After scrubbing the entire mansion until it shone—marble floors gleaming like fresh mirrors under every light, chandeliers sparkling without a speck of dust, guest wings aired out fresh with windows open wide, garden hedges trimmed super neat, every weed yanked clean from the soil, leaves raked into perfect piles, garage cars polished to showroom shine with no smudges left, oil stains scrubbed away completely—I collapsed hard onto a chair at the dining table.
My hands throbbed like dead weight, muscles screaming sore from two straight hours of nonstop hard labour.
Sweat beaded across my flawless forehead, gold hair sticking damp to my neck in little strands, but my glow-up skin still looked perfect through it all.
Silvia’s such a bully—a bad husband who works me like a slave just to prove a point.
“Perseverance is the key, Host.”
Fuck that key of yours!
Food sat waiting on the table: creamy mushroom soup steaming soft and warm, fresh bread rolls fluffy on the side, sliced fruits bright and juicy—Silvia’s promised meal after all that work.
But my arms felt like heavy lead bars; I couldn’t lift them right without shaking.
Suddenly, Silvia strode in sharp and fast, dressed in a designer black suit that hugged her tall, strong frame perfect.
Red eyes flicked over my slumped, tired body cold as ice while she poured herself black coffee from the pot, ignoring me like I was part of the furniture.
“You finished every single thing in just two hours,” she noted flat and simple, sipping her coffee slow, steam curling up lazy around her face.
I nodded weak, voice coming out raspy from exhaustion.
“Yes…
all done now.”
“Maybe you should quit that acting dream and get a job as a maid somewhere.
You’d do way better at cleaning than crying fake tears on camera,” she said casual but cruel, leaning back against the counter with her mug.
I flinched hard inside, head ducking low quick, sapphire eyes stinging with sudden hurt.
Her words cut deep—like echoes from my past life when people mocked me for my work, called me talentless trash, worthless fake.
“Sorry…” I whispered really small, throat tight.
“My parents pulled all the strings for your acting career—don’t ever forget that,” she added sharp, like a reminder knife.
“I know,” I mumbled low, eyes on the table.
“Good for you then.
Just keep it in mind always.” She set her mug down with a clink.
I tried lifting my aching hand slow to grab the spoon—failed twice, fingers trembling numb and weak.
Third try, I gripped it shaky…
but it slipped right out, clattering loud to the floor.
“Can’t even eat properly now?
What’s wrong with you?” Silvia scoffed, red eyes rolling annoyed.
“I’m sorry, Silvia,” I said quick and sorry, sliding off the chair to my knees fast—ignoring the sharp pain shooting up my legs from the hard floor.
Hands fumbled blind under the table in the dark; found the spoon sticky with a bit of soup, wiped it hasty on my dirty apron.
Just as I sat back up shaky, spoon finally poised to eat at last—she snatched it right from my fingers mid-air, quick as a flash.
I blinked confused and hurt, chest tight—then realized it with sadness.
She doesn’t want me eating after all that work.
Defeated, I pushed my chair back slow to stand up.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my room…” I mumbled soft, eyes fixated at the floor.
“Why?
Tell me.”
“I thought…
you didn’t want me to eat anymore.” My voice cracked tiny, almost breaking.
🎯 Mission 15: Get fed by Silvia.
💆♀️ Be a virtuous wife who lets her husband care for her tenderly!
💕
✅ Reward: 400 points + Feeding Intimacy Buff | ❌ Fail: 24hr Hunger Strike
“Why would I ever want that?” she asked gruff, her grip loosening slow but not letting go full.
I sniffled really quiet, tears pricking hot at my eyes.
“My hands…
they’re dead numb after all the cleaning.
Can’t hold anything steady.”
She sighed heavy and long, red eyes scanning over my trembling arms up close.
“Why are you so squeamish and weak about everything?
Fine then—let me feed you.
Sit back down here.”
Shock hit me frozen solid.
“I can eat later, Silvia…
really, it’s okay.”
“Do you hear my words, or are you ignoring me?” she snapped, but her voice had a softer edge now, pulling out the chair across from her slow.
“I…
will you really feed me yourself?” I asked hopeful but tiny, heart thudding loud in my chest.
“Yes, I said yes.
Now go sit properly and open up.” She scooped up a full spoon of soup deliberate, holding it hovering near my lips.
Confused still—chair or her lap?
—I hesitated for a moment.
“Host, sit on her lap,” the cat urged with a quick ping in my head.
Fine.
I perched careful and light on her thigh like a feather—her designer suit fabric crisp and smooth under me.
Silvia stiffened up rigid under my weight, her whole body tensing rock-hard like stone.
“What the hell are you doing right now?!”
“Just sitting?” I blinked up innocent at her, my blonde waves brushing soft against her arm.
“Go sit beside me—right now!” she growled low, hands hovering awkward in the air, face a bit red.
sorry,” I slid off quick to the chair right next to her, cheeks burning rosy hot from the glow-up.
She leaned in close then, her arm brushing mine warm by accident as she brought the spoon to my lips—cool mushroom soup but super tasty, creamy rich with herbs bursting soft on my tongue.
I sipped it obedient and slow.
“Good?” she asked gruff, scooping more without waiting.
“Yeah…
tastes great, thank you,” I said soft between sips, relaxing a bit.
Next came a bite of fluffy bread roll, torn small—crunchy outside, soft inside.
She held it steady till I nibbled.
“Chew slow.
Don’t choke,” she muttered rough, but her hand stayed patient.
Then a slice of juicy fruit, sweet and fresh—pineapple maybe, dripping light.
Pine scent from her wrapped around me thick, mixing warm with the food steam.
Her knee bumped mine accidental under the table.
Bite after bite, methodically and gruff silent mostly, but her eyes flicked to my face each time—watching me eat.
Cold service still, but so tasty…
and her nearness stirred something odd and warm inside.
🎉 Mission 15 COMPLETED!
🎉
💆♀️ Virtuous wife fed tenderly—intimacy milestone hit!
💕
📈 +400 points + Feeding Intimacy Buff unlocked!
✨ Buff Active: Shared meals boost affection 2x, Silvia’s care triggers easier!
🍲❤️
💰 GRAND TOTAL POINTS: 6,000/1,000,000 → DIVORCE-FREE ESCAPE
📊 Next Tier: Private Jet Fund (50,000 pts) – Unlocked Early Access!
✈️
Cat, this feeding buff real?
She’s still mostly ice.
“Works subtle, Host—watch how meals change things ahead!”
I smiled faint and real between bites, her spoon steady and close.
Bully feeds me now with her own hand?
Real progress…
or just another trap?
Whatever.
I just need to finish my missions.