Darkness swallowed him.
For a long time, there was nothing but weightlessness — like he was drifting through ink.
Then, all at once, he gasped awake, like surfacing from deep water.
A ceiling fan spun above, casting slow-moving shadows across a modest room with light pink curtains. The scent of miso and jasmine lingered in the air. His chest rose and fell. He blinked, unsure whether the body he was in was truly his.
Because it wasn't.
He knew immediately.
Rikuto Ayanami had died. But now, he was alive again — in someone else's skin.
Memories slammed into his brain like waves — fragments of a life that wasn't his: a man spiraling from heartbreak, drowning in alcohol and depression after being left by a beautiful, flirtatious woman who tossed him away like trash. And then… a quiet, kind girl stepped in and changed everything.
Aya.
His wife.
They had married just one month ago, though it felt more like a favor from her side. She loved him silently, always had. She was average — not ugly, just plain — small-framed, modest, kind to a fault. Her beauty wasn't something that turned heads. Not like her mother or sisters, who were gorgeous in a way that could silence a room.
But it was Aya who stayed when everyone else walked away.
He turned his head.
There she was — kneeling beside the bed in a pink apron over her pajamas, carefully stirring a bowl of soup. Her hair was tied in a loose bun. A few strands clung to her cheeks. Her skin looked soft, and her features were delicate — not breathtaking, but sweet. Comforting. Innocent.
She looked up and gasped, eyes wide. "Rikuto! You're awake!"
Her voice was full of relief. She set the bowl aside and leaned in, her fingers reaching toward his forehead to check his temperature.
Before she could touch him, he grabbed her hand — gently but firmly.
She froze. "R-Rikuto?"
His eyes, now burning with clarity and hunger, searched her face. She looked nervous. Cautious. Like a woman who had learned not to expect much from the man she married.
Guilt coiled inside him.
The old Rikuto didn't deserve her.
But he would.
> [Seduction System Activated.]
Welcome, Host, to the Garden of Forbidden Desires.
You have been chosen to awaken the flames buried within others — and yourself.
Initiating: Life Partner Starter Pack
Analyzing Primary Partner: Aya Mitsuki (Wife)
Emotional Devotion: 64%
Romantic Fulfillment: 12%
Sexual Satisfaction: 0%
Detected: Host's primary partner is emotionally loyal but physically neglected.
Would you like to initiate Upgrade Package I for your wife?
Requirements:
Genuinely please her (emotionally and physically).
Rewards:
Facial symmetry enhancement
Complexion brightening
Breast and hip reshaping
Voice softening
Seductive aura activation
World Perception Filter: No one will question her sudden glow-up
> System Note: This change will be seamless. Others will perceive her new beauty as natural — a late bloom of hidden potential.
> Accept mission?
Rikuto's lips curled into a smirk.
> [Mission Accepted.]
New Objective: Make Aya feel loved. Desired. Adored. Touched like a woman should be.
He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
"Rikuto…?" she whispered.
"You've taken care of me, Aya. And I never once returned the love you gave me." His voice was lower now, warmer, confident in a way the old Rikuto never was.
Her eyes widened. Her cheeks flushed.
"I-I didn't do anything… I just—"
"You saved me," he cut in. "Now let me worship you."
He sat up and cupped her face. Her eyes darted down to his bare chest, muscles flexing beneath the sheets. Something had changed in him — something raw and undeniable. He looked at her like a man possessed.
He leaned in, brushing his lips across hers — soft, testing.
She trembled, but didn't pull away.
Their first kiss.
It deepened quickly. He slid his hand into her hair, and her lips parted. His tongue teased hers, and a soft moan escaped her throat before she could stifle it.
> [System Notification: Affection Surge Detected — +10% Happiness]
He pulled her into his lap, his fingers sliding beneath her apron. He could feel her breath hitching against him, her heart racing. Her pajama top clung to her chest, and he could feel her nipples hardening beneath the fabric.
"Aya…" His voice was like warm silk. "Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are when you blush?"
She bit her lip, looking away. "D-Don't tease me…"
"I'm not," he whispered. "I've just never looked at you properly before."
His hand brushed over her stomach, slipping up slowly, fingers dancing across her ribs. She gasped as he pulled her top over her head, revealing small but soft breasts hidden beneath a plain cotton bra.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, pressing kisses along her collarbone.
She squirmed. "I-I've never…"
"I know," he said gently. "But tonight, I want to make you feel things you've never dreamed of."
His fingers unhooked her bra slowly. Her breath caught as the fabric slipped away and her bare breasts were exposed to him.
> [System Notification: +18% Happiness. Erotic Awakening Initiated.]
He cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned softly, trying to cover her mouth.
"No," he said, pushing her hand away. "Let me hear you, Aya."
His mouth closed around her nipple, tongue swirling, lips sucking gently as his other hand slid down her back to her hips. She arched against him, trembling, her body catching fire under his touch.
> [Skill Unlocked: Silken Tongue – increases arousal by 40% when whispering during foreplay.]
"You've been ignored for far too long," he whispered into her ear. "But I see you now."
He pulled her pajama pants down slowly, inch by inch, revealing plain white panties now soaked through.
She gasped. "Rikuto—!"
"Shhh…" he said. "Let me show you what it means to be wanted."
He laid her back on the bed, and as he slid her panties down, her thighs trembled. Her breathing was ragged, her face flushed, her eyes glazed with pleasure and confusion.
"You're already so wet," he murmured.
> [System Notification: Reward Progress – 52%]
And then, he kissed her down there.
Her body jolted.
She cried out, fingers gripping the bedsheet, overwhelmed as his tongue lapped at her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her hips bucked involuntarily. She tried to close her thighs, but he held her open with firm hands.
"You're so sweet, Aya…"
She was gasping now, moaning his name, unable to believe this was her. That she could feel this good. That the man she loved was finally… seeing her.
And then — her body tightened.
She came hard.
Her thighs clamped around his head as she arched her back, crying out his name over and over.
> [System Notification: Happiness Level 100% Reached]
Initiating Transformation…
Aya Mitsuki has awakened latent beauty. Body remodeling in progress. Perception filter activated.
Changes will manifest slowly over 12 hours. She will appear "naturally radiant" to others.
Congratulations, Host. Your wife's body is blossoming — now make her heart yours too.