The Silver Mark on Alex's chest was glowing with an almost imperceptible faint light. Mrs. Summer was wearing a bright red, off-the-shoulder nightdress that perfectly showcased her phenomenal figure. Her round shoulders, delicate skin, and collarbones were exposed, subtly hinting at the bra underneath. She was infinitely charming and alluring.
Mrs. Summer was aware that her clothing was highly seductive, but who could have expected Alex to show up so early in the morning? She hadn't even had a chance to change.
Actually... even if she had changed, it wouldn't matter. He would only...
The thought made the slight surge of shame subside, but the underlying emotions of entanglement, nervousness, and fear still churned. Unbeknownst to her, all these emotions were being transmitted to Alex through the glowing Silver Mark.
On one hand, he watched the beautiful young woman behave exactly as before, nestled against him and whispering endearments. On the other hand, he felt the complexity of her emotional state through the Silver Mark. This was a novel experience.
Madam, are you planning to keep up the pretense?
How interesting.
"I actually came specifically to see Elara Senpai. She's home, right?" Noticing Mrs. Summer's body briefly stiffen, Alex chuckled inwardly and intentionally blinked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I..."
Before she could finish, he lifted her fair, tender face, pinching her elastic, moist skin, and leaned in intimately. "Are you jealous? Just kidding. I came to see you too, Madam~"
"Although Elara Senpai is wonderful, in my heart, Mrs. Summer is much more tempting."
His fingers gently caressed her smooth cheek, paired with his intensely suggestive words, making Mrs. Summer's body become even more pliant and soft. Even though she had recovered her senses, her body, her body was reacting uncontrollably.
The married woman pressed her lips together, her heart heavy with conflict.
The familiar scent of the young man confused her heart. Her body had become addicted to his affection and caresses. The feeling of being thoroughly subdued, which radiated from her inside and out, terrified her.
How can I be like this? I should be resisting him! Why...
All the terrible things Alex did to me before—asking me to show my breasts as thanks, demanding an "expression of gratitude"... It was too much! But... has my body been completely tamed by him?
"What's wrong?" Seeing her spaced out, Alex leaned in, their faces almost touching. "You look a little pale; you don't look well. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Has he discovered that I've recovered? This reaction suggests he hasn't, right? If he had... he would definitely hypnotize me again. I absolutely, absolutely must not let him find out, or I will surely be controlled.
But why is he being so... kind to me?
"Are you worried about me?" Mrs. Summer lowered her head slightly, avoiding the boy's gaze. Despite this, Alex's scent continuously wafted into her nostrils, enveloping her with a familiar aroma that pulled the conflicted wife into a cycle of sinking and waking up.
"Of course. Madam, you are my woman. Naturally, I worry about you," Alex's hand continued to stroke the wife's cheek, teasing the beautiful woman's heart. "Have you forgotten? You once told me that you are my little slave."
That was because you controlled me!
Mrs. Summer fiercely suppressed the palpitations in her heart.
"Besides, if anything truly happened to you, I would be heartbroken~"
The seductive words echoed in her ear. Mrs. Summer's pupils contracted, and she abruptly pushed Alex away and stood up. Her vibrant, waist-length red hair swayed behind her. Under Alex's teasing, she truly was on the verge of blowing her cover, so she quickly changed the subject. "Alex, I... I'll go pour you a glass of water. You must be thirsty."
With that, she turned and hurried towards the kitchen.
The Madam walked fast, her steps quick and chaotic. She only allowed herself to relax once she reached the kitchen, leaning against the wall and forcing herself not to collapse. She tightly gripped her shirt over her chest, trying to stifle her increasingly frantic heartbeat. Her body was growing hotter.
She hadn't run away because she hated Alex or felt repulsed. On the contrary, she had to leave because she was afraid of falling for his gentleness and concern, afraid of becoming intoxicated by his sweet words! Otherwise, not just her body, but her very soul would be tamed by him...
"It's fake, it must be fake! Saying he'd be heartbroken... he's just toying with me, just playing a prank."
Mrs. Summer closed her eyes, murmuring, trying to hypnotize herself. After a long moment, she opened her eyes and shakily poured a glass of tea, her expression conflicted. "Why?"
Why do I still feel a flutter in my heart, even though I've returned to normal and know he must be toying with me? Summer, Summer, how can you be so shameless? How can you feel this way about him...
"No, I'm not fluttering, and I'm not intoxicated. I'm just, just doing this for Elara, to prevent Elara from being tricked and harmed. Yes, that's right."
As if finding a reason to convince herself, Mrs. Summer's face gradually regained its composure. She picked up the glass and returned to the living room.
"Alex, here, have a glass of water."
She was back to her usual smile. Alex leaned back on the sofa and stretched. He was very curious. What was going on with Mrs. Summer? Her previously frantic emotions had suddenly calmed down quite a bit.
Madam, what's wrong with you?
"Ugh, I don't want water, I have no appetite," Alex slumped his shoulders, feigning dejection. "I feel like you're being distant with me, keeping your distance. Are you perhaps rejecting me?"
"...That's not true at all. I like Alex very much," Mrs. Summer quickly explained, sitting down beside the boy and taking his hand. "Alex is a very important person to me. How could I reject you?"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Mrs. Summer, do you really like me?"
"What are you saying at this point? Didn't we... didn't we do everything? Of course I like you," Mrs. Summer said, blushing and pressing his hand against her chest.
"I like you too," Alex said with a meaningful smile, staring at the young woman's bashful expression. "But I don't want water. I want milk."
Why does Alex suddenly sound like a child? But never mind, as long as he hasn't found out I've returned to normal, it's fine. Mrs. Summer's eyes were complex. "I'll go get some milk."
"Ahem, I wasn't talking about cow's milk, but rather—"
"..."
Alright, she remembered Alex's ability—the one that allowed him to extract milk... which he called Sacred Nectar? Pah, how lewd. How can he have such a strange ability?
"I understand. If you want to drink... then drink."
Lifting her shirt, Alex's head burrowed into her delicate breast. His warm breath hit her sensitive skin, making her shiver with a hot, ticklish sensation. His lips and tongue sucked and gently bit, leaving clear, visible marks.
She had experienced the sensation of being nursed many times. This time was no exception; her skin flushed pink and looked utterly seductive. Waves of pleasure made her eyes hazy. Even though the hypnotic effect had worn off, the physical feeling remained the same.
This is for Elara, for Elara...
Tsk tsk, she really wasn't going to blow her cover, was she?
"Mom?"
The girl, who had just woken up and was wearing her pajamas, stood on the stairs, looking at them in surprise.