章 6: Tension Rising

Kevin didn't just leave the kitchen. Instead, he took a step closer, until Samantha found herself sandwiched between the counter and his body. He could feel the heat radiating between them, the space narrowing until their breaths intertwined. Kevin could see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and he knew that she wasn't just uncomfortable—she was nervous.

**[6% increase]**

The system flashed another prompt, pushing him forward, nudging him to act.

**[Say "Drop your cup"]**

Kevin saw the message and wasted no time in taking things a step further.

"Drop your cup", Kevin whispered, his voice low and deliberate. It wasn't a command, but the tension in his words made Samantha pause.

Her fingers trembled slightly as they gripped the handle of the cup. Kevin could see her hesitating, trying to figure out how to respond to this shift in their dynamic. She was used to being the dominant one, the woman who had everything under control. But now? She looked unsettled, her cool demeanor cracking under the weight of his gaze.

Suddenly, the cup slipped from her hand. It hit the floor with a soft clatter, but it didn't break. Samantha's eyes darted to it for a second, as if seeking an escape. She bent down to retrieve it, but Kevin's presence loomed behind her, his body radiating heat.

As Samantha reached for the cup, Kevin took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn't need to touch her to make his presence known. The proximity alone was enough. Time seemed to slow as she fumbled with the cup, her breathing unsteady.

Kevin could see her body tense, every muscle coiled tight as she tried to avoid his gaze. She wasn't running, but he could feel her resistance. This was a game of control—one he was beginning to enjoy.

**[Move closer]**

The system's next command whispered in his mind, but Kevin didn't need it. He knew exactly what he was doing. He leaned in slightly, close enough that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. Besides that she could feel something poking her rear end a hot stick.

Samantha stood up quickly, gripping the cup tighter than before. She moved toward the sink, her movements stiff and deliberate, trying to put distance between them. Kevin followed, but he kept his pace slow, controlled. There was no need to rush—he could feel her growing tension, her uncertainty.

"Kevin," she finally said, her voice lower than usual, a slight tremor in it. "You need to stop this."

Her words hung in the air, but Kevin could sense the conflict behind them. She didn't push him away. She didn't scream for help. Instead, she gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles white.

He stepped closer again, his body mere inches from hers. "Stop what?" he asked, his tone casual, as though they were discussing something mundane. He was testing her, pushing the boundaries, but always leaving her an out. Always keeping her guessing.

Samantha turned slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. Her green eyes flickered with a mix of emotions—anger, confusion, and something else that she couldn't quite name. "This isn't appropriate," she said, but her voice lacked the conviction it had before.

It was like she was trying to tell herself that it wasn't right, but althiugh Kevin didn't know yet she could feel something within her.... an excitement that she refused to accept.

Kevin leaned against the counter next to her, not touching her but close enough that the air between them seemed to hum with tension. "Who said anything about being appropriate?" he replied softly.

With those words he moved forward ever so slightly with his chest grazing her breast, a soft brush and it felt divine. It was morning after all and she was still in her night gown and she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her eyes widened for a second, but she quickly masked her reaction, turning back to the sink to rinse the cup. Kevin watched her closely, seeing the tiny cracks in her armor, the subtle shifts in her behavior. He was getting to her, and they both knew it.

The door to the kitchen swung open suddenly, breaking the moment.

"Honey, are you in the kitchen?" Kevin's father called out, oblivious to the charged atmosphere in the room.

Samantha's body tensed even more, and Kevin had taken advantage of that moment and grazed her behind with his not so little snake.

Kevin stepped back just in time as his father entered. Kevin turned to greet him casually, muttering a quiet, "Morning," as he brushed past him and left the room.

Alex didn't seem to notice anything amiss, moving toward the coffee maker with his usual routine. "You okay?" he asked Samantha as she stood by the sink, her back to him.

"Yeah, fine," she replied, her voice quieter than usual. She didn't turn around, keeping her focus on the dishes in front of her.

Alex didn't press further, cracking a few crude jokes like he always did, oblivious to the tension that had just filled the kitchen. But as he placed his mug on the counter and moved to leave, something caught his eye. A faint, almost imperceptible change in Samantha's posture, a stiffness that wasn't usually there.

He frowned, looking at her for a moment longer.

A faint stain on the back of Samantha's nightgown. The light fabric clung to her in just the right way, showing a slight dampness near the lower part of her back, where her gown draped over her rear. Kevin's heart skipped a beat. His eyes narrowed slightly as he processed what he was seeing.

"What is that?", he wondered, his thoughts suddenly swirling.

The stain there was a little, let's call it milk from when Kevin had grazed her behind.

Meanwhile, Samantha stood frozen at the sink, her heart racing, her mind reeling. Kevin's words, his presence, everything about the interaction replayed in her mind. She couldn't deny it anymore—something had shifted between them. Something she wasn't sure she could stop.

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Meanwhile Kevin was receiving more confirmation from the system that he could continue.

**[+ 23.5% increase]**