The private study's air still thrummed with the echo of Seraphina's moan, her violet-amber scent lingering like a forbidden promise.
Bookshelves loomed, their parchment musk blending with citrus and the faint crackle of the hearth's dying embers.
Takuya Kazama stood alone.
His fingertips tingled, the warmth of Seraphina's thigh—soft, tense, gartered—seared into his memory.
Mission cleared. Aura unlocked. Game's just getting started.
The click of Seraphina's heels had faded, the slammed door a silent challenge.
Takuya's cheek stung faintly from her slap, but his wicked grin betrayed his triumph.
She moaned. I won.
The Arousal Aura tingled under his skin, a subtle musk wafting from him, primed to tease repressed desires.
This wasn't a victory—it was the opening move in a far bigger game.
The door creaked open, a soft groan breaking the study's hush.
A woman entered—tall, busty, mid-forties, her maid's dress tailored just tight enough to hint at curves honed by years of indulgence and labor.
Her dusky skin glowed in the firelight, her sleeves rolled above work-toned forearms, a feather duster in one hand, a silver tea tray in the other.
Maelia, senior housemaid, her auburn hair pinned in a stern bun, exuded a quiet confidence that screamed repressed MILF energy.
Her dark eyes flicked up, meeting Takuya's, and she stopped mid-step.
"Oh," she said, surprise softening her throaty voice. "Still here, are you?"
Takuya smiled, his pervert brain already scripting scenarios. "Should I be worried?"
She gave a throaty chuckle, the sound warm and teasing, her curves swaying as she moved toward the shelves. "Only if the Lady leaves marks."
The system pinged, crimson text flickering in his vision:
Arousal Aura: Passive Ping
Target: Maelia – Senior Housemaid
Arousal: 7%
Curiosity: 18%
Glance Duration: 1.7 seconds longer than polite norm
Takuya watched her dust a book spine, her movements practiced but deliberate, her dark eyes darting back to him under the guise of work.
She's curious. Let's see how far this aura goes.
He leaned against the chaise, letting his coat part slightly, revealing a sliver of chest.
"You're the new man, aren't you?" she asked, flicking her duster with a casual snap.
"You could say that," he replied, voice smooth and teasing. "Though I didn't exactly apply."
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling. "Not many men end up chained in the Rose Room without some intent."
Target Reaction: Verbal Teasing Engaged
System Passive: Social Volley – Active
Bonus: +5% effectiveness in MILF banter
Arousal: 9%
Curiosity: 22%
Takuya stepped forward, just a fraction closer, his boots soft on the rug.
Not looming—inviting, his Arousal Aura wafting subtly, a musk that teased her senses.
"Well, intent is one thing," he said, voice dropping to a playful murmur. "But sometimes fate just drops you into the bath of a beautiful woman."
Her duster paused mid-air, her dark eyes widening for a heartbeat before she resumed, the motion a touch less steady.
"You don't seem rattled," she said, her tone breezy but laced with intrigue.
"I was," Takuya replied, leaning closer, the citrus air warming between them. "Then I saw her in that robe. Now I'm just… inspired."
Maelia laughed, a rich sound that vibrated through the study, her curves shifting under the tight dress.
"Careful. Housemaids talk. You'll end up the subject of giggles."
"Only giggles?" he asked, his grin wicked, eyes tracing the swell of her bust. "No sighs? No flushed cheeks?"
Target Arousal: 11%
Effect: Unintentional Scent Response – Triggered. Minor musk emitted. MILF targets now 5% more sensitive to proximity.
Curiosity: 25%
Maelia turned, facing him fully, her duster resting at her side. Her smile shifted—still polite, still teasing, but sharper, more alert.
She stepped closer, the air between them crackling, her scent—lavender and warm linen—mingling with his aura's musk.
"You've got a strange presence, boy," she murmured, her voice husky, eyes lingering on his chest. "Like something just waiting to be touched."
Takuya tilted his head, his pervert brain screaming jackpot. "Do you want to find out?"
Her dark eyes held his, a beat too long, her breath catching faintly.
Then she turned—too fast, too obvious—and bent to retrieve a velvet glove from the chaise, her dress hugging her hips, the bend anything but modest.
Takuya's cock twitched, the trousers tightening painfully.
Target Curiosity: 27%
System Reward: Passive study of MILF responses complete
Progress toward MILF Affinity I: 42%
Arousal: 13%
Maelia stood, her voice breezy again, but her cheeks held a faint flush.
"Careful with the Lady," she said, her hips swaying as she moved toward the door. "She's colder than the North Cellar—until she burns you."
The door clicked shut, her rhythmical sway lingering in Takuya's mind.
He exhaled, grinning, his Arousal Aura humming with potential.
This house is a powder keg of desire.
And I'm the fucking spark.