Chapter 55: First shot at change

Tom woke to the sound of the System’s chime.

For a few seconds he didn’t open his eyes fully. The sound was familiar now, but something about the ding felt different this morning.

It wasn’t the tone the system used when waking him up.

"An update or what?" He muttered as he opened his eyes. When he finally looked up, the interface floating above him was not his own.

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[TARGET: STELLA MARCHETTI]

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Curiosity: 80%

Attraction: 50%

Love: 1%

Obsession: 12% (+10%)

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Status: Unstable

Notes: Subject attempted substitution and failed.

Craving has intensified beyond physical appetite.

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The increment wasn’t really as interesting as the note beneath the numbers.

"Craving? What’s she craving for?" Tom wondered aloud and he didn’t need to search far for an answer. One part of him answered;

For him, obviously.

Tom shook his head in incredulity... Then his attention went to the numbers.

Obsession at twelve percent? The jump was clean, and it had happened without him sending a message, making a call, or stepping privately into a room without her. He pushed himself up slowly and sat against the headboard, his eyes still on the interface.

[Well done, Host.] [That’s commendable.]The System’s voice carried a clear note of satisfaction.

Tom rubbed a hand over his face. "I didn’t think it would move just from distance."

[Then you’re underestimating the man you’re becoming.] There was amusement underneath the words, but very closer to approval. [Presence leaves an aftertaste. Memory does half the work when the impression is strong enough. She tried to replace you and failed.]

"Oh, that’s interesting to know." Tom mumbled more to himself.

The interface faded after a few more seconds, leaving the room quieter than before. Tom exhaled and inhaled slowly as he turned over the idea that he could affect her without direct contact. It felt less like a trick and more like proof that something in him had actually changed.

[Previous daily tasks are complete,] the System said, breaking the silence. [Reward has been delivered.]

Tom glanced around the room eagerly curious. The idea of premium underwears collection from the system had had him imagining how they would look like since the previous day.

"Delivered where?"

[In your Wardrobe. Where you keep the rest of your underwear. Go and look.]

He pushed the covers aside and stood. The floor was cool under his feet as he walked over to the wardrobe but he didn’t notice that. He opened the section he used for undergarments. He stopped with his hand still on the door at what he saw;

The shelf was fuller than it had been the night before.

Several new sets had been arranged neatly in the space. Tom reached for the first one and unfolded it. The fabric was soft, expensive, and far more intentional in its cut than anything he owned. Dark briefs, closely fitted, designed to sit low and leave very little to the imagination. He picked up another pair, charcoal this time, same intentional lewd cut. A third set was lighter, almost the colour of skin, and somehow more revealing because of it. There were lounge pieces as well: fitted trunks with bold waistbands, soft but clearly made to sit close to the body, one pair so minimal it made his ears warm just looking at it.

None of them were cheap. None of them were loud. They were simply made for a different version of a man than the one who used to buy whatever was practical and on sale.

Tom turned one of the pairs over in his hand, the heat rising steadily into his face.

[Something wrong?] the System asked, far too lightly.

"...These are gonna be too tight."

[They’re premium, host.] The teasing of the system was obvious now. [You’ve started making a woman come undone just with your words. Please don’t tell me a few well-cut pieces of fabric are what is now making you shy.]

Tom let out a short, unwilling breath that was almost a laugh. "That’s fair. Yeah, not shy anymore."

[Good.]

He put the underwear back on the shelf and closed the wardrobe door, but the awareness of them remained. It was a small thing, almost ridiculous compared to everything else he had done, and yet it still managed to sit under his skin. He exhaled once and pulled up the new daily tasks.

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[DAILY TASKS]

1. Complete a 5km run within 30 minutes

2. Move around the house for 30 minutes wearing one of the new underwear sets

[REWARD: +8 Authority | +8 Charm | +5 Lust]

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Tom exhaled sharply. 30 minutes moving around the house in those things?

He didn’t know how it would go but he decided to get a bath first. He was about to head for the bathroom when a knock sounded at his door.

Tom paused, wondering who that could be.

The kitchen assistant or housekeeper would definitely not be knocking on his door by this time.

Another knock followed a few seconds later. This one was more measured, as if the person on the other side had forced themselves to stop and wait.

Furrowing his brows,he walked to the door and opened it and who he saw on the other side had his lips parted in surprise.

Sienna...

The one who would simply just barge into his room. Who had never knocked, standing, waiting...

For a moment neither of them spoke. She was already dressed for the day but something in her posture was different. She was holding herself too carefully. Her shoulders looked set rather than relaxed, and when her eyes met his, there was a visible effort behind them.

"Good morning," she said.

The quietness of it caught him off guard. Tom blinked once. She was supposed to be yelling or snapping or shouting as she used to.

"...Morning." Tom replied skeptically.

She did not try to step into the room. She remained in the doorway, one hand resting lightly against the frame. Up close, it was clearer that the politeness did not come easily to her. Her mouth was held in a controlled line, and every few seconds her fingers shifted slightly against the wood, as if she needed somewhere to put the discomfort.

"Do you have time to talk?" she said.

Tom looked at her properly. The old instinct in him - the part that had spent month adjusting himself around her moods moved first, ready to make space for her and her wants. But the newer part of him stayed still and observed. She was asking. That alone was unfamiliar enough to deserve attention.

"I’m busy at the moment," he said calmly. "This evening work?"

Sienna’s lips pressed together. A familiar flash of temper moved through her expression before she forced it down. When she spoke again, the words came out measured, each one carrying the weight of someone unused to requesting instead of instructing.

"It’s urgent. It can’t really wait until evening." she said.

She looked like she hated the shape of the sentence. Her jaw tightened briefly, then loosened again as she held his gaze with clear effort. Whatever pride she was swallowing was not going down smoothly.

Tom let the silence stretch just long enough for the shift in dynamic to sit between them.

"...Alright," he said at last. "I’ll make time. But give me a while to finish what I’m doing first."

Sienna held his eyes for another second. The struggle was still there, the old version of her wanting to push the door open and take control of the conversation, the present version forcing herself to accept the boundary. At last she gave a short nod.

"Fine. I will be waiting."

Tom nodded then stepped back and closed the door.

He remained where he was for a moment afterward, one hand resting against the handle, listening for maybe her snap when she was done struggling to be requesting for his time instead of demanding.

No sound came.

"Is that change I smell?" Tom wondered inwardly, in surprise.