Daniel sat across from Shirley, observing her carefully. The silence between them stretched thick and heavy. She kept opening and closing her mouth, clearly struggling to find the right words.
Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice soft and hesitant.
"Daniel... I know I have no right to come here after everything that happened. But I... I need your help."
Daniel raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. His expression remained calm and composed, but his mind was sharp and calculating.
"Help?" he asked, his tone neutral. "After you abandoned the agency, never defended us, and let your husband try to destroy everything I built... you want my help?"
Shirley flinched visibly. Her fingers tightened around her coffee cup until her knuckles turned white.
"I know," she whispered. "I was selfish. I was scared. My husband... he controlled everything. He threatened me. He said if I defended you, he would ruin me completely. I was weak. I’m sorry."
Daniel didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched her, letting the heavy silence press down on her.
After a long, stretched pause, he leaned forward slightly and asked, "What exactly do you want from me?"
Taking a deep breath, she looked into his eyes. Her golden-yellow eyes were filled with fear, regret, shame, and a fragile spark of hope.
"I want to restart my acting career. I want to be free again. I want to dream again."
Daniel held her gaze steadily. Was that fear of rejection he saw in her eyes?
"Why not join your husband’s company?
Why come to me?" he asked calmly.
"I want to regain my freedom. He has restricted me from acting. I... I want to see myself on the big screen again. I want to feel alive... and loved again!" Her voice shook, and her pupils trembled with emotion.
"My husband would never allow me to work there!"
Daniel heard her words but said nothing. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and slowly stirred his coffee with deliberate, almost teasing motions.
"Why should I trust you?" he suddenly asked, his heavy gaze pinning her in place.
"I... I have left his house. I am living alone now."
"I... I know what I did was wrong, but... but I swear... I was forced... he... he forced me..." Tears started flooding her eyes.
HIC~HIC~HIC
In her frantic attempt to wipe away the tears, she only made her face messier.
[Ding]
[Hentai Alert! Hentai Alert!]
[Quest Issued]
Quest: Shirley is attempting to seduce you in an effort to infiltrate your company and destroy it from the inside, following her husband’s orders. Make sure to completely and thoroughly make Shirley pay with her body.
Reward: [Voice of Domination]
Heh! Playing with me?! Bitch, I’ll fucking play with your whole body. Just you wait!
Morally pressuring him into accepting her plea by crying in a public place where they were both relatively unknown.
Daniel instantly stood up, startling her. He walked around the table and sat down beside her. Placing his hand gently on the back of her head, he spoke in a very soft, soothing voice, "Sshh~ I don’t know what you suffered or how, but know this — I am here for you."
He began rubbing her hair gently while secretly activating [Touch of Lust]. He had once read that the human scalp was one of the most sensitive areas. He could certainly see the truth of that now. Shirley’s face melted in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips.
"Amm~!"
Her eyes flew open in shock as diners from nearby tables turned their heads toward her.
Her face flushed a deep crimson. Daniel turned to the onlookers one by one and mouthed "Sorry~ Sorry!" silently. The gesture was well understood by the cultured crowd, and they all smiled, nodding back with knowing looks. They thought the couple was still so romantic even at their age and gave them a mental thumbs-up.
"I... I’m okay!" Shirley spoke, her voice low yet warm.
She was certain she had never felt such sensations from someone touching her head before. It was as if every pore on her scalp had relaxed simultaneously. The feeling was heavenly. Even now, her head felt like it was floating on cloud nine. All her scheming nearly went out the window, so she quickly strengthened her will and forced herself to say, "You can leave my hair... Daniel! I am not a child!"
Though her words suggested otherwise, her body betrayed her. Her head subtly leaned into his hand, seeking more of his touch. Her voice didn’t sound like an order from a dignified woman — it sounded more like a young girl embarrassed by praise, wanting more but pretending otherwise.
Daniel chuckled softly and moved his hand from her head down to her back. Instantly, a rush of warmth spread across her spine. She felt rejuvenated yet hazy. Every pore in her body seemed to crave contact with his skin. Her blood boiled with sudden heat.
She felt something stirring in her most private region — a deep, insistent throb that she hadn’t felt in years during her boring married life. Her long-neglected folds, which had been dry for so long, suddenly became a wet, aching mess, craving something they shouldn’t.
For the first time in years of her marriage, the drought that had plagued her pussy felt the first drops of rain. It was small, but it was there.
Her eyes widened with a profound realization. Her pussy — cursed to remain dry for most of her life — had suddenly come alive.
A single tear, this time completely real, rolled down her cheek. Then came a second, and a third. As if a dam had broken, she started crying for real this time.
Daniel instantly became alarmed. He leaned in and quickly pulled her tear-streaked face into his chest, stroking her back soothingly. His [Touch of Lust] ability was still active, turning her into a hot, lust-filled mess inside while flooding long-barren lands with desire. But it still wasn’t enough.
Daniel decided to push her further. He activated his new ability — [Phantom Dominion].