Sleep began to pull him under.

  But just as his mind started to drift, suddenly a thought flashed through him as lightning hit him.

  ‘What? Mom is horny?’

  His eyes snapped open. He stared at the dark ceiling for a second, his heart suddenly beating faster.

  ‘Didn’t the system status show Mom’s status as very horny? Does that mean she is horny right now? Is she…?’

  He stayed perfectly still, listening to make sure both women were asleep. Mira’s breathing was deep and even on his right. And Elara’s was slower, but… not quite steady, as it should have been.

  Then quietly, he opened the system screen in front of his eyes to check once again if he was mistaken or not. And there it was…

  << Host: Lysander Veyne >>

  Strength: 28

  Stamina: 39

  Mana: 100/150

  System Points (SP): 100

  Active Targets:

  [Elara Veyne (Step-Mother)] – Difficulty: SS-Rank | Status: Very horny(Masterbating) (Physical contact 0%) | Affection: 93 | Lust: 46%

  [Sara Thorne (Landowner)] – Difficulty: B-Rank | Status: Walking towards her room (Physical contact 0%) | Affection: 56 | Lust: 89%

  [Mira Veyne (Step-Sister)] – Difficulty: S-Rank | Status: Sleeping (Physical contact 0%) | Affection: 124 | Lust: 26%

  Passive Targets: Elowen Valtor

  Lys’s gaze locked onto Elara’s line.

  Status: Very horny (Masterbating)

  The words sent a jolt through him right away. He knew that the system showed real-time status. That meant right now, right beside him, Elara was very horny.

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  His pulse quickened. Slowly, carefully, he turned his head just enough to look at her.

  She was lying on her side, facing away from him. The thin blanket covered her body, but it was moving. Slowly. Rhythmically.

  Her shoulder twitched. Her hips shifted under the fabric. One leg was slightly bent, and the shape of her hand was visible beneath the blanket, moving between her thighs.

  She was ‘touching’ herself.

  Lys’s mouth went dry. He could hear her breathing now, not the steady rhythm of sleep, but short, shaky little breaths. Every few seconds, she let out a tiny, almost silent whimper, but just as quickly, biting her lip to hold it in.

  ‘She’s masturbating….right next to me?!’

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  The realization made his cock twitch hard under his own blanket. Heat flooded his body. He remembered how she had looked earlier at the well, bent over, ass pushed out, dress clinging to her wet curves. Now she was doing this because she was too turned on to sleep!?

  He stayed perfectly still, watching. Her hand moved faster under the blanket. Her hips rocked gently, pressing against her fingers. Another soft, desperate sound escaped her, almost like a moan, but she caught it and turned it into a shaky exhale.

  ‘She’s thinking about something… or someone?’

  Lys’s cock throbbed painfully. Was she thinking about him? About the night he had sucked on her breast? About how he had made her come with his fingers while Mira slept beside them?

  These kinds of thoughts hovered in his mind.

  Elara’s body started to tense. Her toes curled under the blanket. She pressed her face deeper into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound as her hand worked quicker between her legs.

  “Mmm…” A tiny, broken whimper slipped out.

  Just as the sound came out, she froze for a second, listening. When she heard nothing from behind her, she continued again, but slower now, more careful.

  Her breathing was ragged. Her free hand gripped the edge of the blanket tightly.

  Behind her, Lys’s heart hammered in his chest. His cock was fully hard now, aching against his thigh, as he was watching this scene with the little moonlight coming through the window and their poorly made roof.

  He wanted to reach over. He wanted to slide his hand under that blanket and replace his own hand with hers. He wanted to hear her moan his name for real.

  But he stayed completely still, eyes fixed on the way the blanket moved over her hand, the way her body trembled with every small, desperate movement.

  Elara’s hips started moving again, a little faster. Her breathing grew quicker. It seemed like she was getting close.

  Lys swallowed hard, but his throat was very dry.

  He tried to stay perfectly still, but his heart was pounding so hard he was sure she could hear it, if she just calmed down for a second. The thin blanket moved in slow, in rhythmic waves as Elara’s hand worked between her thighs. Her breathing had grown ragged, each exhale shaky and desperate.

  “Mmmf… ah…”

  Then the moans could be heard. The sound was so soft, so needy, it sent another rush of heat straight to Lys’s cock.

  But he still didn’t move.

  Elara’s hips started rocking faster, chasing her pleasure. The blanket slipped down slightly, revealing the curve of her full breast and the hard peak of her nipple. Her free hand gripped the edge of the mat tightly, knuckles white. Her breathing turned into short, frantic gasps.

  All of a sudden, her whole body tensed. A muffled cry escaped into the pillow as she came.

  “Nnngh…oh… ah…!”

  Her thighs clamped together around her hand, trembling hard. Her back arched, pushing her breasts upward for a moment before she collapsed back down, breathing heavily. Small aftershocks made her body twitch for several long seconds. Slowly, her hand stilled between her legs. She let out one final, shaky sigh and went limp.

  A minute later, her breathing became deep and even. She had fallen asleep.

  Lys remained frozen, staring at her in the faint moonlight. His cock was still painfully hard, leaking against his thigh. The scent of her arousal was faint but unmistakable in the warm air of the hut.

  ‘She came right next to me…and now she is just sleeping?!’

  He wanted to wake her. He wanted to roll her over, spread her legs, and finally claim what he had been fantasizing about since the first time he woke up in this body.

  But he didn’t.

  ‘It wouldn’t be that easy,’ He figured.

  After all, she was still his stepmother. Even if the system saw her as an SS-Rank target, even if she was clearly hungry for touch, even if she had let him suck on her breast that one night… pushing her right now could ruin everything. She might panic. She might pull away. She might feel guilty and close herself off completely.

  And he didn’t want to ruin what he had over just his own lust. So, he obviously needed a better plan. A plan that didn’t involve him forcing her to do something.

  A slower, but smarter plan.

  One that would make her come to him on her own. It should make her beg for him.

  As if his mind was inside, suddenly an idea came into his mind.

  His lips curved into a dark, determined smile in the darkness.

  ‘Heh, Now that I know how horny she really is… I will use it to my advantage. I’ll make her see me as a potential sexual partner. Someone she can use anytime if she wants, to relieve herself.’

  He turned onto his side, facing away from her, and closed his eyes. His mind was already racing with wild ideas, ways to tease her, ways to make her ache for him without ever crossing the line too soon. Ways to make his beautiful, neglected stepmother crave him so badly she wouldn’t be able to resist anymore.

  ‘Soon, Mom… you won’t have to touch yourself in secret anymore.’

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