Illicit Activities

John knew, her hatred for him ran deep for reasons unknown, yet, for the first time in his life, he appreciated the woman's voluptuous body. 

It was a body that demanded a glance, and then a second glance. Wherever she went, she would attract men's gazes. John was familiar with her seductive nature, a little giggle here and a playful wink there, Lorena didn't shy away from using her charms to her advantage and he had seen it.

She would lure men gazes with her wide hips that seemed to stretch on for days and her breasts? They danced with a seductive rhythm, swaying irises left and right as she walked.

She strut towards John with a swagger that could put queens to shame. John simply smirked, his mind foretelling. 

"Brat, I told you not to come here," Lorena spat venomously.

John smirked. "Oh you did? And why should I listen to you?" he retorted, revelling in needling her.

Lorena's nostrils flared as she glared daggers at him. "Just stay out of our way. Go do whatever it is you waste your time on."

With that, she spun on her heel, hips swaying confidently as she strutted off. In a movie, John mused, she'd leave a trail of stardust in her swaggering wake.

He allowed himself a lingering observation of her rhythmic sashay for just a moment. But John had more enticing targets in mind - namely, a certain blue-haired fairy with golden eyes.

Lorena was merely an amusing secondary diversion. Let her keep up her haughty act...for now. John's skills would soon cut through that façade and her scorn would turn to devoted obedience. But first, he had a fairy to catch in his web.

Scanning the busy shelter grounds, John quickly spotted Stephanie's signature blue hair across the way. He strode towards her with purpose, confident that after last night, her favourability was high enough to finally make his move.

But as he approached, Nelson suddenly appeared by Stephanie's side, grasping her shoulder possessively. John suppressed an annoyed glance. The simpering boyfriend was an easy obstacle, but an irksome one. No matter - he would press on unfazed.

"Stephanie," John called out, ignoring Nelson entirely. "We need to talk, I have a question."

Before she could respond, Nelson interjected brusquely. "She doesn't need to answer anything. We're busy." He tried steering Stephanie away.

John stepped forward swiftly, lightly grasping Stephanie's wrist. "I'd like to hear it from her," he insisted, meeting her eyes.

Stephanie hesitated, then gently extracted her hand from John's grasp. "It's okay, Nelson. I'll catch up in a bit," she said.

Nelson scowled but backed off with a muttered curse. John wanted to cry laughing at how easy it was to get rid of him. What kind of boyfriend would leave his girl with a man who clearly wants to take her away from him? A cuck, that's who, but well, that was his destiny after all.

Stephanie turned to John. "What's up?"

John moved closer. "I just wanted to talk somewhere more private," he said, lightly grasping her wrist again to guide her away.

Stephanie looked uncertain but allowed him to lead her to an isolated corner of the shelter, out of Nelson's sight. John hid a triumphant smile. His gaze darted around for a bit and as he suspected, he spotted Nelson outside, hiding behind a tree and peering through the window. He was not surprised, even a closeted cuck would be fuming at this situation.

Stephanie noticed his gaze and furrowed her brows, "what is it, John?" She asked.

John quirked an eyebrow at her, "are you pretending to not understand?" He asked, leaning in. His hand coiling around her waist. With care and confidence, he puller her towards him. He didn't care if Nelson was watching, he couldn't surmise much from that angle.

"W-wait... John," she stammered, trying to pry herself away from him, but there was barely any strength in her arms.

"Let's stop the games, Stephanie," John whispered, his tone suggestive. "I know you want me and I want you. Why hesitate?"

He said as his hand slithered around her back. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it lightly to tilt her head back. Stephanie's breathing hitched at the sudden contact, her eyes darting to his face. "John, I don't know," she whispered, her cheeks flushing. 

John's hand moved to her chin, tilting it up to face him. "Don't think, Stephanie. Just feel," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her. Stephanie's lips were soft and pliant under his, and he deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body. 

He felt her tremble under his touch, but he didn't stop, his hunger for her growing with each passing moment. As the kiss ended, Stephanie looked up at him with wide eyes. "What about Nelson?" she asked. John snorted. "Forget him. He's not worthy of you," he said, his tone possessive. 

Stephanie shivered as John's gaze burned into her. His dark eyes, full of longing and raw passion, locked on hers, daring her to protest. His hand deftly snaked down her skirt and found its way to her inner core, teasing her with feather-light touches. She gasped, her body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure as his hands explored her curves and grazed against her slick heat.

John smiled wickedly, feeling her arousal grow. His hands caressed her with increasing intensity as he kissed her neck and nipped at her earlobes. Stephanie moaned and arched against him, lost in pleasure. 

He continued his ministrations, teasing and pleasing until Stephanie was a trembling mess of sensation under his touch. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she clung to him, trying to keep herself from being swept away by the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

John wanted nothing more than to bring her blissful release, but he knew he had to be careful. He slowed down to concentrate on pleasuring her, focusing on each individual erogenous zone until she was writhing beneath him in sweet agony. 

Finally, when she could take no more, John brought Stephanie to the brink of orgasm with a few expert touches before finally allowing her to tumble into blissful oblivion in his arms.

Nelson watched from a distance with burning eyes. His fists were clenched and his jaw was tight as he struggled to make sense of their conversation. He shifted his weight, trying to get a better view of what was happening, but from this angle, he could barely make out the shape of their mouths moving.

Just then, a system notification chimed:

[Illicit Activities] 

[Quest: Have intercourse with Stephanie while her boyfriend observes powerlessly.]

[Time Limit: 2 hours]

[Reward: Inventory, Appraisal Skill (B)]