Harem-Powered Kingdom Building: Empire of Carnal Sin

Back inside the half-finished tent…

Hiro and Furina sat side by side, their bodies lightly pressed together. Furina's left hand was intertwined with Hiro's right, while his free hand gently caressed hers, offering a gesture of comfort.

She had just finished recounting her story, and a sad expression clouded her face.

"You have suffered unjustly, Furina. It is Bob who is just insecure. He knows he doesn't deserve you. So he refuses to give you the money for your class change and tries to pull you down by calling you useless. He wants you to think that you are worse than him."

Furina's sadness gave way to surprise as Hiro, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. His words offered her a new perspective. Unfortunately, years of emotional manipulation couldn't be undone with just a few sentences, even with Hiro's heightened charm.

"But I really am useless right now, aren't I? I can't contribute to the settlement in any meaningful way."

"How can you even say that? Tell me, can your husband or daughter cook?"

"Barely," Furina replied.

"There you have it—we've already found at least one role for you. I certainly don't plan on sleeping with an empty stomach tonight."

His words lightened Furina's mood. How had she overlooked something so simple?

"Your presence here is very important, Furina. Your daughter seems to adore you a lot as well," Hiro added.

Hiro made her feel truly needed—something her husband hadn't done in a long time.

Her sense of self-worth rose, if only slightly.

'My daughter…' a hint of clarity returned to Furina's eyes.

"My lord, thank you for everything. I was feeling very lost up until now but after hearing your words, that feeling has reduced greatly."

She continued, looking shyly and guiltily at Hiro, "I think we should stop here. I might no longer care about being a good wife for my husband but I want to be a good mother to my daughter."

Thinking of her daughter bolstered her willpower, allowing her to temporarily resist the pull of her carnal desires. While she didn't reject Hiro's touches, she preferred to not let things progress further.

'It seems it's not Bob, but Tara, who's going to prevent Furina from truly crossing the final line,' Hiro thought.

While Hiro's mind wasn't entirely consumed by thoughts of sex, they still dominated a significant portion. He felt a genuine sense of satisfaction knowing he had helped her grow as a person. But after coming this far, how could he let Furina go so easily?

Not wanting to continue because she wanted to be a good mother to Tara? To Hiro, that reasoning felt weak. The way Furina said it also lacked conviction.

Furina waited for Hiro's response. She noticed that he had stopped stroking her hand. Was he upset?

"That's a noble desire. But what about your own wishes? Your own happiness?" Hiro asked softly.

With that, Hiro pulled Furina's left hand, catching her by surprise as her voluptuous body fell onto his.

He used his legs to gently part hers, positioning Furina's thighs on either side of his own.

She pressed her hands against Hiro's chest for support, lifting her upper body slightly.

"My Lord—"

"Shhh. Are you familiar with the concept of a safeword?"

Though shocked by the sudden turn of events, she shook her head in response to Hiro's question.

"Your safeword is 'CRAWFISH.' If you truly want me to stop, just say it, and I'll stop immediately."

Giving her a moment to process, Hiro slid his hands to her back and gently pulled her closer.

Her upper body now pressed fully against Hiro's chest, her ample breasts squished between them. Even through the fabric of her bra, Hiro could discern the outline of her nipples.

Hiro's hands rested on her waist as Furina's face flushed a deep shade of red. She inhaled the masculine scent of his body, his embrace wrapping her in a sense of security.

The safeword reassured her that she could stop at any time. For Furina, this was a bold, new experience—a small adventure. A budding desire stirred within her—a yearning to go juuust a little further.

While she rested against his chest, Hiro leaned down and gently kissed the top of her head. He loved the smooth and silky feeling of her hair.

"It isn't wrong to seek happiness for yourself…" Hiro's words came like a seductive whisper, almost devilish in their allure.

The fragile willpower Furina had managed to muster crumbled completely.

She turned her head to meet his gaze, the tension between them thick and electric.

This was the moment. Hiro pulled her body upward so her face hovered slightly above his, their warm breaths mingling in the intimate space between them.

One of Hiro's hands trailed up her back, gently guiding her closer, while the other gripped her firmly, holding her in place.

Hiro paused when their lips were just a whisper apart, allowing them to share the same breath, their dizziness and arousal intensifying with each passing second.

Furina craved more. She closed her misty eyes, parted her lips, and let her tongue shyly emerge.

Hiro inwardly smirked at her response. He knew her resistance had nearly crumbled entirely. It was time for him to take control.

Their tongues met halfway, Hiro's assertively massaging Furina's in a dance of dominance.

The intensity of their tongue's tussle quickly escalated. Hiro placed a hand on Furina's neck, pulling her closer, pushing her tongue back with his own as he claimed the entirety of her mouth.

Their lips brushed, their tongues intertwining in a heated embrace.

Their bodies pressed tighter together. The sensation of her soft breasts against his chest, combined with their fervent kiss, caused Hiro's arousal to stir, his erection pressing firmly against the underside of her buttocks.

Furina, feeling his erection against her, was startled—it was significantly larger than her husband's tiny thing!

Her arousal intensified. Her arms wrapped around Hiro's back as she clung to him, her hands pulling his head closer. A damp warmth began spreading between her thighs.

Hiro's free hand roamed the curves of her firm, bouncy ass, stoking her anticipation for what was to come.

Soon, the half-finished tent echoed with the wet sounds of their kisses, mixed with soft moans and sighs.

At some point, Furina began subconsciously grinding her ass against Hiro's erection, causing her breasts to press and rub against his chest, much to his delight. It was time to shatter the final barrier.

But just then, the sound of footsteps echoed outside, accompanied by the soft humming of a tune—it seemed Tara had returned.

"Mom! Are you here?"