Do Jin stepped deeper into the luxurious master bedroom, the soft carpet swallowing the sound of his footsteps. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and something sweeter — pure feminine frustration.
Lee Mi Yun remained seated on the edge of the massive bed, her white silk robe clinging to her full curves. At forty-two, she looked like a woman who had everything money could buy, yet nothing that could satisfy the ache between her thighs. Her long legs were crossed, one foot dangling seductively, and the robe had slipped just enough to reveal the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
She watched him with half-lidded eyes as he approached the air conditioner unit beside the bed.
"You're younger than I expected," she said, her voice low and smooth, carrying that rich Gangnam accent. "Most repairmen they send are old and sweaty."
Do Jin crouched down in front of the unit, opening his toolbox. He could feel her gaze burning into his back — tracing the muscles of his shoulders, the way his shirt stretched across them.
[Eye of Desire still active]
[Current Desire Level: 87%]
[She's imagining your hands on her body instead of the AC. She wants to be fucked like she actually matters.]
Do Jin smirked to himself. This new body really was cheating.
He deliberately took his time, loosening a few screws slowly, making sure his arm flexed visibly with every movement. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.
After a minute, Mi Yun uncrossed her legs, letting the robe ride up even higher.
"It's been making strange noises at night," she continued, her tone casual but her breathing slightly faster. "I lie here alone… feeling hot… unable to sleep. My husband is always traveling, you see."
Do Jin glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes met.
He didn't look away.
"I understand, ma'am," he said, voice calm but carrying a new, deep confidence this body gave him. "Sometimes things just need… proper attention. The kind that lasts."
Mi Yun's lips parted slightly. A faint flush crept up her neck.
The system's mocking voice rang in his head:
[Ohhh, look at you trying to sound cool. Remember, Mr. 49 — you died with your hand on your dick. Don't get cocky too fast or I'll make you cum in your pants like the loser you were.]
Do Jin ignored the taunt and stood up, pretending to check the vents above the bed. He had to lean over her slightly, close enough that she could smell his clean, masculine scent.
As he reached up, his shirt rode up, exposing a strip of toned abs.
Mi Yun's eyes dropped instantly.
"Do you… need help with anything else while you're here?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave. Her hand rested on the bed beside her, fingers lightly gripping the silk sheets.
Do Jin looked down at her. She was breathing faster now. The robe had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the soft swell of her breast and the edge of a lacy black bra.
His new cock twitched hard in his pants, but the pleasure felt… muted. Like a glass wall was blocking the full sensation. The system wasn't lying — normal flirting wasn't going to cut it.
He decided to push a little.
"Actually, ma'am," he said, voice low, "I think the real problem might not be the air conditioner. It might be something… deeper inside the room."
He let his gaze slide slowly down her body, then back up to her eyes.
Mi Yun bit her lower lip. For a moment, the elegant rich housewife disappeared, replaced by a hungry woman who hadn't been properly touched in over a year.
She shifted on the bed, letting her robe fall open just a little more.
"Then maybe you should inspect it thoroughly," she whispered. "I don't mind if it takes… a long time."
The tension in the room became electric.
Do Jin's heart pounded. This was moving faster than he expected. His body was screaming for release, but the system's rules echoed in his mind: real pleasure required risk.
He took one step closer, now standing directly in front of her seated form.
His hand reached out slowly — not to the AC, but toward her bare shoulder. His fingers brushed her skin lightly, "accidentally."
Mi Yun shivered visibly.
[Warning: Husband's scheduled call in approximately 18 minutes]
[Current SP earned from teasing: 23]
[If you want the full 100, you'll need to make her lose control.]
Do Jin leaned down slightly, his face close to hers.
"Tell me, Mrs. Lee," he murmured, voice husky, "how long has it been since someone actually made you feel good?"
Her breathing hitched. Her hand moved unconsciously, brushing against his thigh.
"Too long," she admitted, voice barely audible. "Far too long."
Their faces were inches apart now.
Do Jin could see the hunger in her eyes — raw, desperate, years of neglect boiling over.
He was about to close the distance when —
The system suddenly flashed a bright red warning.
[Mission Update]
[Hidden Risk Activated]
[Her husband just sent a message saying he will video call in 12 minutes to "check on her."]
[If she answers while you're inside her… Bonus SP x3]
[If you get caught… instant punishment: Dick Sensitivity Overload for 24 hours.]
Do Jin froze for half a second.
Mi Yun noticed the change in his expression and misunderstood it as hesitation.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her hand now boldly sliding up his thigh. "We have time… right?"
She looked up at him with eyes full of lust, her robe now hanging loosely, barely covering anything.
Do Jin felt his pulse thunder in his ears.
This was it.
The first real gamble.
He smiled — a dangerous, excited smile that didn't belong to the old loser who died mid-stroke.
He placed one hand on the bed beside her hip and leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear.
"Then let's not waste any more time, Mrs. Lee."
His other hand slowly moved to the tie of her robe.
Just as his fingers touched the silk —
The system's voice laughed darkly in his head:
[That's the spirit, Mr. 49.]
[Welcome to the game.]
[Now… are you ready to play with fire?]