The quiet ambiance of the sunlit restaurant dining room felt entirely entirely alien to Isabella as she walked back toward her table.

Every single step she took across the polished marble floor sent a subtle delicious friction straight through her core.

Her elegant sundress was perfectly smoothed down, her blond hair was neatly adjusted, and her makeup remained flawless, but underneath the expensive fabric, she was a total mess.

Wren’s hot, raw seed was still slick and pooling inside her which was a constant reminder of the degradation she had just eagerly submitted to in a public restroom stall.

Isa reached the prime table near the massive glass windows and carefully lowered herself into the plush leather chair, crossing her bare legs tightly beneath the white tablecloth to suppress a lingering shiver.

Marcus Chen sat directly opposite her as his handsome face twisted into a deep unimpressed scowl.

"You took twenty minutes, Isabella," Marcus reprimanded immediately as he gestured sharply toward the center of the table. "The main course arrived fifteen minutes ago... The roasted salmon is completely cold... The truffle glaze has congealed... It is completely ruined."

Isabella looked at the wildly expensive, meticulously plated food resting in front of her.

A few days ago, his demanding condescending tone would have sent a spike of genuine stress and anxiety straight into her chest.

Now, she felt absolutely nothing.

Her brilliant green eyes flicked up from the cold porcelain plate to meet his dark irritated gaze.

She didn’t offer a frantic apology... She didn’t try to explain away her absence with a lie about feeling ill or fixing her mascara.

Isabella simply rolled her green eyes, letting out a soft dismissive sigh and picked up her water glass.

Marcus froze.

His flawless, actor-trained composure faltered for a fraction of a second.

Before yesterday... He was entirely used to Isabella actively trying to placate him, constantly working to maintain the peace in their highly publicized relationship.

Seeing her complete utter detachment sent a sudden wave of panic through his media-trained mind. If she was this apathetic, a breakup was genuinely imminent.

He instantly backpedaled with his rigid posture softening as he plastered a smooth charming smile back onto his face.

"I’m sorry," Marcus said quickly as he reached across the table, offering an open palm. "I shouldn’t have snapped.... I am just stressed from the travel schedule... I wanted this lunch to be perfect for us. We can order something else. Whatever you want."

He hadn’t even realized that this was what he had said yesterday too.

Isabella took a slow sip of her sparkling water, the cool liquid soothing her dry throat. She looked at his outstretched hand, feeling a profound sense of exhaustion wash over her.

It was all a performance. Every word, every smile and every apology was carefully calculated to protect his brand.

"No worries..." Isabella murmured, setting the glass down. She figured she might as well play along until the trip was over, exactly like Wren had advised her. "And I’m at fault to—"

Isabella paused as the words died completely in her throat.

Her green eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching as her gaze tracked a figure moving casually through the main dining room aisles.

It was Wren.

He was walking right past their table, heading straight for the massive glass exit doors of the restaurant.

He looked incredibly handsome, his broad shoulders relaxed as his dark casual shirt stretched nicely across his muscular chest.

He didn’t look flustered at all... He just looked completely calm and entirely in control. As he passed by their table, Wren didn’t even bother glancing at Marcus.

Instead, his striking blue eyes flicked directly over to Isabella. He held her gaze for a single, fleeting second, and a microscopic deeply knowing smirk curved the corner of his lips.

The secret gesture sent a massive jolt of electricity straight down Isabella’s spine as her core throbbed instantly.

She had to grip the white linen napkin resting on her lap with brutal force, her knuckles turning stark white to keep herself from reacting visibly.

Wren looked away, continuing his relaxed stride, and pushed through the glass doors, disappearing out into the bright tropical sunlight.

Marcus blinked, following her line of sight, completely oblivious to the intense silent exchange that had just occurred.

"Are you alright? You stopped talking."

Isabella swallowed hard with her heart hammering frantically against her ribs. She forced a polite, entirely fake smile onto her flushed face, desperately trying to rein in her racing thoughts.

"I’m fine," Isabella lied smoothly, forcing herself to continue the conversation. "I was just saying, I’m at fault too for taking so long. Let’s just order some dessert and enjoy the view."

...

Outside the restaurant, the Ivory Island sun beat down warmly on the sprawling picturesque promenade.

Wren stepped out into the tropical air, raising his right hand to shield his blue eyes from the blinding glare.

The ocean breeze swept off the coastline, rustling the tall palm trees lining the expensive walkways.

’What a day...’ Wren thought, letting out a long, deeply satisfied exhale.

The adrenaline from the restroom encounter was finally starting to recede from his bloodstream, leaving him with a sense of accomplishment.

He had completely dominated a world-class racing champion right under the nose of her famous boyfriend, and he had secured a massive payout in the process.

However, Wren didn’t allow himself to bask in the victory for too long. His mind immediately shifted back to the grind.

’Now I need to farm missions,’ Wren noted internally, beginning to walk at a steady relaxed pace down the sunlit promenade.

He mentally reviewed the active task list currently floating in his digitized queue.

His thoughts drifted specifically toward the highly lucrative, high-risk objective that had caught his attention earlier...

((Receive intimate touching (Handjob) from a Target while in the presence of others)) 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

It was a bold mission, demanding a profound level of trust and brazenness from whoever he chose to complete it with.

His first thought drifted toward Priya. She was stunning, and the tension between them was palpable but he quickly discarded the idea.

He needed to put a lot more effort there and even public stuff would have to be delayed... If he wanted to work on Priya as a target and successfully execute a public sexual act with her, he needed a completely relaxed stress-free mind.

Right now, he was simply too stressed then, a sudden pang of genuine guilt pinged his conscience.

’Besides, I’ve been neglecting Diana for a while,’ Wren realized with his pace slowing slightly as he navigated around a group of wealthy tourists.

He had been so entirely focused on breaking through Isabella that he had left the older, incredibly sweet woman sitting in her suite recovering from her twisted ankle.

This was the fundamental issue with handling different women at the exact same time. It was a zero-sum game of time and affection.

If he gave his absolute attention to one, then he inherently took attention away from the other.

Balancing their emotional needs while farming the System was becoming a complex, demanding puzzle.

"The exhausting, tragic life of a playboy, Host," Nyx’s melodic voice suddenly chimed directly into his ear. "How do you ever manage to survive the burden of beautiful women desiring your presence?"

’Shut up,’ Wren thought immediately with his brow furrowing in annoyance as he continued walking.

"I am merely offering my condolences for your struggles..." Nyx quipped smoothly.

Wren rolled his eyes, though a small, begrudging smile touched his lips. Despite the System’s constant irritating banter, he couldn’t deny her utility.

’Though I guess I should thank you,’ Wren admitted internally. ’You estimated the exact minute Isabella would head to the restrooms, and you pinpointed the precise blind spot in the hallway cameras... The timing was perfect.’

"Naturally," Nyx replied as the smugness radiating through the audio link. "My upgraded processing cores calculate human behavioral patterns and security layouts with flawless precision. You should be kowtowing to the floor in sheer gratitude for my guidance, Host."

’Go fuck yourself...’ Wren shot back without a single ounce of hesitation.

"You are no fun," Nyx complained playfully.

Wren ignored the jab with his mind pivoting entirely toward his next objective. He needed to make it up to Diana.

He needed to plan a proper, relaxing date that wouldn’t require her to walk long distances on her recovering ankle.

’Are there any Boat Mini-cruises available currently?’ Wren asked the system. ’I remember seeing something like that in the tourist pamphlets in the lobby.’

The melodic hum of digital processing echoed briefly in his mind.

"Scanning all available Ivory Island recreational itineraries," Nyx stated. "Analyzing results... I have found a match. There is a premium mini-cruise leaving from the Northern docks in exactly one hour. It deploys and loops around the outer, secluded edges of Ivory Island to showcase a very special place."

’What place?’ Wren asked, his curiosity slightly piqued.

"A geological anomaly of significant historical—"

’Never mind, I don’t actually care...’ Wren interrupted, waving his hand dismissively as if the tab were standing right in front of him.

It didn’t matter if they were looking at a historical monument or a pile of rocks. It was a private boat, the ocean breeze would be refreshing, and Diana wouldn’t have to walk.

It was the absolute perfect setup.

He immediately picked up his pace, breaking into a light athletic jog as he navigated the winding paths of the resort.

He headed straight for the luxury suites, specifically targeting Diana’s room. He had exactly one hour to get her dressed, out the door, and down to the Northern docks.

This was going to be a wonderful date!

...

The vast,endless expanse of the crystal-blue ocean stretched out in every direction with the sunlight shattering across the rolling waves like a million tiny diamonds.

Wren and Diana stood near the stern of a luxurious smaller tour ship as it carved smoothly through the deep waters.

The salty refreshing sea breeze swept across the polished wooden deck, providing a perfect, cooling relief from the tropical heat.

"As you look to the port side of the vessel, ladies and gentlemen!" a charismatic, deeply tanned male tour guide announced over the ship’s crackling microphone.

He stood near the bow, pointing grandly toward a massive, jagged cliff face rising dramatically out of the ocean on the outer edge of Ivory Island.

Unlike the lush, green tropical foliage covering the rest of the resort, this specific section of the island was entirely blackened and scorched, forming a massive unnatural crater in the stone.

"Those incredible formations are actually parts of an ancient meteorite!" the guide explained, his voice booming over the sound of the churning water. "Thousands of years ago, a massive meteorite shower rained down upon these exact waters, striking the side of the island and creating this stunning geological scar. The minerals found in those rocks cannot be located anywhere else on the planet!"

Diana was absolutely captivated.

She stood near the polished railing of the ship, leaning her torso slightly off the edge to get a better view of the massive blackened cliffs.

She was dressed in a soft elegant white summer dress that flowed beautifully in the wind and a wide-brimmed sun hat keeping the glare out of her soft brown eyes.

The ocean breeze whipped her long, dark hair wildly around her shoulders as a brilliant youthful smile lit up her mature features.

"It’s so beautiful!" Diana laughed aloud with her voice sounding over the rushing wind.

Wren stood directly behind her, his tall, muscular frame completely shielding her back.

He chuckled warmly as he reached his strong arms forward, wrapping them securely around her slender waist, his calloused hands resting flat against her stomach.

"Careful," Wren teased, pulling her back just a fraction of an inch to ensure she was perfectly balanced. "Don’t lean too far. If you fall off, I am not jumping in after you..."

Diana giggled, leaning her weight back comfortably against his solid chest.

"Liar... You would absolutely jump in after me."

"Maybe but I don’t know how to swim though." Wren conceded with a smirk, resting his chin gently on the top of her dark hair.

"It’s fine... I can... teach you later if you want."

The dynamic between them was incredibly wholesome.

They stood there on the deck, swaying gently with the motion of the ship, simply enjoying the warmth of the sun and the closeness of their bodies.

For the first thirty minutes of the tour, Wren didn’t think about the System and he didn’t think about farming missions. He just enjoyed making Diana happy like he promised...

However, as the tour guide continued droning on about mineral compositions and historical dates, Diana’s thoughts began to spiral in a completely different direction.

She leaned her back fully against Wren, feeling the hard, defined lines of his abdominal muscles pressing right against her spine.

He was so incredibly fit, so young, and so undeniably vibrant.

Her mind drifted toward the other women on the trip.

She thought about Isabella... the world-famous gorgeous racing champion. She thought about Leah, with her striking purple hair and explosive youthful energy. She also thought about Priya, who possessed a flawless toned body.

A sudden sharp spike of deep-seated insecurity pierced Diana’s heart.

She was older so she couldn’t party until dawn like Zoe.

She couldn’t run down the beach with the same effortless, boundless energy as the girls in their twenties.

She was mature, settled, and calm.

’Even though I can’t keep up with the young people...’ Diana thought with her brown eyes tracking the white foam trailing behind the ship’s engine. ’I want to keep Wren.’

She didn’t want this tropical romance to end when they flew back to Harlow... She wanted him to keep looking at her the way he did right now. She wanted his protective arms around her waist permanently but logic dictated a harsh reality.

’For an older woman like me to do that, to keep a man like him interested...’ Diana reasoned internally with her heart beginning to beat a little faster. ’Then I need to be interesting. I need to be daring.’

If she just played the role of the sweet, passive older woman, he would eventually grow bored and drift entirely toward the younger wilder girls so she needed to show him that she could be just as thrilling, just as absolutely intoxicating as anyone else.

Diana took a slow, deep breath, steeling her nerves.

She subtly turned her head with her brown eyes scanning their immediate surroundings.

The tour guide was still standing near the bow, actively pointing out a secondary rock formation to the small crowd of wealthy couples gathered around him. Everyone’s attention was entirely focused on the port side of the ship, gazing out at the cliffs.

Where Wren and Diana were currently standing, tucked away near the stern of the smaller ship, was a complete and total blind spot.

The architectural curve of the captain’s cabin perfectly shielded them from the view of the other passengers.

The thrill of the risk made Diana’s pulse race.

She shifted her weight, turning around within the tight circle of Wren’s arms and she didn’t step back.

Instead Diana stayed completely flush against him with her soft big breasts pressing into his chest.

’Haah...’

Diana looked up into his striking blue eyes with a sudden seductive expression crossing her mature features.

She reached her hands up, resting her palms flat against his broad chest, and leaned forward. She tilted her head, bringing her lips right next to the shell of his ear.

"Thank you for taking me out, honey~" Diana whispered as the hot air from her mouth brushed against his skin, sending a jolt of electricity down his neck. "But let me... show you my appreciation."

Wren blinked, his brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "Diana?"

He didn’t have time to ask what she meant.

Without a single ounce of hesitation, Diana slid her slender hands down his torso. She bypassed his waist entirely with her fingers dropping straight down to the front of his tailored trousers.

Wren inhaled sharply as his muscles locked up.

Because he had been standing behind her for twenty minutes, holding a beautiful, incredibly soft woman flush against his groin while the ocean breeze surrounded them, he was already entirely aroused.

His thick cock was straining hard against the fabric of his dark trousers, fully erect and demanding attention.

Diana’s fingers were trembling slightly from the adrenaline but her movements were precise. She expertly unbuttoned the top button of his trousers and smoothly slid the metal zipper down and then she reached her warm hand directly into the opening, slipping her soft fingers past the cotton fabric of his boxers.

Wren’s blue eyes widened in shock as he felt her bare skin make contact with his rigid flesh.

He instinctively glanced over his shoulder, ensuring the other tourists were still distracted by the meteorite speech.

They were... They were completely alone in their hidden corner of the deck.

A massive, incredibly beautiful blush coated Diana’s mature features, turning her cheeks a bright, flushed crimson.

She wrapped her delicate fingers entirely around his thick shaft, gripping his impressive girth with a firm hold.

’He’s as hard as ever... Cute.’

She didn’t keep it hidden inside the fabric. With a daring, completely out-of-character boldness, she slowly pulled his massive fully erect dick completely out into the open, exposing the dark purple head to the cool rushing ocean air.

Diana looked down at the sheer size of him resting in her palm with her breathing turning shallow. She tightened her grip, her thumb dragging smoothly over the slick sensitive ridge of his crown.

"Haah~ Calm down..."

The ocean roared against the hull of the ship and right there, completely exposed on the open deck of a public tour boat, the sweet mature woman began to slowly agonizingly stroke him.