My Cuckhold System-Chapter 111: Target Successfully Destabilized

~ Monday ~

"Mrs. Harrow, you look less stressed today. New skincare routine?"

She frowned.

"Focus on your work, West."

But her fingers briefly brushed her cheek.

~ Tuesday ~

He "accidentally" bumped into her in the hallway.

"Oh—sorry, Mrs. Harrow. Guess I’m distracted."

"By what?"

He leaned slightly closer.

"Beautiful company."

Her eyes widened bashfully as she walked away faster than usual.

~ Wednesday ~

He lingered after class.

Asked a question that didn’t need answering.

When she leaned over his desk to explain something, he murmured quietly—

"You smell nice."

She straightened instantly.

"Wesstttt."

She voiced with a reprimanding tone but her ears were red.

Each day, he pushed a little further and despite her initial resistance, Mrs. Harrow already looked perpetually exhausted.

---

On Thursday an announcement had gone out earlier that morning that there would be an assembly hall meeting.

This was to discuss the class 3 school trip happening the next day.

Students buzzed with excitement, teachers coordinated logistics and in the staff room, Mrs. Harrow decided to pour herself a cup of coffee before heading to the assembly hall with the others.

West stood down the corridor as atiny spark of electricity flicked from his fingertip.

It struck the base of her cup and the liquid jolted violently.

Coffee splashed down her blouse and skirt.

"Damn it—"

She stepped back, frustrated.

The other teachers had already begun leaving for the assembly.

"I’ll catch up," she muttered while grabbing paper towels.

Within a few seconds, the staff room was empty...

Except for her.

West entered quietly.

"Oh—Mrs. Harrow. That looks bad."

She turned sharply.

"What are you doing here? Students aren’t allowed in the staff room."

"I saw what happened," he said smoothly. "Thought I’d help."

Before she could object, he was already beside her handing her tissues.

His buffs activated silently.

[ Touch Sensitivity Amplifier ]

[ Predator’s Allure ]

[ Aphrodisiac Field ]

The air thickened subtly, electrifying by the second.

He reached to dab at her sleeve lightly and she froze.

"You don’t have to—"

"It’s fine," he murmured.

His fingers brushed her wrist... and despite that small contact, her breath quickened.

Then West went on to dab her belly softly, till he slightly brushed against her chest.

She pulled back quickly.

"This is inappropriate."

"Is it?" he asked softly.

"Yes."

"Then why haven’t you reported me all week?"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Don’t overestimate yourself."

He stepped closer.

"I don’t think I am."

Her pulse visibly quickened at her throat.

"I’m married," she muttered

"I know that," West answered quietly.

"But you don’t look happy."

Her expression faltered for a split second.

"That’s none of your business."

"I could make your sex life very interesting," he drew closer and whispered.

Her breathing changed.

He leaned even closer now, till he was inches away.

"I know you haven’t had anything exciting in a very long time."

Her composure cracked.

"Stop."

But her voice lacked force.

He lowered his tone as his fingers trailed up her neck and he stared deeply into her eyes.

"Does he even look at you the way I do?"

The moment she heard that, her restraint snapped like a thread pulled too tight.

She grabbed his shirt and pushed him back against the wall but he reversed it in one smooth motion.

Now she was the one against the wall with uneven breaths and chaotic thoughts running through her head.

Heat...

Impulse...

Desire...

All rolled into one.

"I’m so going to get fired for this..." she whispered and then pressed forward.

Her lips crashed against his desperately, sucking West’s lips greedily like it was made out of candy.

Weeks of suppressed tension poured into that single kiss.

West responded immediately, dominating the passionate engagement but letting her set the intensity.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her toward the teacher’s desk while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

The kiss deepened as he placed her on the desk with her legs spread apart while his fingers reached down and crawled up her thighs, slowly pushing her pencil skirt up.

For a moment, she forgot everything...

The wedding ring...

The staff room...

The risk...

All that existed was the sensation.

All of a sudden, loud footsteps rang out,

Her eyes snapped open as she pushed him away quickly, straightening her blouse, smoothing her skirt, tying her hair back loosely with trembling fingers.

West adjusted himself calmly as the door opened.

A bald teacher stepped inside and he froze when he saw West.

"West? Why are you here?"

West looked at him lazily.

"I can be wherever I want. Whenever I want."

The teacher swallowed, without retorting.

Who could question an awakened?

He nodded stiffly.

"Right. Just... assembly is starting."

West gave a slight smile.

"Wouldn’t miss it."

He walked out and as he reached the doorway, he glanced back.

Mrs. Harrow stood frozen beside her desk, letting out uneven breaths as her eyes locked on him.

He winked before finally leaving.

---

At the assembly hall, students filled the seats while tachers stood at the sides as yhe excursion briefing began.

They talked about Red Valor City... the Eternal Ruins... Strict rules... Curfew.

West barely listened because he was focused on the system’s new notification.

<[ Quest Completed: Target successfully destabilized. Married woman now harbors illicit desire ]>

Rewards Granted:

+500 Cuckpoints Bonus

Skill Upgrade: Adrenal Control (Level 3)

New Passive Buff: Temptation Resonance

Charisma +7

"Mission Accomplished," West leaned back in his seat with a smile.

And it hadn’t even taken the full week.

...

...

Friday morning arrived with noise, laughter and students dragging suitcases across the parking lot.

Class 3 was buzzing with excitement.

The day had finally arrived.

They’d be away for two full days at the Eternal Ruins in Red Valor City.

And best of all... Monday would be a school free day for them.

West stepped onto the school grounds late with hands in his pockets, calm as ever.

Across the lot, Lena stood alone.

She had been trying all week to sit next to him in class, messaging him, trying to brush against him in hallways like what happened at the motel meant something...

But West had been cold and distant.

Every time she tried to smile at him, he looked past her.

Every time she tried to talk, he walked away.

It confused and hurt her.

She had thought... after that night... he had forgiven her.

The sound of a car engine soon cut through the chatter.

Heads turned as a figure stepped out of a black sedan.