"Bastard, I can't breathe."

Hela chided him in a mock-angry, almost coquettish tone, her voice low. Her words instantly pulled Luis back to reality.

As she trembled, Luis slowly withdrew his now softened dick from her tender asshole. When he straightened up, his entire body felt weak, his bones seeming to melt into a soft, boneless puddle.

He collapsed limply to the side, his mind still wrestling with a particularly agonizing thought.

The number of cheat codes from the Affection Through Familiarity system has decreased. Aside from his wife Lily Wood and the Whitmore sisters, all other cheat codes are now ineffective.

The new cheat code only has two uses left, meaning that Yana and her daughter, as well as Chloe and her sister, have all lost their functions. To regain the system's abilities, he must put in more effort.

"What's wrong? You look like you're about to die."

Initially, Hela felt quite awkward. After recovering from her climax, she remained silent for a long while.

First of all, she didn't know how to face him, nor did she know what to say. In her imagination, what awaited her was endless verbal humiliation from this scheming bastard.

She expected him to tease her about having her asshole fucked, about having all three holes penetrated at once, to mock the lewd expression she made every time she climaxed...

But now, Luis lay silently beside her, seemingly lost in thought. This unusual behavior actually made Hela feel less awkward.

She took the initiative to lie down beside him and whispered, "Is it because my reaction wasn't what you expected? I cried, but I didn't panic..."

"Don't overthink it. You're being a bit self-important."

Luis temporarily pushed aside thoughts of the system. He simply rolled over and pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to nibble at her plump, tender breasts as he whispered,

"A woman as clever as you, adapting so quickly... Could it be you already suspected it was me?"

"I didn't."

Hela hugged Luis's head in an intimate gesture and said softly, "Don't kiss my nipples anymore. My whole body is sore, and I just want to rest properly."

"Are your nipples sensitive?"

Luis gave a mischievous grin.

Hela hesitated briefly, then admitted with shame, "They weren't sensitive before. But after what you did, even touching them in the shower feels like an electric shock now."

"Let's go shower and brush our teeth. I still want to kiss your mouth later."

Without waiting for her consent, Luis picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Hela initially stiffened with unfamiliar resistance, but soon relaxed, allowing him to hold her without a word.

Upon entering the bathroom, he discovered she had even prepared new toothbrushes and other essentials.

This discovery delighted Luis, but she blushed and lowered her head, unwilling to explain. Strangely, this thoughtful preparation made her feel even more ashamed than being anally penetrated.

Her persona tags—career-driven, strong woman, workaholic—weren't deliberately crafted. Her marriage with Darlan fell apart precisely because she genuinely was that kind of person.

If her previous preparations had been made purely out of self-interest, simply to avoid dampening his mood...

Now, seeing the pleased expression on Luis's face, she couldn't help but feel a shy, feminine sense of pride and satisfaction.

After brushing their teeth, she still seemed somewhat uneasy. Luis pulled her under the shower spray. As he lathered her body with shower gel, he noticed her stiffening awkwardly, her embarrassment palpable.

He couldn't help but ask, "You and Old Darlan never showered together?"

"He was always on the phone after work, and I was busy with my own tasks. Who had time for such romantic notions?"

Hela retorted with a hint of reproach.

This was her first time showering with a man. Though walking was unsteady after her first anal experience, she hadn't uttered a single complaint—a definite point in her favor.

"Are you disappointed it's me?"

All humans have their vanities, so Luis posed this soul-searching question.

Hela hesitated briefly, then lowered her head shyly. "I suspected everyone else. I truly never suspected you."

"Why? Because in your eyes, I'm just a freeloader? Even if I had desires, I lacked the capability?"

Hela tacitly agreed, admitting openly, "I would have found it more plausible if it were the security guard downstairs. But with you... I simply couldn't see any connection between us."

"True. Back then, you had no idea how badly I wanted to take you from behind when I saw that beautiful ass of yours."

Luis embraced her, both hands kneading her breasts. Seeing her acceptance, he inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You bastard..."

Hela suddenly turned and slapped Luis. The blow was light, almost playful, carrying no real force.

It was her final act of defiance, a last stand for her wounded pride. After striking him, seeing his amused smile, she lowered her head again, a touch of shyness returning.

Luis used a large towel to dry them both, then scooped her up in a princess carry, heading out of the bathroom.

Now that her identity was exposed, it did have an impact. Hela, who had been compliant all night, immediately protested, "Put me down. I can walk myself."

"If you don't shut up, I'll fuck your asshole until it's torn open and you can't walk."

"Would you like to try?"

Steam filled the bathroom. After brushing their teeth, he held Hela's voluptuous body under the spray, enjoying the feel of the water.

He caressed her mature, full breasts with delight, kissing and fondling her. Hela responded with a mix of shyness and lingering awkwardness.

"What? Never had a lovers' shower with your husband?"

Luis teased.

"Never tried it. Never had the interest."

Hela was blunt. "Looking at your face... it just feels strange."

"Hehe, isn't it better now that we're even closer? More intimate."

"Nonsense. I thought you were a well-behaved boy..."

Hela moaned, her tone coyly reproachful. "I even told my son to learn from you, to be steady and not cause worry. Who knew you were such a pervert?"

She wasn't fully comfortable either. After a quick shower, they dried off and returned to bed.

Holding that voluptuous body against him, Luis explored it freely. After a moment, Hela finally said, "I truly didn't expect it to be you. I suspected everyone... but never you."

"Hehe, if it were someone else, having that leverage wouldn't just lead to fucking you."

Luis kissed her cheek, a lecherous smile on his face. "Besides, if it weren't for me, I probably wouldn't have worked so hard to find evidence you could use against Kai."

"Right, where did you get that evidence?"

Hela couldn't help but ask.

Luis didn't answer directly. Instead, he took her hand and placed it on his erect cock, grinning lewdly. "Let's not talk about that now, dear mother-in-law. I think you should take care of this first."

"You're awful... It's hard again so soon..."

After a night of unriddled lust, Hela, with her body and soul completely opened, was indeed a captivating enchantress.

She swayed her voluptuous figure in the cowgirl position, her full and soft breasts bouncing with each movement. That wanton, seductive demeanor felt unfamiliar even to herself, yet she couldn't help but lose herself in it, sinking deeper and deeper.

In the final, traditional missionary pose, her legs tightly wrapped around the man's sturdy waist.

The two engaged in a fervent, passionate French kiss, their fingers interlaced tightly. Luis thrust into her again and again, penetrating that lush, ripe body with fierce intensity, bringing both of them wild and frenzied pleasure.

After a satisfying, full release inside her, their bodies remained tangled together as they fell into a heavy, deep sleep.

The ripples of that night lingered long after the storm had passed. Even as the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, the air remained thick with a lewd, carnal scent—the unmistakable aroma of their coupling.

Having vented all their pent-up desires, they slept like the dead, lost in sweet dreams. Had the phone not rung, they might have slept through the entire day.

Hela answered the phone in a drowsy haze, yawning repeatedly. "Hello, Chloe!!"

"Sis, are you still sleeping?? It's almost one o'clock??"

On the other end of the line, Chloe's voice was exceptionally pleasant to the ear, clear and melodious like the chime of a silver bell.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm on night shift today."

Hela mumbled into the phone, still half-asleep. Luis had already gotten up, gone to the bathroom to relieve himself, returned to the bedside, lit a cigarette, and stretched lazily.

"Oh, right, I completely forgot about that. It's really true what they say—pregnancy makes you stupid for three years."

"Sis, we're going to the mall this afternoon. Do you want to come along?"

"No, I won't go. You and Sister Fianna go ahead. I have work to do this afternoon."

Hela glanced somewhat sheepishly at Luis, who was sitting naked beside her.

"Oh, alright then. I'll ask Nancy if she wants to go."

After hanging up, Luis stretched again and grinned lustfully. "I worked too hard yesterday, and now I'm absolutely starving. Let's make something to eat first."

Hela shot him a charming, teasing glare. "Make what? I hardly ever eat at home. There's only instant noodles here, and the fridge is practically empty. Besides, my cooking is terrible—I'd probably poison you."

Hela got up and slipped on a nightgown. Luis also got dressed, and together they moved to the living room.

From the large suitcase he had brought over the previous night, Luis hauled out a delicate, sophisticated machine and placed it on the table. He then began setting it up according to the instruction manual.

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