CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 32: PROGRESSIVE MORNING PART 1.

Niveilia blurted out her response by reflex, not knowing what other answer she could had said or add to the strange situation she get involved.

N’Ïrk tilts his head, smirking with a gentle smile, posing his left hand on Niveilia’s coral hair. "Don’t stay idle, My Sugar Baby. I have matters to attend. Clean me, and don’t forget to give a good suck, so my seed doesn’t get stuck in the shaft".

The patronizing order is not questioned nor processed by the damsel, who adores the flavor of the baby batter produced by her crush’s.

She finishes her task, timidly lowering her gaze, not daring to hold her stare against N’Ïrk’s, as she did during the night. "G-Good m-morning".

He is amused, answering by kindly, ruffling and combing the Busty Lady’s hair, her smile turns brighter and larger, letting go a nice sigh of relief as she withdraws from the bed, wearing a blue bathrobe over her pinkish camisole.

"I’ll prepare breakfast for everyone, while you take a shower, My Sugar Daddy. That way you don’t get late to the meeting. Do you want me to cook a food in concrete?. Or there’s any personal preference you have, in your morning routine?".

"I...". N’Ïrk takes a moment to think, he is not capricious, he never had the opportunity to be like that, or to decide. Even when he arrived to the City, he has been reactive or logical in all his actions.

He has never done anything out of the ordinary just for himself.

"I want you to surprise me, Niveilia". N’Ïrk tenderly whispers at the damsel’s ear, nibbling the earlobe and moving sideways to peck the soft blushing cheek of the shy Busty Lady.

"T-That is not fair". Niveilia pouts timidly, murmuring her concern. "W-What if i fail?. I don’t want to disappoint you, N’Ïrk".

"As long as you are putting your honest effort and truthful dedication. You will never be able to cause me dissatisfaction, Niveilia. Have more faith in you. Because yesterday, when you heal Indayra’s injuries. I obtain the confirmation of my original hunch. You are a keeper, and is more likely that is me the one disappointing you. I tend to do that a lot".

N’Ïrk kisses Niveilia’s forehead and steps out of the room, but the lady reaches for him, hugging him from behind, her hands and arms are trembling, shaking like the rest of her curvaceous voluptuous body, yet, she confess her thought, doing her best to defeat her hesitation.

"Y-Yesterday, your friend, he... , he thought... , y-you know... , That w-we, Y-You and Me, w-were a couple...".

"Well, we live under the same roof. We sleep in the same bed. I think in some places it would be more appropriate if i called you, «My Wifey»...".

"Yes!, Hubby!". Niveilia’s doubts are swayed away. Her cheerful melodious voice is brimming with a contagious happiness that brights the seasoned severe expression on N’Ïrk’s face.

"Then, to commemorate our union. Should we take a bath together, My Beautiful Wifey?".

"P-Please don’t joke with that, Hubby. I would have a heart attack if you saw me naked. My body is not as attractive as i would like it to be".

"Really?. I adore how you look, Niveilia. But if you want. You can always tag along with me to have a work out session. If you improve your stamina. We can spend more time being intimate".

"H-Hubby!. Is «That (Sex)» all you have in your mind?!".

"Honestly...". N’Ïrk doesn’t speak more, he simply glimpse to Niveilia. The stare is more than intimidating for the Maiden, as the hungry piercing eyes of the young man are shining with a predatorial intent.

"Stop playing and joking around, Hubby. Or you are going to be late". Niveilia pouts shyly, her adorable scolding is accepted by N’Ïrk, switching his behavior as the Busty Lady runs away to the Deck’s Kitchen.

"Go to cool off with a cold shower. «You Perverted Brute»...".

Indayra comes out from her bedroom. She is a bit dissatisfied, her arms are crossed below her bosom, holding an item in her hand. The silver belt, but is a shortened fixed version of it. Her voice has a dim jealousy lingering with a weird mix of insufficiency, as the size of her womanly attributes can’t compete with Niveilia’s.

However, Indayra comprehends what the Busty Lady did during the night. Restoring her gapped backdoor to it’s original state, an unplugged never used rosebud, under N’Ïrk’s command.

"It seems like i didn’t educate my Porcelain Nun well enough. Do you need a reminder, Indayra?".

"No. This cum-dumpster Nun has the proof of your ownership, abuse me as much as you desire, «My Feral Conqueror»...".

The Frosted Witch kneels before N’Ïrk in the middle of the corridor, lifting her arms, offering the adjusted silver belt that has became a collar-choker.

He grabs the object. "You are the proof Indayra, but if you want more gifts, don’t hesitate to ask for them. You have to be on your best to attend me".

She nods submissively, holding her hair in a high ponytail, turning around in her kneeling position to reveal her feeble, porcelain neck.

The whitish skin is brushed with the silver leather, embracing the Maiden’s neck, securing it with the tightness N’Ïrk has dictated for his Sex Doll.

Indayra sighs relieved, looking upwards to N’Ïrk. She is ecstatic, smiling with a tender joy that is exacerbated by how stern, serious and detached the damsel behaves.

"That expression is a crime, Indayra. Keep using your mask outside the Deck. Unless i say otherwise, no one else should ever see that seductive gorgeous smile". N’Ïrk grabs the Frosted Witch by the throat, kissing unannounced the rosaceous lips with a fierce impassive savagery.

Indayra is lost in the oppressive kiss, melting by the scorching roaming of the young man’s free hand.

He hugs and lifts the Porcelain Doll, kidnaping and taking her to the shower in the Harvester’s Bedroom, where the two take a nice bath before going to the dinning room, enjoying a good breakfast with the rest of the Deckmates they will be living with, from now and henceforth...