Jian watched, a familiar stillness settling over him, as Mr. Davis once again positioned himself. This time, his wife wasn't just assisting with a stretch; she was his seat. Mr. Davis, his weight considerable, settled onto her ample backside as he faced his computer, seemingly engrossed in his work.
Jian's Internal Thought: He's become quite comfortable. Almost… possessive. The System hums faintly, a constant reassurance.
"More coffee, Mr. Davis?" Jian offered, his voice carefully neutral, playing the ever-obliging, slightly dim husband.
Mr. Davis grunted in acknowledgment, not shifting his weight. Jian noted the slight flush creeping up his wife's neck, the almost imperceptible clench of her glutes beneath the fabric of her dress.
Jian's Internal Thought: He's truly addicted to this closeness. Every moment he can steal, he takes. Let him.
As the days bled into weeks, the pattern solidified. Mr. Davis would "incorporate" his wife into his workday whenever possible, using her as a soft, yielding support while he typed or attended virtual meetings. Jian would bring snacks and drinks, always the attentive host, his internal satisfaction growing with each subtle interaction he witnessed. The Verdant Sovereign System continued to reward his patience.
Jian's Internal Thought: He believes me a fool, oblivious to the blatant way he clings to her. The System's influence is strong.
One afternoon, a knock on the door announced a visitor – Jian's mother-in-law. Her arrival coincided with one of Mr. Davis's particularly enthusiastic "yoga sessions," where he was deeply pressed against Jian's wife, demonstrating a prolonged "seated stretch."
"Hello, Mother," Jian greeted, stepping aside to let her in.
His mother-in-law's eyes widened slightly as she took in the scene: Mr. Davis's substantial form intimately connected with her daughter's. Jian's wife offered a strained, polite smile, her cheeks noticeably flushed.
"Hello, dear," his mother-in-law replied, her tone perfectly normal as she turned to Mr. Davis. "Mr. Davis, always a pleasure."
"Mrs. [Mother-in-law's Last Name]," Mr. Davis responded smoothly, not relinquishing his position. "Just demonstrating some advanced yoga techniques for your daughter."
As his mother-in-law moved further into the living room, Jian caught a flicker of thought in her eyes, amplified by the subtle feedback from his System.
Mother-in-law's Internal Thought: That poor, clueless Jian. He really doesn't see what's happening right under his nose. My daughter… she always was a bit… adventurous.
"Can I get you some tea, Mother?" Jian offered, maintaining his facade of gentle cluelessness.
Later, as Mr. Davis finally rose from his "yoga," the imprint of his weight was visible on his wife's dress, the fabric slightly stretched and creased across her glutes. Jian brought in more food, observing everything with a keen, internal eye.
"Such interesting yoga, Mr. Davis," Jian commented, tilting his head slightly as he watched his wife subtly adjust her clothing. "It seems very… thorough."
Mr. Davis chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. "Indeed, Jian. One must be dedicated to true flexibility."
The pressure continued, both literally and figuratively. Mr. Davis's reliance on Jian's wife as his personal cushion grew bolder. Jian watched, listened to the soft sounds of their bodies in contact, the occasional suppressed sigh from his wife, the self-satisfied hum of the System within him. The "green" continued to ripen, a silent, potent force shaping their unusual domestic life. Mr. Davis would seek her out, his large frame pressing against her whenever he could, a constant, intimate pressure that Jian both orchestrated and observed.