Chapter 46: Answer* [6]

His mouth worked over hers with deep, filthy confidence, his tongue parting her lips and sliding slick and hot into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her, refusing to give her an inch of breathing room.

His left hand dropped.

He reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, shoved it out of the way, and buried his fingers directly into the plump, rounded curve of her bare ass.

The flesh was scorching hot, silk-smooth and incredibly firm. He dug his fingers in deep, squeezing the tight cheek with possessive, shameless force, lifting her up just an inch so she was grinding directly against the hard, throbbing iron between his legs.

Yelena broke.

A sharp, needy whimper vibrated in her throat, melting instantly into his mouth. The fists pushing against his ribs uncurled, her small fingers clutching desperately into the fabric of his waistband instead. Her rigid spine went entirely fluid, her neck arching back against the bark as she began kissing him back—clumsy at first, then frantic, her tongue tangling with his as she let out a series of broken, breathless moans that made Cane’s blood sing.

Holy shit, Cane thought, his ego expanding to the size of a small moon. Turns out being tall, handsome, and completely devoid of shame really is the universal cheat code.

Without breaking the filthy, wet seal of their mouths, Cane’s right hand moved to the front of her chest.

His fingers found the tight little knot binding her cropped blouse together. With a single, sharp tug, the silk gave way. The fabric parted like a curtain, fluttering open to reveal her chest to the dappled woodland light.

They were breathtaking. Small, pale mounds of perfect, untouched flesh, with skin so fair it looked like polished marble. They sat high and proud, entirely defying gravity, capped by tight, rose-pink nipples that were already standing rock-hard from the cool forest air and the sheer heat of his mouth.

Cane broke the kiss with a wet smack, trailing his lips down the column of her neck, over her collarbone, until his warm breath washed across her bare chest.

Yelena threw her head back, gasping for air, her slender fingers knotting frantically in his dark hair.

“C-Cane… ah, god—”

He cupped both of her breasts in his broad palms.

They filled his hands with delicious, yielding warmth. He squeezed them gently, thumbing the sensitive, pebble-hard tips in slow, torturous circles. Yelena’s hips bucked instinctively against his, an electric shudder tearing through her entire frame as her thighs clamped tight around his leg.

“Ahhh! Cane—wait, that’s—it’s too much—!”

DING.

A sharp, crystalline chime echoed in Cane’s mind, followed immediately by a blaze of bright blue text flashing directly across his retinas.

[NOTIFICATION]

Yelena Route — Unlocked.

Cane barely had time to register the victory before the translucent window rippled, rearranging itself into a new, pulsing quest prompt with a border of garish, blinking pink hearts.

[QUEST ISSUED: Family Values]

Objective: Make Yelena Ayula call you ‘Daddy’.

Reward: +5 Unallocated Stat Points, Yelena Affection +20%.

Penalty for Failure: Extreme embarrassment and Host will be branded a beta cuck.

Cane froze for half a beat, his thumbs resting directly over Yelena’s throbbing nipples.

Daddy?

He stared at the floating text in profound, hysterical disbelief. Are you fucking kidding me? Is this system running on the search history of a degenerate forum mod from 2018? What kind of psycho wrote this script?

Still. Five stat points were five stat points. And Cane was a man of absolute, unshakeable professional ethics when it came to free stats.

He pulled his mouth away from her throat, his eyes gleaming with dark, wicked amusement.

His left hand, still planted firmly on the plush swell of her ass, pulled back and came down with a sharp, echoing CRACK against her bare cheek.

“Eep!”

Yelena gasped, her back arching off the tree as the sting blossomed into a wave of deep, liquid heat between her thighs. She looked at him with wide, dazed eyes, her lips swollen, her small, perfect breasts heaving wildly in the cool air.

Cane leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling command that vibrated straight through her chest.

“Call me daddy.”

Yelena froze. Every muscle in her body locked up like a coiled spring.

The daze vanished from her eyes, replaced instantly by a wave of furious, indignant shock. “W-what did you just say to me?!”

Cane didn’t argue. He leaned down, caught her lower lip between his teeth, and bit down with just enough pressure to make her whimper. At the same time, his fingers dug savagely into both cheeks of her ass, lifting her slightly, grinding her dripping-wet center directly against his raging erection.

“You heard me,” he growled against her mouth, his breath hot and demanding. “Call me daddy, Yelena. I’m not asking a third time.”

Her face turned a shade of red so profound it bordered on violet.

Her brow furrowed, her lips trembling as she tried desperately to summon the haughty, noble rage of House Ayula. S

he opened her mouth to tell him to rot in hell, to spit in his face, to threaten him with execution—

But beneath the fury, a dark, shameful thrill was flickering through her eyes. Her breath hitched, her nipples tightening even further as a helpless, submissive shudder ran down the back of her thighs. The sheer, degrading absurdity of it was breaking through the last of her defenses, dragging a forbidden heat straight to the pit of her stomach.

She squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers clutching his bare shoulders until her nails bit into his skin.

“D… d-dad…” she choked out, her voice barely a squeak.

“Louder,” Cane commanded, giving her tight ass another firm, possessive squeeze.

“Daddy!” she gasped out, the word tumbling from her lips in a hot, humiliated sob.

CRACK.

A loud, violent snap of dry wood cut through the clearing.

Cane’s head snapped toward the noise on pure, animal instinct.

A familiar face walked out of the woods.