
And he couldn’t bear to wreck that - especially that monetary reward part.
He looked straight at Sienna - her face a mask of pure disbelief, mouth already open on some accusation that hadn’t found words yet - and forced the words out anyway, his voice rough but holding.
"Be a good girl for daddy. Keep sucking. Don’t gag while you deepthroat."
Davina obeyed instantly, taking him deeper without hesitation, and Sienna’s mouth fell open properly this time, no sound coming out at all, like her brain genuinely couldn’t process what her own eyes were showing her - her figurehead husband, the one she had called a nobody twelve hours ago, commanding one of her closest friends like it was nothing.
That same close friend that had never seen anything good or worth associating with, in that same man she was currently sucking his cock.
Meanwhile, Davina kept working. Hard. Her throat worked around Tom’s cock, tight and wet, swallowing him down further than she had before, past the point where her body wanted to resist it.
Her eyes watered but she pushed through anyway, her nose brushing the base of him, one hand braced hard against his thigh to hold herself steady while the other worked what her mouth couldn’t reach. Every pull back dragged a slick, obscene sound out of her throat, and every push forward buried a groan in her chest that vibrated straight through him.
Tom’s head fell back, his hips rocking up to meet her without meaning to, chasing the impossible tight heat of her throat around him.
A moan tore from his mouth, loose, raw and unguarded, and then another, and he stopped trying to hold any of it back at all.
"Uhmmm..." He moaned loudly.
Sienna didn’t say a word. At that point, it seemed she had had enough. She just turned, sharp and silent, and walked straight out of the room, the door left hanging open behind her like she’d forgotten it even existed.
Davina kept going.
She sped up now that there was nothing left watching but him, sloppy and desperate, spit slicking down her chin, her fingers digging into his thigh like she needed the grip to keep herself upright. Every bob of her head dragged a wet, filthy sound out of the room, her moans tangling with his, and Tom’s whole body wound tight, coiled, teetering right on the edge of something he had no hope of holding back.
"Davina - " he gasped, hips jerking, and that was all the warning either of them got.
Tom’s hips jerked, helpless, every nerve in him lit up at once, and the sounds coming out of him climbed louder, less controlled, until there was nothing left to hold back. He came hard, gasping her name, hips stuttering up into her mouth as his whole body locked tight and then went boneless all at once.
He braced for her to pull away disgusted, to spit and storm out the way everyone in this house always did with him.
Instead Davina held her position, throat working steadily around him, swallowing down every last pulse of him like she had wanted exactly this and nothing less. When she finally lifted her head there was something almost dazed in her face, her lips slick and swollen, breath coming fast - not the reaction of a woman who regretted it, not yet.
A smile spread across Tom’s face before he could stop it. This was a woman who had never once looked at him without disdain, and she had just swallowed everything he had like she wanted it. He collapsed back against the chair, his chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it owed him an explanation for how his life had flipped this fast.
Davina finished, wiped her mouth, and stood on unsteady legs. Embarrassment crashed back over her face all at once, red climbing her throat, and she grabbed her bag without a word and all but ran from the room.
She slammed the door shut loudly after her and Tom was silently grateful for that. He didn’t have the strength to get up and close the door yet.
The system chimed in:
[Host’s Stamina Is Unimpressive.] The system’s tone turned clinical, almost disappointed.
[Just ten Minutes in and you released? We’ll Need To Work On That.]
"Shit," Tom muttered at the ceiling, still catching his breath.
[Don’t Worry, Host. There Will Be Missions to improve That Too.] A Pause, Almost Smug.
[For Now, Rest. You Clearly Have Some Mess To Clean Up.]
Tom huffed out something close to a laugh, then went still. "Wait - the injection. She never gave me the injection."
"You didn’t even allow me to get treated before dropping the missions on me."
[You Didn’t Need It, Host.]
He wanted to push on that, wanted to ask what that meant exactly, whether the system had simply decided his body’s needs weren’t a priority or whether there was something else behind the flat certainty of it.
But the reward from the last mission dropped into him right then, warm and immediate, and the dull throb still lingering behind his eyes eased back another notch, quieting the question before he could finish asking it.
The recovery stat was at work already.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Tom? Can I come in?" The chef’s voice, bright, hopeful, completely unaware of what she would be walking into.
Tom’s eyes went wide. He scrambled upright too fast, his head spinning, and half-fell off the chair dragging his clothes back into place as he went.
"I’m - I’m in the bathroom!" he yelled, his voice cracking, and bolted for the door on legs that weren’t fully steady yet, slamming it shut behind him just as he heard the bedroom door creak open.
[Host Clearly Has A Lot Of Improvement To Do.] The system’s laughter rang out loud and delighted in his skull.
Tom pressed his back against the bathroom door and closed his eyes, breathing hard, and didn’t have it in him to argue.