Wren walked down the long carpeted hallway of the Celestine with his phone in hand as he ran a hand through his blond hair.

The luxury of the ship was undeniable as he had been seeing ever since he got in here, but at this hour, the corridor felt strangely empty.

The deep navy blue of the carpets muffled his footsteps making them silent.

He looked around at the rows of identical high-polished wood doors, noticing that most of the cabin lights were dimmed. It seemed the ship was a bit vacant in this particular wing.

He glanced at the time on his screen.

’Oh, it’s 11pm? I think the Captain said that the Starlight deck party would begin by then.’

He let out a short tired breath.

He wasn’t interested in the party. After the dinner he’d just endured, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near those women who had surrounded him earlier.

He needed a break from the "charming young bachelor" act.

Wren slipped his phone into his pocket and refocused on the room numbers.

’Room 721,’ he thought, walking forward past a series of gold-plated placards. ’Room 739...’

He was heading for Room 767. Diana had sent him a message earlier and he was already pretty sure what she wanted... honestly, he didn’t mind.

He needed a way to cool down from the stress he was feeling right now, and hanging out with Diana was a way to do it.

’Finally, Room 767.’

He stood in front of the door which looked as good as the others signifying its status as a top-tier VIP suite.

He raised his hand and knocked and a few seconds of silence followed before Diana’s muffled voice came from the other side, asking who it was.

"It’s me," Wren said.

There was a soft, electronic click as she swiped her keycard from the inside. The door swung open, and Wren was greeted by the sight of his brown-haired stepmother.

She was wearing a silk nightgown that fell loosely over her curves, and there was a small blush covering her cheeks completely.

"Come in, Wren," she said softly, stepping back to give him space.

Wren entered the room and did a quick look around.

It was spacious, smelling like perfume.

It was pretty similar to his own room, which made sense. Despite the fact she was staying a floor below his own, they were both VIPs on a cruise that prioritized consistent luxury as were the others...

Diana closed the door behind him, the lock engaging with a firm thud that seemed to seal the rest of the world away. She turned back to face him, fidgeting slightly with the hem of her nightgown.

"How did you feel? How is the cruise going for you so far?" she asked, her voice hovering somewhere between casual interest and nervous excitement.

Wren shrugged, moving toward the center of the room.

"It’s going pretty well. I’m enjoying it... well, except for the fact that those girls had me cornered during dinner, that was a bit much." He paused, looking at a vase of fresh lilies on the sideboard. "Your room looks really good, Diana."

Diana perked up instantly, the blush on her cheeks deepening into a rosy glow.

"I... I arranged it myself since I’ll be staying here for a while." she admitted.

"That’s nice," Wren said. He walked over to the large bed and sat down on the edge with the mattress giving way slightly under his weight.

Diana stood a few feet away with her hands trembling. Suddenly, she lifted both hands and slapped her cheeks in a quick, cute motion, as if trying to wake herself up.

’I’m the one that called him here, so why am I being shy?’ she thought as her heart hammered against her ribs. ’You Dumm—’

Wren watched her with a small smile as he decided to cut through the tension. "So, why did you call me over and tell me to remove my shorts?"

The bluntness of the question made Diana jump.

She slapped her cheeks again as her words came out in a flustered stutter. "I-I just wanted you to come over because I was feeling lonely! It’s a big ship, and it felt too quiet in here."

She gulped as her eyes darted away from his.

In reality, it wasn’t just the silence... She hadn’t liked the way those girls had been hovering around him at dinner, and she had felt a sharp, stinging pang in her chest when she saw him holding hands with Leah earlier.

’It’s not like I’m jealous...’ she lied to herself.

She took a slow breath and walked closer to the bed, eventually sitting down beside him.

She reached out with her fingers tentatively taking his hand. She began to rub the back of his hand with her thumb in a soothing motion.

’I think it’s nice that Wren is communicating with younger women. They fit him even more than I do,’ she thought, trying to convince herself that she was being the mature adult in the room but it was a losing battle.

She wasn’t legally bound to him by marriage... she was married to another man, a man who currently didn’t want to see her but the way she felt with Wren was something she couldn’t ignore.

Her hand slowly traveled up, leaving his hand to reach for his face. She cupped his jaw with her thumb rubbing just under his chin as she nudged him to look at her.

’I want him,’ She thought as her resolve crumbled.

She puckered her lips slightly with her gaze dropping to his mouth.

She didn’t want those other girls getting their grubby hands on him. If someone was going to be with him, it should be someone who actually cared and someone respectable.

Until he decided to let go of her... she would keep him for herself.

They both tilted their heads with the distance between them vanishing.

When their lips met, the kiss was soft at first like they were testing the waters but as the warmth of the contact spread, they pulled back for just a fraction of a second, locking eyes.

They went back in, and this time, there was no hesitation.

Their tongues met, wrapping around each other desperately.

SMACK!

The quiet of the room was broken by the smacking sounds of their lips and the ragged rhythm of their breathing. As the kiss deepened, Diana’s hands began to wander. They slid down from his face, past his chest, and settled on his trousers.

She could feel him through the fabric... he was already rock hard for her.

Her fingers fumbled with the button for a moment before she managed to pop it open. She broke the kiss with a thin glistening strand of saliva connecting them for a heartbeat before it snapped.

Wren looked at her... She looked really horny.

"Get up... just a bit," Diana whispered.

Wren stood up, allowing her to grip the waistband of his trousers.

She pulled them down from the sides, the fabric sliding over his hips and down to his feet. The moment he was free, his member popped up, straining in the dim light of the room.

Diana’s jaw dropped slightly since it had been a while since she saw it. She stared at the thick length she had been craving, and a lewd smile spread across her face as a bit of drool escaped her lips.

Wren let out a low chuckle.

"You’re drooling, Diana. Is it really that good?"

Diana quickly wiped her mouth with her hand as her face burned with a blush. "Y-you’re imagining things!"

Before he could tease her further, she leaned down.

She took him in her hands, pressing a few soft kisses along the prominent veins, feeling him throb against her lips then she looked up at him with hazy eyes.

’I’m so happy he’s hard for me...’ She thought.

"Since handjobs didn’t do it for you," She murmured. "I’m going to start with blowjobs and make you really happy~"

With that, she dove down and Wren let out a grunt as she took him into her mouth.

She started slowly with her tongue swirling around the head before she began to slide down his length completely.

Diana steadily increased the pace as her head began bobbing in a rhythm that made Wren’s head swim then she moved her hands away from his shaft, reaching up to take one of his hands and placing it on the back of her head, guiding him to hold her there.

’Much better~’

She resumed the act moving a lot faster now. The wet sounds of her mouth working over him filled the small space between them. Wren leaned back on his elbows with his breath hitching as the pleasure intensified.

He really loved her mouth...

As he felt the sensation building, he felt an urge to give back.

He wasn’t just going to lie there and just as the thought crossed his mind, a blue holographic tab flickered into existence before his eyes.

[Ah, I went off for a moment and you’re already getting laid? Sniff~ They grow up so fast... I got you covered, Host.]

[Skill: Nice Fingers]

[Description: A specialized technique that turns the Host’s fingers into instruments of ultimate ecstasy. Allows for perfectly smooth, fluid movements during manual stimulation, ensuring the recipient reaches new heights of pleasure.]

[Level 1]

[Cost: 100 Credits]

[Would you like to purchase this skill?]

Wren stared at the prompt for a fraction of a second.

’Why does this cost more than "Good Fingers"?’ he wondered but he didn’t care enough to dwell on it as he bought the skill regardless.’Yes.’

Immediately, it was as if a rush of instinctual knowledge flowed into his brain. His fingers felt more sensitive and he looked over.

Diana was currently bent over on the bed with her behind exposed as she worked on him. Her nightgown had ridden up quite a bit due to her movements.

Wren reached out as his hands slid over the silk fabric. He grabbed the hem and pulled it up further, exposing her fully to the cool air of the room.

Diana let out a muffled "Mmmph" against him with her body trembling at the sudden exposure but she didn’t pull away.

’She didn’t wear panties?’ Wren was surprised.

He didn’t waste any time. He guided his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her wetness instantly. He slid one finger deep inside her, and Diana let out a sharp moan that vibrated against his member.

"You’re not going to do all the work yourself," Wren whispered, his voice hoarse. "I’m going to help you out, too."

He began to put the new skill to use. His fingers moved with an impossible smoothness sliding in and out with a rhythm that complemented the motion of her mouth.

He used his thumb to find her clit, circling it in a way that had Diana’s body arching off the bed.

"Mmm~"

He added a second finger, then a third testing her insides and feeling the way her muscles clamped down on him.

The combination was overwhelming.

Diana was sucking him desperately while Wren’s fingers worked magic between her legs.

Her internal walls began to squeeze tight which was a sure sign she was reaching her limit and with a final, high-pitched moan that was muffled as she held him in her mouth, she came.

"HAAAN~"

A rush of fluid drenched Wren’s hand, slicking his fingers even further as she shook against him.

The sensation of her climaxing around his fingers, combined with the intense suction of her mouth, pushed Wren over the edge.

He tensed with his hand tightening slightly on the back of her head as he came in her mouth, filling her completely.

Diana’s cheeks puffed out as she took his load.

She didn’t pull away; instead, she slowly swallowed every drop as it completely filled her mouth, her throat bobbing as she swallowed and finally, she popped her face back with a strand of saliva breaking as she moved away.

Wren removed his hand from her dripping pussy and Diana collapsed back onto the bed, sitting up against the pillows and taking deep breaths.

A bit of stray cum dropped onto her silk nightgown, but she seemed too dazed to notice.

Her legs were still trembling, and she could feel the warmth of his fingers inside her.

She wanted him back in there... maybe for real this time. She looked down at his member and gulped.

’Should we go all the way? If I let him... will he leave me afterward?’

The thought made her heart sink for a moment, but the physical longing was stronger and Wren surely wasn’t that kind of guy. Wren turned to her with a small blush on his cheeks.

"Uh, should I get the condoms?" He asked and Diana’s face went completely red.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she reached down and hiked up her nightgown even further, showing him her dripping swollen pussy once more.

"I’m on my safe day," Diana managed to say with her voice trembling as she looked at him shamefully. "So you c-can... go inside raw."