The Council Tea chamber gleamed like a jewel box, its long table draped in ivory silk under the glow of crystal orbs suspended from gilded scrollwork.
Sunlight poured through tall windows, casting filigree shadows across vases of over-sweet roses, their cloying perfume a vain attempt to mask the room's simmering tension.
Takuya Kazama stood a step behind Lady Seraphina Grellhart's left shoulder.
Four hours, 51 minutes, the timer ticked.
Seraphina sat at the table's head, her midnight silk gown hugging her full breasts and flaring hips, her ice-blue eyes fixed on her notes as she spoke of trade routes and winter schedules.
Her velvet glove rested on the table, its dark sheen a quiet taunt.
Five noblewomen, all over thirty, formed a crescent around her, their velvets and laces heavy with fragrance and unspoken desire.
Lady Vellora's corset strained against her plump curves, her steel-gray hair catching the light.
Madame Renne's pearl-choked gown shimmered, her dark eyes flicking to Takuya with predatory curiosity.
The others—less distinct but no less alluring—watched him with veiled interest, their glances like fingers tracing his form.
Takuya ignored Seraphina's words. He was listening to her body, guided by the newly unlocked skill:
Passive: Whispers of the Body – Active
Target: Lady Seraphina Grellhart
– Shoulder Tension: Rising stress, subtle rigidity
– Pulse: Accelerated at mention of your presence
– Gloved Hand Twitch: Suppressed arousal spike at proximity
Nearby Targets: 4 MILFs, baseline arousal range 5–18%
His pervert brain grinned.
Got you, milady. He leaned down, his breath brushing her ear, voice soft and teasing. "Would the Lady care for more lemon?"
Seraphina didn't turn, her voice ice-cold. "Pour."
Takuya lifted the teapot, his movements slow, theatrical.
Hot liquid kissed the porcelain's lip, a single drop trickling onto her velvet glove, spreading like a dark stain.
Vellora gasped across the table, her corset creaking as she leaned forward.
Takuya met her steel-gray eyes, offering a faint nod of apology, but his fingers moved with languid grace, dabbing the glove with a cloth, each touch a gentle press against Seraphina's hand.
Her fingers jerked, but stayed put, the velvet warm under his touch.
Target Restraint: Dropping – Now 72%
Trigger Detected: Gloved Wetness Fetish Confirmed
Arousal Surge: Seraphina: 39%, Vellora: 16%
Seraphina fell silent, her ice-blue gaze fixed on her teacup for a full minute.
The noblewomen tittered, their awkward laughter filling the void. Renne broke the silence, her voice sharp. "He is… remarkably attentive."
Takuya smiled without turning. "My Lady is most deserving."
Her gloved hand clenched in her lap, the velvet creaking softly.
The system pinged.
Arousal Tick: Seraphina: 40%, Vellora: 17%, Renne: 13%
System Warning: Time Remaining: 4 hours, 51 minutes
New Objective Prompt: Touch the thigh of your primary target without verbal objection.
Reward: Enhanced Arousal Aura Calibration
Takuya stepped back, his shoulder brushing Seraphina's as he moved, the contact fleeting but electric.
He leaned in again, voice a whisper of silk-wrapped sin.
"Forgive me," he said. "I simply can't help wanting to touch beautiful things."
Seraphina's teacup clinked against its saucer, a faint tremor betraying her composure.
"Tea is concluded," she said shortly. "Ladies, thank you."
The noblewomen filed out, Vellora casting Takuya a lingering wink, her corset swaying. Renne's pearls glinted as she glanced back, her lips curling.
Alone, Seraphina stood, her hands trembling slightly, her ice-blue eyes flashing with something—anger, desire, confusion.
"You're playing a dangerous game," she said, voice tight.
Takuya bowed, his smile simmering beneath a mask of civility.
"I plan to win, my Lady."