[Make your intentions known]
[Quest: Make Julia aware of your intentions with a bold move. Rewards are relative to the audacity of the move and outcome.]
A smile spread on John's face as he read the system's quest. Julia's lust-inducing body had always attracted him, but upon seeing her expression after her "discussion" with Martin, he knew he had to take her away from him.
Julia was taken aback by John's candid compliment. She was used to men's gazes and the passing comment or even rude remarks, but she thought John's comment was genuine, without malice. Or maybe she had been looking for something to hold on to in her life, but she didn't care. She would take whatever happiness she could get, no matter how insignificant.
A smile tugged at her lips and said, "Thank you, John."
They walked side by side in silence, grabbing whatever supplies they could find, canned food made the bulk of it, but anything that was fresh was fair game. John made use of his inventory. He, like the others were amazed at how things just disappeared from his touch. No special effects, sadly, John thought.
For a second, John pondered how he should approach this quest, but he rolled his eyes unconsciously. He wasn't one to overthink, he just had to do it.
"Julia," John called, his voice gently interrupting the serene silence. Julia's head turned, a smile still adorning her face. John focused on her dark eyes, they were obscured by her bright, rosy skin. It was like staring at the sun, hoping to find shadows.
"Do you need any help?" He asked in a gentle tone, his hand resting on her shoulder.
"Uh?" Julia pondered John's questions, unsure of what he meant.
"With your husband," he clarified, his voice steady.
"Um... what do you mean?"
"Julia, we're in the midst of an apocalypse. Trust me when I tell you that you don't have to go through domestic abuse anymore," he said, stepping closer to Julia.
He towered over her as he grabbed her by her shoulders.
"Um, ah, er, I mean," Julia stammered, she did not want to get into more trouble with her husband and this seemed like a recipe for disaster.
John wanted to shake his head at her indecisiveness, but he understood, she had been forced into submission. And so, he had to break her out of it. "It's fine, don't say anything. I'll bail you out of that prison, Julia."
Julia's heart skipped a beat. John's voice was so confident, so determined. She had no choice but to believe what he said.
"W-why?" Julia's voice quivered, her words on the verge of snapping.
"Because you deserve better," he said, coiling his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, "and I like you."
Julia's eyes widened upon hearing that bombshell, but John didn't allow her to overthink and pressed his lips against hers. Julia stood stunned, her mind spinning, but before she could even form a single thought, John pried her lips open with his tongue.
Caught up in the moment, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself to feelings she had not felt in a long time. Pure bliss, like a woman, appreciated, desired.
Her tongue responded and joined the dance, but just as she was about to revel in the feeling, John stepped back and cut the moment short, "we have all we need, let's go."
'What the hell?' Julia thought. He came in like a whirlwind, messed everything up and then left. He did not even give her time to reject him. She is a married woman, she of course was going to set him straight, but what now? She felt wronged somehow.
No, she wasn't going to let things end like this. She stepped closer to John, her finger poking his chest. She took in a deep breath, ready to scold him, when the sound of footsteps reached her ears.
Martin and Dalia stepped in, startling Julia who was caught with her finger on John's chest. She recovered quickly and then Dalia spoke up, "we have everything we need."
John glanced at Martin and saw his features twisting. It seemed Martin liked to keep Julia on a leash, John thought.
"Did you check the back?" John asked. As Martin and Dalia turned around instinctively, John's hand slithered down Julia's back and squeezed her ass cheek, his middle finger coiling around the seam of her ass.
Julia let out a squeal, or was it a moan? John wasn't sure, but he couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, her tone sharp.
"Just a little playing around," John said, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to knead and dig his fingers in deeper into her flesh.
"Julia. What's wrong?" It was Martin's voice the one making Julia flinch. Her previous sharp tone took on a submissive, low tone and stammered, "Um, it's nothing..."
John continued his attack while Julia squirmed under his touch. Her cheeks took on a rosy hue as she struggled to keep on a straight face.
John had been familiar with these scenes from comics with those cursed three letters. He couldn't help but think that he was acclimating to his role a little too well. Was this his destiny all along? To play with and steal women from other men?
He didn't ponder for long. In truth, he did not care. Life had been harsh to John and this was his moment. He might as well revel in this new sensation and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.
"Of course it's not nothing, look at you!" Martin's voice exploded through the empty market. Even Dalia was startled by his outburst.
John's smiled vanished as he glared at Martin and took on a serious, menacing tone, "what the fuck are you yelling for? Do you want to attract every monster in the area? You dumb fuck."
Everyone's eyes widened in response. They didn't expect John's bluntness, but inwardly, everyone agreed.
Martin staggered nervously and while he was trying to explain himself, John decided to take it a step further and dig his fingers deep into Julia's slit.