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Passing through an illusory door,

I appear in nearby Danes City and start walking towards Melisa’s house.

Thanks to my interface map, I know she is at home.

When I’m just a few meters from her house, she suddenly comes out of it, running toward me like a bat out of hell.

She is wearing jeans and a simple white shirt, as is usual for her.

Surprised by Melisa’s apparent ability to detect my proximity, I stop in place as the beautiful 27-year-old woman with waist-length dark brown hair and two blonde front locks runs towards me.

But I quickly realize that she must have seen me coming through the glass of the large windows in the walls of her kitchen.

Those windows serve to keep the inside of the house perfectly lit during the day, while allowing a clear view of the street in front of her house.

As she gets to where I am, the mature woman jumps in my direction and wraps her arms and legs around my body in any way she can, as if she were some kind of insect.

I quickly begin to feel her start to kiss my face over and over again as her breasts, around the C cup, press hard against my chest.

“Looks like someone is very happy to see me…” I chuckle, but then I frown as I notice the direction one of her hands is taking.

“… Hey, what are you doing? We’re in the middle of the street!”

Without moving the slightest bit away from my body, somehow Melisa has slipped a hand inside my pants and starts rubbing, as if her life were at stake, my virile member with her soft hand.

“I… So long alone… Take me! Make me yours right here!” says the mature woman, completely out of control due to the apparent excitement she is feeling.

My penis quickly begins to respond to her caresses, inviting me to respond to the woman’s tempting offer.

But right now I cannot give free rein to my urges.

Ignoring my inner conflict, Melisa, with her other hand, guides one of my hands under her shirt to entice me to massage her breasts.

The woman’s nipples are so erect that they look as if they could pierce the fabric of her shirt at any moment.

The movement of our hands slightly lifts the fabric of her shirt, exposing some of the skin of her abdomen, while my fingertips feel the texture of her bra’s fabric.

Concerned, I look around us at the slightly crowded street we are on.

No one seems to have noticed what Melisa is doing yet, but several people are looking at her with mild, distracted curiosity.

After all, she has run out of her house.

“Don’t you want to go inside your house before we go through with this? There are several people watching us,” I say with a growing frown.

Clearly, this is a side effect of Harem member.

The Melissa I know would never act this way.

’Is this what happens when sexual abstinence is too prolonged? It’s a pretty crazy side effect…

But, on the other hand, if I’m right, the class’s positive effects are extremely good…

I just have to remember to go back to take care of Melisa’s needs every so often, and she should be perfectly fine.’

“I don’t care! I need you inside me. I can’t resist this burning for another minute!” she says, raising her voice slightly as she makes a pretense of grabbing the belt buckle of my pants, clearly intending to pull them down.

’Shit! This is not the time to distract myself by overthinking things.’

“Well, I’m sorry, but I do care,” I say and quickly take both of Melisa’s hands.

Then I move her hands behind the girl’s back and imprison them with one of my hands.

This way, I am immobilizing her hands while also keeping her body against me.

I move my other hand to rest it against her ass, and, taking advantage of the fact that she still has both legs slightly curled around my waist, I hold her body against mine as I start to speed her home.

I don’t like the idea of strangers seeing Melisa naked at all.

And I don’t want her to ruin her public image that way either.

This is especially true given that I bear the primary responsibility for the state she’s in.

So I lead her inside the house, and she begins to moan faintly in anticipation of what we are about to do.

As soon as we cross the threshold of the door, I quickly close it with one of my legs and start heading towards Melisa’s room.

“No! My room is too far; take me to the kitchen table. We can use it as a bed,” says the woman, who seems to have regained some rationality for a few moments.

“Looks like today is the day to do it in the kitchen,” I say with a half-smile, turning around to head toward the wide, fancy, sturdy kitchen table of the successful farmer.

But then I see that there are several things on the table and that the curtains on the wide windows are obviously drawn.

After all, that’s how she saw me coming.

“Now I’m going to close the curtains. I want you to keep your hands still for a few seconds,” I say as I move at full speed and start to draw the curtains at the same time as I carry Melisa around.

“That’s not important, PLEASE! I don’t care if anyone sees us. What’s more, I want everyone to see us and find out that you’re my man,” says the young brown-haired girl, her voice husky as she kisses my neck and scratches my back, even through my clothes.

Those words from the girl remind me that the last time I saw her, she had a problematic altered state, which is surely also my responsibility.

Most likely, that altered state has already disappeared after so many days.

I am currently unable to focus on checking Melisa’s status, but I fervently hope that her altered state has vanished.

I no longer want to risk any more altered states getting out of hand with people close to me.

“That’s not right…” I say, as I finish pulling the last of the curtains, and use my free hand to give her a gentle pat on the buttocks.

The woman gasps at my actions, as if she has just run out of air.

“… I don’t like unnecessary displays in front of strangers. What do I do with the things on the table?”

The act of drawing the curtains simply took me a few seconds, and now it only remains for me to clear the table.

“What? Ahh, I don’t care. Throw them on the floor…” she says, glancing for a few moments at the teapot and cup on the white tablecloth on the table before looking back at me.

The tea set is fine, white, delicate-looking ceramic with floral patterns.

But what captures my attention at this moment is the expression of insecurity and fear that appears for a few moments on Melisa’s face as her eyes moisten slightly.

“… Sorry for my words a moment ago. I didn’t mean to… just… Don’t leave me.”

’It seems that her fear of being single again has been enhanced by the side effects of Harem member…

These classes are a little more dangerous than I thought. It’s simple to keep the side effects under control…

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When both classes level up sufficiently, I’m going to deactivate them…

Hmm, I feel a bit sorry for destroying Melisa’s stuff…

But since she’s expressly asking me to.’

I sit Melisa down at the table, and with one swipe, I throw the teapot and the fine ceramic cup to the floor.

Both vessels spill their contents onto the table before falling to the floor and shattering into a thousand pieces.

The hot liquid quickly soaks the white tablecloth that covers the table, staining it with a soft pinkish tint.

But Melisa doesn’t seem to care about anything besides me, as she lies on the table with her legs spread wide as she looks at me with a needy expression that makes me feel like I’m the supplier of some kind of drug.

“Please!” she exclaims breathlessly.

’If she didn’t care about the pottery, I guess she doesn’t care about her clothes either.’

“You just need to wait a few more moments…” I say and yank open her shirt, making the buttons pop in all directions.

The fabric yields easily to my newfound strength, and, with nimble, purposeful movements, I undress the mature woman before me as she moans and squirms slightly under my touch.

Once I finish undressing her, with a thought, I store all my clothes in my inventory, whereupon I am now completely naked as well.

“… Okay, I’m done. Are you ready for me?”

“I have been constantly ready for you for several weeks now,” she says in a trickle of voice, slightly blushing at the anticipation of what will happen.

But I take my time admiring the image in front of me.

Melisa squirms slightly on the table, her erect nipples pointing to the ceiling, as she spreads her legs as wide as she can for me, desperate to receive me inside her.

“Sorry about that,” I say with an apologetic smile as my gaze momentarily fixes on her pink, wet pussy.

I then take her thighs in my hands and, directing my erection to the entrance of her love hole, I begin to pump her slowly and gently.

“Yesssssssss, Emirrrrrrr… Haah… Thats… Just what Nhgh… I needed,” she says as her hands clutch the fabric of the tablecloth.

In doing so, the damp cloth sticks to her naked body like a candy wrapper.

For several minutes, I keep up the rhythm of my movements, and Melisa moans ecstatically in response.

As I move, I can feel some small pieces of ceramic under my feet, poking me, but now my mind is completely focused on the woman in front of me.

“Faster, please, Ngha!” She says, looking at me with slightly moist eyes and cheeks flushed with a strong shade of orange.

“Your wish is my command,” I say, and I begin to significantly increase the pace of my onslaught.

My hands move from her thighs to her hips, and I lean slightly over her so I can reach even deeper inside her.

The table’s surface is just the right height for me to penetrate Melisa with no problem while standing, which gives me a lot of freedom of movement.

Despite the force and speed of my movements, the table holds up perfectly and makes no sound of complaint, even when we use it roughly.

’At some point I have to buy new furniture for my home… If our table was more sturdy, I could have done this with Alessia and Delia too.’

While I am distracted for a few moments admiring Melisa’s furniture, the woman starts moaning much louder, locking her legs close behind my waist.

At the same time, I feel her insides contract and shudder, massaging my manhood gently and signaling that finally the mature woman has gotten what she needed.

The sight of Melisa cumming while naked and semi-wrapped in a pink and white tablecloth on her kitchen table is extremely exciting, but I have already cum many times today, and I am still a long way from cumming once more.

’Hmm… I’m extremely tired, but I’m curious to see how many times she cums before I do.’

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