Free Web NovelChapter 41: Are You A Virgin?
Mrs. Warberry’s cheeks burned hotter after David muttered those words.
He didn’t even need the Temptation Gauge at this point. He could see the conflict written plainly across her face.
She remained on her knees, fingers curling slightly at her sides, the composure she’d clung to for so long finally beginning to crack at the edges.
"W-What do you mean..." she said quietly. "Play with it?"
David studied her for a moment.
’This is a stretch.’
Mrs. Warberry had always been someone who held firmly to her morals — who reminded him, more than once, that she was a married woman and intended to stay that way. But things had shifted. Her Temptation Level had been climbing steadily, and those old convictions had started to feel less like walls and more like suggestions.
She was one percent away from sixty now.
At sixty, the system had told him, she’d stop being merely curious and start becoming genuinely susceptible.
David knew he was pushing his luck. He pushed anyway.
Just then —
[System Notification: Target’s probability of yielding has increased significantly. Success rate has drastically improved. Host may choose to continue pushing toward full conquest, or complete the current mission as is.]
He stared at the notification for a beat.
A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.
If there was a shot at the bigger win, he wasn’t the type to walk away from it.
He looked back at her and answered easily. "I don’t mean much by it."
She kept staring.
He shrugged. "I’m not a dildo."
Her eyebrows pulled together.
"You have a husband," he continued. "You should know people don’t just switch on whenever someone tells them to. It doesn’t work like that." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m being honest with you — I’ve never actually done anything like that before. The idea of just... grabbing myself on command feels a little weird. I don’t even know if it’d do anything."
Mrs. Warberry blinked.
She tilted her head slowly, like she was trying to fit the words into a shape that made sense.
"...Are you a virgin?"
"Yeah."
She stared at him.
"No. There’s absolutely no way."
David said nothing.
"You don’t act like one," she said, more to herself than to him.
He gave a small, slightly helpless smile. "Maybe it’s the confidence."
"The confidence."
"From using the sex toys, I guess it kinda rubs off on me. Technically speaking." freēwēbnovel.com
Mrs. Warberry kept looking at him, trying to square the composed young man in front of her with what he’d just admitted.
It didn’t line up. It simply didn’t.
Her thoughts drifted without permission.
’David is a virgin.’
She turned it over slowly, like something she’d picked up off the floor and wasn’t sure what to do with.
’I’m falling this hard... for a virgin?’
It took her longer than she’d like to admit to shake herself out of it. She blinked, straightened slightly, and pulled what was left of her composure back around her shoulders like a coat she’d almost dropped.
She needed to keep this conversation moving. Casually. Naturally, and so she did.
"What if I just... showed you my tits? Would that be enough?"
’Hehe... she thinks she’s slick.’
Before she could follow up the question any further, David spoke.
"It depends," he said calmly.
"If you actually want the best result of this python... then no..." He left it open, like he already knew where it landed.
"You’d probably have to put in a little more effort."
The words hung there.
Mrs. Warberry looked down.
Her heart wouldn’t settle.
She wanted to see his true length — or rather, it was a craving. That single, quiet thought sent heat rushing up her neck, and for a moment she hated herself for it.
’What is wrong with me?’
She should have been thinking about her husband. About her vows. About everything she’d spent years keeping intact.
Instead, all of that felt strangely far away. Like a conversation happening in another room.
What had taken its place wasn’t guilt.
It wasn’t even shame, not really.
It was excitement. Low and warm and persistent, sitting in her chest like an ember she hadn’t noticed until it was already glowing.
She hadn’t felt anything like it in years.
And that — more than anything David had said or done — was what frightened her.
Her cheeks flushed as she considered it one last time.
A quiet battle played across her face — the kind that didn’t need words, where you could see every argument happening just beneath the surface. Then she let out a slow breath, and something in her shoulders dropped.
"Fine," she murmured, shaking her head with a smile she clearly hadn’t planned on. "You really do know how to cut a deal, do you."
"What can I say." David shrugged, crooked grin already in place. "I’m a virgin."
She gave him a look. But she didn’t argue.
"So." Her voice softened as she tilted her head slightly. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
David gestured loosely toward himself.
"Don’t let me stop you," he said. "Do whatever you want with it."
She blinked.
"Whatever I want?"
"Just pretend it’s one of your dildos." He said it like he was suggesting she try a different brand of coffee. "Do whatever you’d normally do."
The surprise that crossed her face was genuine. It sat there for a moment, unguarded, before something else moved in underneath it — something quieter and warmer and considerably more dangerous.
She looked at him, like she was confirming something she’d already half-decided.
He wasn’t joking.
A soft smile settled onto her lips. Not the polished, composed expression she usually wore like armour. Something smaller than that. Something real.
She stepped forward.
Her fingers found the buckle of his belt without hurry, settling against it like she had all the time in the world. Every movement was deliberate. Measured. The kind that gave him a long, generous window to say something — to stop her, to crack another joke, to do anything.
He didn’t move.
She held his gaze as she worked the buckle loose, then let her fingers drift to his waistband. A single, unhurried tug brought his trousers down.
Her eyes dropped.
The room went very quiet.
Even completely at rest, the sight of him made her pause. She stayed there for a moment that stretched longer than she intended, just looking — her mind running several steps ahead of her mouth, her composure doing its level best to hold on.
It wasn’t winning.
A soft sound escaped her. Not quite a laugh. Something caught halfway between amusement and disbelief, quiet enough that it barely made it past her lips.
"I..." she started.
The word just sat there.
"I don’t even know what to do with..."
She stopped again. Blinked. Tried to locate the rest of the sentence and came back empty.
It was a strange feeling — she was not a woman who lost her words easily. She had handled difficult conversations, difficult people, difficult rooms. She was composed by nature and by practice.
And yet here she was, undone by the simple act of staring at his cock.
A faint, almost nervous smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as she shook her head slowly.
"How..." she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "...How do I even go about this?" ƒrēewebnovel.com
"I told you," David said with a small grin.
"Just think of it like one of your dildos."
She looked at him uncertainly.
"Hypothetically..." he continued, his voice remaining calm. "If it really was one of them... what would you want to do?"
She fell silent, genuinely considering the question.
Her cheeks remained warm as she thought about it, her eyes drifting down for a brief moment before slowly returning to his.
"I..." She hesitated, a shy smile finding its way onto her lips. "I’d want to stroke it."
David nodded toward her.
"Then go on."
Her breath caught slightly.
For just a moment, she hesitated, her hands hovering in front of her as though she wasn’t entirely sure they would obey her. Then, gathering her courage, she slowly reached forward.
Her fingers wrapped around his length, atheist as much as she could, with remarkable care, both hands needed to fully hold him. The weight and warmth caught her by surprise, drawing a soft smile onto her face almost immediately.
Her eyes slowly traveled along his length, studying every detail of his veined length with quiet fascination.
Without even realizing it, her hands began to move.
Slowly.
Gently.
They glided in a careful back-and-forth motion against his length, almost subconsciously.
Each movement remained cautious, delicate, yet increasingly natural as she grew accustomed to the feeling in her hands.
David simply smiled.
He didn’t interrupt her.
Instead, he quietly savored the moment, watching the curiosity and concentration written across her face while enjoying the sensation steadily building within him until, before long, he had become completely hard.
