My Cuckhold System-Chapter 99: The Artist’s Unholy Desires

West laughed lightly while shaking his head. "It was a team effort."

Across the field, Nina stood with her own class. Class 3C had done exceptionally well. Second place wasn’t a loss... it was a near victory.

But it wasn’t first.

She clapped for her teammates, smiling brightly, even laughing when someone dramatically accused West of being unfairly gifted by the universe.

Yet every now and then, her eyes drifted... and they always found him.

Later, when most students had begun packing up, West didn’t immediately leave. He didn’t have to shower at school since he wasn’t in any way sweaty but he did anyway.

The locker room was loud with leftover adrenaline and loud retellings of exaggerated feats.

He rinsed off, letting the cold water run down his shoulders.

Afterward, he joined a few classmates at the poolside celebration. Music played from someone’s speaker. Students dipped their feet in the water, still energized, reliving moments from earlier events.

West stayed for a while, laughing at jokes, exchanging light banter. He allowed himself to relax.

Then, when the sun began sinking and the crowd thinned, he decided it was time to head out.

He grabbed his bag and made his way back toward the lockers to collect the rest of his things.

However, the moment he turned a corner, he bumped directly into Nina.

She staggered slightly but steadied herself quickly.

They both paused and then, smiled.

"Congratulations on second place," West voiced with a casual but warm tone.

Nina tilted her head slightly. "Congratulations on first place."

There was a brief silence before she let out a soft conflicted sigh.

"My boyfriend asked me to stay away from you," she said with a small laugh that didn’t quite hide the tension in her voice. "But no matter how much I try... I just can’t seem to do that."

West blinked once. ’Ah. So that was it.’

Now he understood the odd distance she’d tried to maintain since the week began.

He chuckled softly, stepping a little closer.

"Is that so?" he asked with a light tone.

She swallowed.

"Yes."

There was something vulnerable in the way she said it.

He reached out gently and guided her to the side of the hallway, positioning her near the wall. His hand pressed against the surface of the wall beside her shoulder, not trapping her, but closing the space enough to make the air tight.

He leaned in, leaving only an inch space between them.

"Is that what you truly want?" he asked quietly, holding her gaze.

Her breath stopped for a second...

"No," she admitted, almost immediately. "But... he’s my boyfriend."

West studied her eyes carefully and could see the conflict swirling behind them.

He spoke softly, almost thoughtfully. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"So your boyfriend is insecure," he murmured, "and wants to prevent you from having the best of both worlds."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Isn’t that a little selfish?"

Nina opened her mouth as her mind scrambled for a counterargument... but she couldn’t find one.

Her heartbeat quickened.

West leaned closer... enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath near her ear.

"Or," he continued in a low, almost playful tone, "is he just afraid?"

Her fingers twitched slightly at her sides.

"Afraid?" she whispered.

"That someone else might be able to offer you something he can’t."

The words weren’t explicit but they were enough to make her though race.

Images of West peforming acts that weren’t so holy... appeared in her head...

She felt heat creep up her neck.

Her body reacted before her mind could regain control and she found herself rubbing her thighs together...

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For a split second, she imagined leaning forward... closing that inch gap between them...

She imagined what it would feel like if he didn’t stop at words.

Her breath grew shallow and West noticed but he didn’t move further.

He didn’t close the gap.

He let the tension stretch... letting her imagination do the work.

Then, he suddenly withdrew, stepping back smoothly.

A faint smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh well," he said lightly, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. "Since you want to stay away from me... I guess I’ll just have to help you with that."

And just like that, he walked away.

Nina’s hand instinctively reached out.

"Wait—"

But he was already too far.

The hallway suddenly felt colder and quieter.

She stood there for several seconds with her heart still racing and her mind spinning in circles.

What just happened?

He hadn’t forced anything.

Hadn’t even touched her improperly.

Yet she felt as though she’d been caught in a current and released just before being pulled under.

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That evening, Nina sat in her small painting studio at her parents’ house.

It was a cozy space tucked into the corner of the second floor. Sunlight filtered in through a wide window, though now it had dimmed into twilight blues and purples.

Canvases lined the walls.

Two of them, positioned carefully against the far side, featured a familiar subject...

West.

One depicted him mid-sprint with his muscles flexed and his expression focused. The other captured him laughing during a previous school event.

She stood before a fresh canvas now with a brush in her hand and a palette balanced against her hip.

She had changed into comfortable clothes—an oversized shirt with paint stains and shorts. Smudges of color dotted her arms, legs and even her smoothly displayed cleavage from earlier work.

But her attention wasn’t on herself, it was on him.

She began painting, recreating him during today’s relay. His body was angled forward with one foot just barely touching the ground and the crowd blurred in the background.

Her expression softened into fascination, admiration and desire as she continued...

Her brush slowed as she added the subtle intensity in his eyes... the slight curve of his lips and the energy that seemed to surround him.

Her heart thudded as today turn of events played in her head.

She set the brush down for a moment, staring at the painting.

’Why does he affect me like this?’

Her boyfriend had never made her feel quite like that...

She picked up the brush again and added finishing touches...

Then she leaned back once more staring at him... heat rose from deep within her as she suddenly placed one of the brushes in between her thighs...

Her body shuddered in response as a small wet patch slowly spread at the center of her shorts.

"Ughhhh..."

She let out a low and uncontrollably moan as she pictured West touching her while pressing the tip of the brush against her crotch.