Chapter 142: Moving carefully

The following morning...

Tom woke to an empty bed.

Although, the other side of the mattress still carried the disorder of the night before, but Sienna was gone.

He lay there for a second, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, then accepted it without much surprise. Of course she would have returned to her own room. A woman like Sienna was never going to stay in his bed until morning and face the aftermath with soft eyes and easy conversation.

What he did wonder was how she would carry herself after last night.

"How will she act from now on?" He wondered curiously in a mumble under his breath.

However, he didn’t dwell much on it. He knew he couldn’t tell until he saw her. And it would be one of these two things; either she was quiet about it - pretend it didn’t happen or she acknowledged it and moved on with the arrangement. Tom was certain that the impulsive hot sex definitely wouldn’t change anything between them or their arrangement.

At that conclusion, he shrugged and sat up.

As soon as his feet touched the floor, the System dinged.

[Busy night, Host. So busy you could not even answer a target at one hundred percent.]

Tom ran a hand through his hair. "Don’t worry about Josie. I already have a plan."

[Is that so?]

Before he could answer further, another panel opened.

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[DAILY TASK COMPLETE]

Previous day tasks cleared.

[REWARD RECEIVED]

Harem Chest

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The chest opened in his vision without any further ado. Inside it was another bracelet, identical in make to the one he had put around Josie’s wrist. Tom studied it briefly, then stored it in his inventory. A second marked gift already waiting for the next woman who would wear it.

Then the new daily tasks appeared.

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[DAILY TASKS]

1. Engage in light exercise and eat healthy throughout the day

2. Cum three times using items from the Heart of Temptation Shop

Reward: Random Chest

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Tom stared at the second line longer than the first and his brows furrowed in surprise.

"What is the purpose of that one?" He asked.

[Host has gone days without proper release. That is unhealthy for a perverted system’s host.]

Tom shook his head and let out a dry chuckle. "Of course."

He did not argue with it. First things first. He dropped to the floor and worked through a lighter set of exercise than the previous morning, enough to satisfy the task without draining himself before the day properly began. When he finished, he went straight into the bathroom, washed, dressed, and only then left the room.

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The living room was already arranged for breakfast.

A large spread waited on the dining table, just as excessive as the morning before: fresh fruit stacked in careful layers, yogurt, toast, eggs, and more side options than one man needed. But Sienna was not there.

Aria stood by the table instead, placing the last of the fruit into position. The moment she noticed him, her posture changed. Her hands slowed and she lifted her chin slightly. The look she gave him was not the neutral glance of staff doing morning work.

It was purposeful and Tom knew what it meant.

"Good morning, sir," she said, making her voice softer than necessary.

Tom’s eyes moved over the table, then around the room. "Where is Sienna?"

"She has gone to work, sir." Aria smoothed an invisible crease near the fruit bowl. "She left early."

That made Tom pause.

Sienna had never left that early before, not in all the time he had lived under the same roof. Whatever composure she needed after last night, she had chosen distance and timing to protect it.

"She instructed me to ensure you eat," Aria added.

As she said it, she stepped a little closer to the chair he was meant to use, her fingers trailing along the top of the seat in a slow line. Her uniform was properly worn, but the top buttons were not as tightly handled as they should have been, and when she leaned forward to adjust a plate, the movement gave him a clear view she did not need to offer.

Tom shook his head at what she was offering but didn’t say anything in that regard. He just pulled the chair out himself and sat.

"I’ll eat."

Aria remained near the table longer than required, her eyes lingering on him with open interest. "If the spread is too much, I can serve you directly."

"No need."

"Or stay while you eat," she continued, unbothered by the refusal. "In case you want something else brought out."

Tom reached for the simplest portion on the table and began serving himself a clean, moderate plate. Eggs, fruit and toast. Nothing excessive.

"Don’t worry. I’ve got it. You can go back to whatever you need to do." he told her calmly.

Aria’s mouth curved upward in disappointment but not discouraged. She finally stepped back, though her gaze still moved over him with the memory of the doorway rejection clearly unfinished in her mind. Tom ignored it and ate without inviting further conversation. Whatever hunger she wanted to turn into opportunity, he was not feeding it this morning.

As he ate, his thoughts shifted fully to Josie.

One part of him maintained firmly that she had called at the worst possible moment. But the other part of him maintained that he was the one who had misused the opportunity, given that the bracelet had shown her at peak arousal but he had closed the screen and chosen Sienna anyway. That kind of silence would not land gently on a proud, starved woman who had already been left unattended by her husband for months. If he left the silence untouched for too long, the opening could harden into distance.

He knew he needed to move carefully, but he still needed to move.

When he finished the simple meal, he set the cutlery down, wiped his mouth, and brought out his phone.

Aria was still watching from the side of the room.

Tom did not look at her. He found Josie’s contact, his thumb hovering only for a second as the idea that came to him on how to approach her became clearer...

Then he placed the call.