Only Ten Days Ch. 01

The room was simple. Clean. Bright.

White walls. A sleek desk. A single monitor. Sophie sat alone, a clipboard beside her labeled:

The Intimacy Project - Pre-Arrival Assessment: PARTNER A

The screen displayed the instructions plainly:

"Please select your preferred third participant from the three candidate videos. If you and your partner choose the same participant, you will each receive a £1,000 bonus. If you choose differently, your partner's choice will be selected."

Sophie smirked softly at that detail.

Chuck always gets the final say. Of course he does.

She clicked Play.

???? Option 1: Blake

Blonde, sculpted, sun-kissed, the kind of guy who only owned tank tops.

"What's up? I'm Blake. Marketing, beach life, not shy. Nudity's a vibe, and I'm down for whatever."

She rolled her eyes. Vain. Too pretty. He knows it.

???? Option 2: Tyler

Gentler. Tousled dark curls, friendly smile, glasses that gave him a "soft boy" charm.

"I'm Tyler. Writer, yoga instructor, big fan of human connection. I think this whole experience is about truth."

Kind. A little shy. Sophie liked him... but he felt too much like Chuck.

???? Option 3: Malik

Stillness.

A tall, bald Black man stared calmly into the lens. Clean-shaven face. Deep brown skin. Wide shoulders. No flashy smile. No wink. No filler words.

"Malik. Thirty-two. Personal trainer. Former Army."

He held her gaze through the screen, like he could see her.

"I respect boundaries. Unless you want me to cross them."

Sophie felt a flutter in her stomach.

It was subtle. But real.

A heat.

She stared at his image a moment longer, lips slightly parted.

Then... click.

She selected #3.

✂️

Elsewhere - Chuck's Room

Chuck's monitor displayed the same instruction:

"Select your preferred third housemate. A £1,000 bonus will be awarded to both participants if your choices match. Otherwise, your selection will be final."

He rubbed his hands together.

Easy.

???? Blake - "Nope. Too hot."

???? Tyler - "Nope. Sophie's into emotional types."

???? Malik - Bald. Broad. Serious.

Chuck tilted his head.

"She's never been into Black guys. Guy's intense, sure, but he's not gonna charm her."

Click. #3.

He leaned back, satisfied.

A chime sounded.

"MATCH CONFIRMED - BOTH SELECTED PARTICIPANT 3: MALIK"

£1,000 bonus awarded to both participants.

Chuck's eyes lit up.

"No way. Hah. Didn't think she'd pick him."

Moments later, they were reunited in the hallway.

"We picked the same guy," Chuck grinned. "Nice surprise."

Sophie smiled sweetly.

"I... I figured you'd pick him. I just wanted to match with you."

She lied.

????️ FLASHBACK - TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Their apartment was dim. Rent was late again. Dishes in the sink. A slow tension in the air they didn't speak about.

Chuck sat at his laptop, scrolling job boards.

Pop-up ad:

"Earn up to £40,000 - Test Your Relationship. Explore Emotional and Physical Intimacy. Must be Open to Nudity."

He clicked.

Read the fine print.

By the time Sophie came in with a cup of tea, his eyes were glowing.

"Babe... what if I told you we could clear our debt in a month?"

She blinked.

"What's the catch?"

He spun the screen toward her.

"It's a study. Just nudity. Three people. Tasks. Bonuses. £10K if we last 10 days. Another £10K if we stay for 10 more. And if we make it to the full 30? £40,000. Each."

Sophie raised an eyebrow.

"And we'd be... naked the whole time?"

"Yeah, but it's not sex. It's science. Vulnerability. Connection. They're therapists, not porn directors."

She chewed her lip. Nervous. Intrigued.

"It just sounds... intense."

"C'mon. We've been through worse. What's ten days in the nude with some random?"

Sophie had looked at the ad again.

Imagining herself in a house with Chuck... and one other body. One other man.

Something curious flickered in her chest.

And then she nodded.

"Okay. Let's try it."

☀️ DAY 1 - THE FIRST LOOK

The facility smelled like cedar and lemon.

It was quiet. Peaceful, almost too peaceful. Like the calm before something intimate and irreversible.

Sophie and Chuck stepped out of the car, both wrapped in soft grey robes and silence. A young staffer greeted them without ceremony.

"Welcome to The Intimacy Project. Please follow me to your showers. Clothing will be collected. Nudity is required in all communal spaces. Once you're clean, proceed to the main lounge."

Chuck glanced at Sophie. Raised his eyebrows like "no big deal."

She smiled back, small, tight.

Inside, the air was warm. The water hot. The silence heavy.

Sophie showered alone, her skin prickling beneath the spray--not from cold, but nerves. Her heart ticked faster with every passing minute.

Naked. In front of him. In front of... the third.

She didn't even know what she was hoping--or dreading--to see.

???? The Lounge: Undressing

Chuck arrived first.

He stepped into the large open lounge: all smooth wood floors, low furniture, and wide windows that spilled sunlight across the space.

He took a deep breath and dropped his robe.

And just like that, he was naked.

Not just nude. Exposed.

Chuck had never been "well-endowed," but in this light, this space, next to no one... the truth looked harsher. His cock was small. Almost childlike in rest. A tight little shaft, shy, pale, tucked against a barely visible bush.

He stood tall, trying to posture, arms at his sides like it didn't matter.

But even he could feel how the room treated him: empty.

Moments later, Sophie entered.

She paused. Just for a second. Her hands clutched the robe at her chest, her breath caught. Then--slowly, bravely--she let it fall.

And Chuck turned to look at her.

His eyes always lit up when she was naked, but today...

She looked different.

Sophie was gorgeous.

Her long, brunette hair still damp, clinging to the soft curves of her shoulders. Her skin glowing, almost dewy in the light. Her hazel eyes glanced up, uncertain, curious. But her full red lips parted slightly in breath.

Her breasts were small but firm, perfectly shaped, the nipples large, thick, dark pink, standing proudly on her pale skin. Her stomach was flat, her hips slender, athletic... but her ass was something else entirely--round, full, sexual in every sense. Made to be grabbed. Watched. Fucked.

Chuck swallowed.

Even after years together, she still stunned him.

But she wasn't looking at him.

Not really.

Because then the door opened.

???? Enter Malik

He walked in like he owned the building.

No robe. No hesitation.

Malik was a visual earthquake. Tall. Muscular. Confident. His skin a rich, deep brown that shimmered under the light. His chest wide and heavy, every muscle etched and hard-earned. Veins coiled down his arms and across his forearms like cords.

But it was lower... that everything changed.

His cock swung between his thick thighs, soft--but massive.

Not big. Unreal.

Even in rest, it was easily the length of Sophie's forearm. Thick. Heavy. The kind of cock that defied logic--a weapon, a promise, a threat.

Chuck's eyes widened.

He tried not to look, but he looked.

And he suddenly felt cold.

Sophie inhaled softly. Not loud. Just enough.

Her nipples tingled. Her stomach tightened.

That 's soft?

She didn't know what arousal was supposed to feel like in this kind of moment.

But her thighs pressed closer together without thinking.

Malik's gaze met hers.

Calm. Unbothered.

He nodded.

"Hey."

That voice. Lower than it had sounded in the video.

Like it rumbled through her chest before reaching her ears.

Chuck nodded quickly. Trying to stay composed.

"Hey, man. Malik, right? We picked you."

Malik didn't look at him.

"Yeah. You did."

For a moment, the room was silent.

Three naked bodies. One undeniable presence.

And Sophie...

She had never felt more aware of herself.

Of the air on her skin. The heat behind her knees.

The heavy pull between her thighs.

She had never felt more naked.

More seen.

More like a woman.

Not just someone's girlfriend.

Not just Chuck's quiet, loyal partner.

But a woman standing between two men--

One soft, familiar, trying.

The other carved, composed, and capable of ruining her.

And she felt it already...

The shift.

The need.

Even if she didn't admit it out loud.

The three of them stood together in the lounge.

Sunlight streamed in through the wide glass wall, casting warm lines over three naked bodies, and one massive, unspoken tension.

The room was silent--civil, almost polite--but the tension was undeniable.

Chuck cleared his throat.

"So... this is a weird way to meet people."

Sophie gave a breathy laugh. Malik smiled--a small, real smile. Not cocky, just amused.

"Could be worse," he said. "At least the lighting's decent."

It broke the ice just enough to breathe.

But underneath the polite chatter... was the elephant trunk in the room.

Malik's cock.

It hung between his thighs--thick, heavy, natural in its boldness. He made no effort to hide it. No tension in his stance. He was just there. Present. Swinging.

It was impossible not to notice.

Even harder not to look.

Everyone was fighting their own quiet battle:

• Chuck, forcing eye contact, resisting the urge to glance down.

• Sophie, pretending she was interested in the conversation, when her body kept buzzing with awareness.

• And Malik, perfectly composed--like he didn't need to know if they were looking, because he already knew they were.

It wasn't arrogance.

It was gravity.

Then came the soft chime overhead.

"Sophie, please report to the Interview Room. Charles and Malik, please stand at the center of the lounge and remain still."

She blinked.

"Just me?"

Malik gave her the smallest nod, calm as ever.

"Protocol, probably. You'll be fine."

There was something in his voice--assurance.

Not flirtation. Not command.

Just... control.

Chuck's mouth twitched as she left, barefoot and naked, the curve of her ass bouncing gently as she stepped out of the room.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt cold.

???? INTERVIEW ROOM - SOPHIE

The room was dim and softly lit. One chair. One speaker.

"Hello, Sophie. Please answer as openly and honestly as possible. Your responses are confidential and essential to the study."

"How do you feel being nude in the house so far?"

"It's... more intense than I thought. I feel seen. Exposed. But also... kind of alive?"

"Are you comfortable being naked in front of Charles?"

"Yes. It's familiar. I know how he sees me."

"Are you comfortable being naked in front of Malik?"

A pause. Her lips parted.

"I thought I wouldn't be. But I am. He's confident. But not pushy. It's hard to explain."

"Please look through the glass. The two men cannot see you."

The wall illuminated.

Chuck and Malik stood side by side, facing forward.

Chuck looked tense, pale, fidgety. His cock small--invisible in this lighting, like a secret too shy to show itself.

And then there was Malik.

His stance relaxed. Shoulders back. Arms loose.

His cock hung like a goddamn monument.

Sophie's mouth went dry.

"Describe what you see."

"Two men. One trying... the other just is."

"Elaborate."

"Chuck looks... sweet. A little uncomfortable. Like he's holding his breath. Malik looks like... he was born for this. I can't stop noticing how... still he is. How he owns the space."

"What are you feeling right now?"

A long breath.

"Drawn. Curious. A little ashamed that I'm more attracted than I thought I'd be."

Her thighs pressed together on the chair.

"And I can't stop looking at him."

???? INTERVIEW ROOM - CHUCK

Chuck sat down stiffly.

He tried to appear relaxed--but his fingers tapped constantly against the armrest.

"How do you feel being nude in the house so far?"

"It's not ideal. But I'll manage."

"Are you comfortable being naked in front of Sophie?"

"Sure. We've lived together for years."

"Are you comfortable being naked in front of Malik?"

"It's... hard to ignore the difference. He's obviously built. Not just muscles. Everything. I'm not insecure, but... it's noticeable."

"Please look through the glass."

The wall lit up.

And there she was.

Sophie stood near Malik. Too near. Not touching, but close enough that their skin almost seemed to echo each other.

She was laughing softly. Her lips flushed. Her chest rising with a slow breath.

Chuck felt like someone had pushed a thumb into his throat.

"Describe what you see."

"My girlfriend. And a guy who... makes me feel small."

"What does that make you feel?"

"Jealous. A little scared."

And something else he didn't say.

Powerless.

Malik never entered the interview room. This research wasn't about him... Even though it was all about him.

???? DAY 1 - LUNCH

The awkwardness had started to fade.

Sophie sat at the wide kitchen island, legs tucked neatly beneath her, sipping water. She was still very aware of her nudity--but something about Malik's calm energy made it feel... easier.

Chuck leaned against the counter, arms crossed, trying to look casual.

Malik was by the stove.

The only thing covering him was a thick, navy-blue apron--the single exception to the nudity rule, permitted only while cooking. And somehow, that single piece of fabric made things worse.

It was almost disappointing.

It covered the one part of Malik no one could stop thinking about. The part that had dominated the room when he entered it. And yet, the apron only served to frame everything else--like a spotlight with no shade.

Sophie watched him move. She tried not to. But her eyes kept returning to him--again and again.

Malik stood at least 6'3, a full head taller than Chuck, who barely reached 5'8. And Malik's size wasn't just about height--it was mass, presence, the kind of body that didn't ask for attention... it just took it.

His shoulders were enormous, capped and sloping with strength, stretching the apron strap tight across his upper back. Each bicep bulged with perfect control, a solid arc of power as he stirred the pan or flipped the chicken.

Even his forearms were thick, veined, roped with quiet strength.

When he moved to grab a bowl from the top shelf, the apron lifted slightly in the back--and Sophie's eyes dropped instinctively.

His ass was completely exposed--tight, round, shockingly high for a man his size, flexing subtly as he stepped down again. The open back of the apron framed it perfectly.

Her lips parted, unconsciously.

And his legs...

Thick slabs of muscle, carved from thighs to calves. Powerful quads, dense and wide enough that were each probably comparable to Sophie's torso in diameter. His calves flared as he moved, grounded, balanced--ready to move, lift, pin.

He wasn't flexing. He didn't pose.

But his entire body was a quiet threat.

A promise.

And Sophie couldn't stop watching.

"You cook?" she asked, forcing her voice light.

Malik didn't look up.

"Every day. Learned in the Army. Got addicted to clean food. Can't eat shit when you train."

"Wish I could get Chuck to cook like that," she teased without thinking.

Chuck chuckled tightly.

"I cook. I microwave. Same thing."

He reached for a jar of olives, tried to twist it open.

Nothing.

Tried again.

Still nothing.

Malik extended one hand without turning his head.

Chuck hesitated, then passed the jar over.

Click.

Malik opened it with one effortless pop, no strain. He passed it back like it was nothing.

Sophie blinked.

Her stomach flipped.

"Thanks," Chuck muttered, stiffly.

"No problem," Malik replied with a polite, easy nod.

Not gloating. Just capable.

That made it worse, somehow.

????️ Lunch

The meal was delicious.

Grilled chicken. Roasted vegetables. A sharp yogurt sauce that Malik whipped together casually as if he'd done it a hundred times. The kind of meal that tasted like effort, without the ego.

They sat around the table, still nude, legs crossed, slowly easing into the strange rhythm of communal exposure.

Sophie looked looser.

She wasn't covering herself as much now.

Her laugh came more freely. Her smile lingered longer.

Every now and then, her eyes flicked to Malik's hands. His forearms. The way he held his fork like a sculptor's chisel.

Chuck tried to keep up. Tried to add jokes, steer conversation. But Malik never competed.

He just spoke when needed.

Looked when it mattered.

And let silence work for him.

The three stood in the center of the lounge, side by side, still nude, their bare feet on the warm wood floor.

The announcement flashed again on the screen above:

TASK ONE:

"Participants will engage in two separate, two-minute open-mouth kisses. Each kiss must involve a different pairing. The same two people may not kiss twice."

£1,000 will be awarded to each participant upon completion.

Chuck laughed softly, a little nervously.

"Okay, so... one kiss per person, no repeats. Got it."

He turned to Sophie, already stepping forward, assuming the obvious.

"Want to get ours done first?"

She nodded, maybe a little too quickly.

"Sure."

Malik stepped back silently, giving them space. He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, his massive frame sinking comfortably into stillness--just watching.

???? KISS 1 - Sophie & Chuck

They stood close.

Nude. Facing each other.

No distractions now.

Chuck leaned in first, his hands resting gently on Sophie's hips. His lips found hers--warm, soft. Their tongues met... briefly. Lightly.

There was a rhythm to it. A comfort.

But no fire.

Sophie kissed him like she'd kissed him a thousand times before.

Because she had.

She knew every angle. Every breath. Every tiny twitch.

And as they kissed... she became aware of just how absent her body felt.

There was no flutter in her belly. No pulse between her thighs.

Her hands stayed still. Her core stayed quiet.

They pulled apart after two quiet, familiar minutes.

Chuck smiled, trying to shake off the tension with a laugh.

"Easy," he said. "One down."

Then the silence dropped.

The screen still glowed with its soft instruction:

Two kisses. Each with a different pairing.

Chuck's brow furrowed.

"Wait. So..."

Malik's voice was low, measured.

"You two already kissed."

A simple statement.

No pressure.

Just truth.

Sophie turned toward Malik. Her heart was thudding again.

He stood still. Calm. Arms down now. The apron long gone.

His full body on display.

Massive. Imposing. Unmoving.

Chuck shifted behind her.

"I guess that means it's you two."

Sophie looked between them--then smirked, trying to lighten it.

"It's just a kiss," she said gently.

Then, with a small laugh--meant to cut the awkwardness but laced with heat she didn't expect--

"Unless you want to kiss him..."

Chuck snorted, awkward.

"Ha. Yeah, I'll pass."

Malik smiled. Not mocking.

Just amused. In control.

"Your call," he said, eyes on Sophie. "I'm here if you are."

She paused.

Then stepped forward.

Her body buzzed with tension.

She wasn't pretending anymore.

She was curious.

She was wet.

And she was about to kiss a man who'd barely spoken more than a sentence to her--but had already made her body feel more alive than it had in years.

???? DAY 1 - EVENING WIND-DOWN

The lights had softened to a golden hue, the way a luxury spa dims the world to make you breathe slower. Dinner was finished. The air was still.

Then, a soft mechanical chime sounded through the ceiling speakers.

"All shared spaces are now fully accessible. Please explore your accommodations at your own pace."

A hiss of hydraulics as a previously locked hallway slid open.

Sophie turned toward the noise.

"I guess that's our room?"

Malik shrugged and walked toward the hall first, calm, unhurried.

Chuck followed--trying not to rush, but his steps a little too quick. Sophie came last, still half in her own head, the taste of Malik's kiss still lingering in her mouth like wine that wouldn't fade.

????️ THE BEDROOM

The door opened to reveal a large, open-concept sleeping area.

Two beds.

Two big beds, both wide and luxurious, separated by a few feet of hardwood floor and a pair of low nightstands. Minimalist. Clean. No clutter. No dividers.

"Well," Chuck said, a little too brightly, "at least we don't have to, you know--share a bed."

He laughed, trying to play it cool.

Trying to sound like it was no big deal.

Sophie gave a faint, automatic chuckle.

Then added, without thinking--

"Yeah... sure."

There was something in her voice. Not regret. But something like conflicted hesitation.

Chuck didn't hear it.

Malik might've.

There were other details:

• A large open closet, three identical sets of white slippers and soft towels.

• A shelving nook, empty for now.

• And three touchscreen panels built into the walls, clearly for future prompts or tasks.

At the foot of each bed sat a folded robe--one per person. For emergencies only. Otherwise, the house stayed nude.

Sophie's gaze drifted to the bed that Malik casually sat on, stretching his arms back behind him.

He looked massive against the neutral bedding. Relaxed. Ready. Like he belonged there.

And something in her stomach fluttered.

Not fear.

Something closer to temptation.

???? THE PATIO & GARDEN AREA

The back of the house opened with wide glass doors. Sophie stepped out barefoot onto smooth stone tiles, the night warm against her skin.

Outside, the world was quiet and beautiful.

• A sunken hot tub bubbled softly in the corner of the patio, steam curling up into the sky.

• A small lap pool stretched just beyond it, glowing blue from underwater lights.

• To the right, a metal weight rack gleamed under subtle lighting--rows of kettlebells, dumbbells, and a pull-up bar bolted into a wood post.

• Sophie immediately imagined Malik there. Sweating. Flexing. Commanding.

Chuck wandered the edge of the patio, noting the open-air shower in the corner, then paused at something further down the path.

"Huh. There's another building."

A single modern structure, like a sleek shed with mirrored glass walls, sat just beyond the garden.

The door was sealed. No panel. No handle.

"It's locked," Chuck said. "Wonder what's in it."

Malik didn't respond. He stood at the edge of the hot tub, one hand idly swirling the steam.

"Maybe it opens when we're ready," he said, low.

Sophie swallowed.

The phrase sent a little pulse through her.

The three of them lingered outside for a moment.

The air was warm.

The stars were out.

The water called to them.

Sophie felt it--how small the world had become.

Just her.

Her boyfriend.

And the man who kissed her like she didn't belong to anyone at all.

???? DAY 1 - EVENING: HOT TUB RULES

The sky had deepened to velvet blue, dotted with stars. The patio lights hummed to life with soft amber tones, casting a quiet warmth over the stone tiles and smooth outdoor furniture.

Sophie and Chuck sat on a cushioned lounger, still nude but loosely wrapped in towels. Her legs were tucked up beside her, feet bare, a drink cradled in both hands. Chuck lounged with one arm stretched along the backrest behind her.

For the first time all day... things felt still.

"This place is insane," Sophie said, eyes on the lap pool. "It's like a resort. If resorts made you be naked all the time."

Chuck laughed, leaning his head back.

"Honestly, I thought I'd be more awkward by now."

Sophie smiled and reached down, patting his thigh.

"You're doing fine."

And she meant it. Chuck was trying. He was just out of his depth.

He exhaled slowly. Then, without really thinking--

"Really screwed up picking contestant number three though, didn't I?"

Sophie turned toward him, confused.

"What? How? He seems really nice."

Chuck smirked.

"It's not his personality that worries me."

He meant it as a joke. But it didn't land like one.

Sophie gave a soft laugh, but her eyes flicked down--like her body already knew what Chuck was referring to before her brain did.

"You're worrying over nothing," she said gently.

But her voice didn't carry the weight of certainty.

And her eyes?

Her eyes didn't leave the figure that had just stepped onto the patio.

Malik.

Barefoot. Naked. Moving in silence. A towel slung casually over one broad shoulder. His chest caught the light--ridges and muscle sculpted into shadow and shine. Veins curled along his arms and hands. His powerful legs flexed with every step, and between them... he swung.

Full. Meaty. Unignorable.

He walked toward the bubbling hot tub like he'd been there a hundred times before.

Sophie watched him the whole way.

Didn't blink.

Didn't look at Chuck.

Malik lowered himself slowly into the water, one arm bracing against the edge, the other dipping in after him. His body sank beneath the surface in smooth, deliberate motion.

A soft groan of satisfaction escaped his throat.

Then--

BEEP. BEEP.

A small, calm alarm sounded from above.

A voice followed:

"Reminder: Hot Tub, Pool, and Outdoor Fitness Zones are communal areas. A minimum of two participants must be present for use. Solo access is not permitted."

Chuck looked up.

"Wait... seriously?"

Sophie's lips twitched into a half-smile.

"Guess we can't do anything alone here."

Malik looked over his shoulder, still calm in the water.

"Tub's open. Join me."

Not a demand. Not a challenge.

Just a fact.

Sophie stood without hesitation.

Her towel dropped from her waist, her slim hips and firm ass catching the light. She moved with a kind of grace that hadn't been there earlier.

She stepped down into the hot tub with a breathy "mmm," settling across from Malik, her legs folding naturally beneath her. The water curled around her breasts. Her nipples were already hard again.

Chuck followed a beat later, clumsier in his movements. He kept his towel until the last second. He slid in beside Sophie--less gracefully, and a little too quickly.

Now the three of them were nude, wet, and together.

The hot tub hummed. Steam curled.

And no one said a word for a long moment.

Malik leaned back, his arms draped along the edge behind him. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm, his skin gleaming.

Chuck sat stiffly.

Sophie sat still--but her eyes... weren't on Chuck anymore.

???? HOT TUB - FINAL MOMENTS OF DAY 1

The water bubbled between them. Steam curled around their shoulders, softening the night air.

Sophie sat quiet, her body loose but her mind buzzing. The warmth had her floating. Or maybe it was the kiss. Or the fact that every time Malik shifted, she could feel it. The water moved differently around him.

Chuck leaned his head back, trying to act casual. His foot brushed Sophie's under the water, and she smiled at him... but her gaze kept returning to the man across from them.

Malik opened his eyes, looked to both of them.

"Long day for you two," he said, voice calm. "Figured I'd give you some time."

Then, slowly, he stood.

The water cascaded down his body, pouring off the ridges of his abs, sliding down his thighs, collecting at the base of the thick, pendulous shaft that swung forward as he rose.

Sophie's eyes locked there.

She didn't even pretend otherwise.

His cock looked heavier now--fuller after the kiss. Still at rest, but barely. Wet and thick-veined, glistening in the low light.

He 's not even trying.

Malik turned slightly, lifted his arms to wipe water from his shoulders--his back muscles rippling as he did, each movement unhurried. A silent show.

And then he stepped out, water streaming down his calves, that perfect ass flexing with each stride.

He didn't look back.

He didn't need to.

Chuck exhaled through his nose, trying not to look pissed.

Sophie stayed silent.

Her skin was hotter than before.

But it wasn't the water.

???? NIGHT 1 - BEDROOM

The room was quiet. Just the soft hum of the ceiling vent and the occasional rustle of sheets.

Chuck lay under the covers, eyes closed, one arm flopped over his stomach. He looked peaceful. Or maybe just exhaustedfrom pretending everything was fine.

Sophie stood in front of the wall-mounted screen.

Bare. Still. Breathing slower now.

The prompt glowed:

"Sophie, based on your emotional and physiological data today, you are invited to select a partner for your first physical trust exercise tomorrow."

"Your choice is anonymous. It will be presented as a randomized task."

Two buttons pulsed quietly:

• CHARLES

• MALIK

Her finger hovered.

She imagined Malik's hands.

Large. Skilled. Slow.

She imagined what it would feel like to lie naked under him... blindfolded... every stroke of his palms a mystery.

Her thighs clenched.

Her pulse jumped.

But then she looked back. At Chuck. At his chest rising and falling.

She'd kissed another man today.

She'd stared. She'd imagined.

Maybe this was her way of keeping the balance.

Of proving--at least to herself--that she wasn't already slipping.

She tapped:

CHARLES

The screen blinked.

Nothing more. No confirmation.

Just silence.

She exhaled.

Then slid under the covers, facing away from Chuck.

Her body warm. Her thoughts... conflicted.

Tomorrow, they'd do the trust exercise.

She'd pretend it meant something.

But deep down...

She already knew who she wanted to pick next time.

???? END OF DAY 1 - SYSTEM ANNOUNCEMENT

Just as Sophie settled beneath the sheets, the lights automatically dimmed to a soft gold. A barely audible chime sounded from the ceiling.

A calm, gender-neutral voice echoed gently through the room:

"End of Day One."

Total Bonuses Earned:

- Charles: £1,000

- Sophie: £1,000

- Malik: £1,000

Base experiment payment remains pending. The £10,000 milestone will be awarded upon successful completion of Day Ten."

"Thank you for your participation."

Then silence.

Chuck gave a quiet, satisfied grunt beside her.

"Not bad for kissing your girlfriend," he mumbled sleepily.

Sophie didn't answer.

She just stared into the dark.

Still remembering how Malik kissed.

And how close she came to picking him.

☀️ DAY 2 - MORNING

A soft, low chime stirred the still bedroom air.

Lights gradually warmed from deep gold to pale morning white, simulating sunrise against the sleek walls. The blankets rustled.

Sophie was already awake.

She lay on her side, naked beneath the covers, staring at the fabric of the pillow, her mind quiet but full. Her legs pressed together gently. Her lips still tingled from yesterday's kiss--not Chuck 's.

She could still feel the weight of Malik's body across the room.

Even now, with no sound, she could sense him.

Chuck stirred behind her. His arm shifted and found her waist. He pulled her close, kissed her bare shoulder.

"Morning."

His voice was soft. Familiar.

Sophie smiled.

"Hey."

She let him hold her a moment.

But she didn't close her eyes again.

???? They Dressed in Silence (Or didn't)

Robes stayed untouched. Nudity was the norm now.

The shared bathroom was steamy. Sophie brushed her hair while Chuck stepped into the shower. She caught her own reflection--flushed cheeks, parted lips, the faintest mark where Malik's hand had gripped her waist during the kiss.

She didn't touch it.

But she stared at it for a second too long.

???? PATIO - MALIK ALREADY AWAKE

When they stepped outside, the garden was bathed in gentle sunlight.

And Malik was already there.

Standing near the hot tub. Stretching in silence. Naked, of course.

His arms rose over his head, revealing the full line of his obliques, the heavy V-cut of his hips, his massive thighs braced apart. His cock--meaty, pendulous, softly swaying--shifted slightly with each stretch.

He turned his head and nodded.

"Morning."

Sophie tried to say it back, but it caught in her throat. Chuck answered for her.

"Hey."

???? TOUCHSCREEN NOTIFICATION - GROUP PROMPT

From inside the house, the chime sounded.

They returned to the lounge, screens already glowing.

Sophie tapped hers first.

DAY 2 - GUIDED PHYSICAL TRUST TASK

Today 's structured activity will focus on body-based vulnerability and presence.

Randomly selected pairing: SOPHIE & CHARLES

Format: blindfolded, oil-based contact, 6 minutes.

Location: designated sensory room.

Time: 10 minutes from now.

Malik will observe to provide feedback on "nonverbal communication."

(As per rotational observer schedule.)

Chuck smiled.

"Hey--us again."

He looked genuinely happy.

Sophie gave a small smile back, covering her reaction.

Malik?

He said nothing.

Just stood quietly nearby.

???? THE TRUST TASK BEGINS

Chuck was already lying down on the padded surface, blindfolded, relaxed.

Sophie's hands were slick with oil.

She worked slowly. Gently.

His arms. His chest. His thighs. His shoulders.

There was no tension.

No spark.

She followed the instructions. Did everything right.

But her hands didn't tremble. Her heart didn't race.

She felt nothing but the warmth of the oil.

Malik watched from a seat nearby.

Still.

Focused.

When Sophie glanced at him, just once, during the task...

He held her gaze.

And she felt more heat from that look than from everything her hands had just done.

When the task ended, Chuck kissed her knuckles with a grin.

"Told you I'm a good subject."

She laughed.

But it wasn't real.

???? PRIVATE PROMPT - SOPHIE ONLY

Back in the hallway, heading toward the kitchen for breakfast, Sophie's screen blinked softly.

She tapped.

AFTERGLOW EXPERIMENT - OPTIONAL TRUST EXTENSION

You have been selected to participate in a supplemental sensory session designed to explore post-task intimacy.

If accepted, your partner will be randomly assigned. You may choose to opt out.

Touch duration: 5 minutes. Setting: private room. Format: oil massage. You may guide or receive.

Her heart kicked harder in her chest.

Random.

But she knew.

She stared at the screen.

And pressed:

✅ ACCEPT

????️ DAY 2 - LATE MORNING: THE PROMPT

Sophie stood at the hallway mirror, brushing her fingers through her hair. She wore nothing--just clean, bare skin and the faint scent of the oil from earlier still lingering on her palms.

Chuck was somewhere in the kitchen, rinsing dishes. Malik had gone quiet, stepping out to the patio after breakfast. She hadn't dared follow him with her eyes... but she'd felt the pull.

The house was quiet now.

Almost too quiet.

Then--

Chime.

Soft. Not loud. But unmistakable.

Sophie turned. Her wall panel near the bed glowed faintly.

She padded across the floor and tapped it.

NEW PROMPT:

"Sophie, please report to Room B in the east hallway for your optional session."

"Estimated duration: 5 minutes."

"Partner has been randomly assigned."

No mention of who. No sound of another chime. Just the soft blue glow of confirmation, and the subtle shift in the hallway lights--leading her forward.

Her breath caught.

Her fingertips felt colder than before.

But she stepped out. Quietly. Naked.

As she passed the open lounge area, she saw Chuck--still rinsing his plate, humming to himself, completely unaware.

She didn't stop.

Didn't speak.

She turned down the hallway, the lights dimming behind her, guiding her path until she reached a dark wooden door. Smooth. Marked only by a small panel:

Room B

Occupied upon entry.

She hesitated for a moment.

Her hand hovered over the latch.

Then she pressed it.

The door slid open with a soft hiss.

Cool air. Soft light.

Inside: a low massage table, a warm oil tray beside it, a folded towel.

No one else.

Yet.

???? DAY 2 - ROOM B | PRIVATE PROMPT SESSION

The door closed behind her with a soft hiss.

Sophie stood there, still and bare, arms loosely folded beneath her chest, the cool air of the private room raising goosebumps across her skin. The soft scent of sandalwood oil drifted in the air. Warm, sensual.

And then she saw him.

Malik.

Already lying on the table, face down. Silent. Waiting.

No towel. No modesty.

Just his full, colossal body stretched out, relaxed, arms loose at his sides, palms open.

The light was gentle, but it still caught the lines of him--the shoulders, thick and sculpted, his back, wide and rippling with quiet strength. Every line moved subtly with his breath.

His ass. High. Muscular. Perfect.

And those legs--massive, powerful, carved from dense muscle that looked almost too heavy to belong to one man.

Sophie's mouth went dry.

Jesus...

This wasn't Chuck.

This wasn't any man she'd ever known.

This was a living monument. And somehow... he was hers to touch.

She stepped forward slowly.

Her feet were soundless against the soft flooring. She reached for the tray--warm oil, already prepared. She poured a small amount into her palms, rubbed them together.

Her heart was racing.

Her skin flushed.

She let her hands hover over him for a moment--unsure where to start.

Then, gently... she pressed her palms to his shoulders.

He didn't flinch. Didn't move.

But under her hands, his muscles responded--a slow, heavy ripple, like something deep beneath the surface acknowledging her.

She exhaled slowly.

She pressed deeper.

Kneading. Stroking. Exploring.

His skin was warm, tighter than Chuck's, almost impossibly firm. Her hands glided across broad delts, down the long slope of his back, pausing at the groove of his spine.

She wasn't sure if she was massaging him or studying him.

He 's so big... so dense...

Her thumbs circled his lower back, and she moved to his glutes--carefully, slowly. She pressed the pads of her thumbs into the solid swell of muscle.

God... even here, he 's hard. Like stone.

She caught herself staring.

Then swallowed.

Then moved on.

???? The Turn

Without a word, Malik shifted.

Slowly. Silently.

He turned over.

And suddenly--she saw it.

His cock lay heavy across his thigh, thick, veined, dark, and not quite soft anymore.

Not erect.

Not threatening.

But undeniably present. Fuller than before.

It curved slightly to the side, resting there with the same natural weight as a forearm.

Her breath hitched.

Her hands hovered above his chest, frozen for just a moment.

Is it okay to stare? Does he know I 'm looking?

She looked up. His eyes were closed.

Still silent. Still breathing slow.

She pressed her palms to his chest.

Worked in slow circles, trying to focus.

But her eyes kept drifting lower.

Her fingertips moved across his pecs, then down the line of his abs, each groove perfectly defined. He was sweating slightly now. Or maybe that was the oil. Either way, his skin gleamed, and her hands slid like water over stone.

Her fingers trembled.

She tried not to think about what it would feel like...

Just one touch. One hand... wrapped around it.

Would she even be able to close her fingers?

Would he get harder?

Would he let her?

Her hands hovered lower.

Almost at his hips now. The edge of her pinky brushing his lower abdomen. So close.

Her eyes dropped again.

It had moved.

It was fuller. Thicker. Resting differently.

Oh my god.

She was wet.

She could feel it now. A slow ache curling up inside her.

One more inch and she'd touch it. Just one more sweep of her hand and--

BEEP.

The chime rang.

Five minutes. Done.

Sophie froze.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She slowly pulled her hands back, stepped away, her heart racing.

And then, without opening his eyes, Malik said:

"You've got a great touch, Sophie."

He sat up, slow, towering, the light casting him in gold.

He looked at her.

A pause.

Then a soft smirk.

"Looks like you enjoyed it."

Sophie flushed.

She didn't answer.

Because he wasn't wrong.

???? DAY 2 - POST MASSAGE (EDITED)

The door to Room B hissed open.

Sophie stepped out--still naked, not even thinking to cover herself. Her skin glowed faintly under the hallway lights, especially across her chest and thighs where the massage oil still shimmered, not yet fully absorbed.

Her hair was slightly mussed.

She walked with a softness in her step. Loose. Unhurried.

In one hand she held a small hand towel, slowly wiping the slickness from her fingers, not rushing. She looked distant. Thoughtful.

Down the hall, Chuck glanced up from the lounge area.

"Hey. Where were you?"

Sophie kept her tone light.

"Just a little follow-up task. Five-minute massage thing. Random partner. I gave Malik one."

Chuck's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh."

"Nothing big."

She passed him without stopping.

But Chuck's gaze shifted over her shoulder.

The hallway door opened again.

Malik.

He stepped out slowly, walking with that same effortless power--shoulders back, chest high, his body glistening from neck to calf, oiled like polished stone.

And then there was his cock.

Chuck tried not to look.

But he had to.

It wasn't hard. Not fully.

But it wasn 't soft, either.

Not like earlier.

It looked heavier, fuller, just slightly swollen, resting differently against his thigh. A subtle curve of arousal he couldn't fake.

And it didn't look oiled.

Not like the rest of him.

That's something at least, right?

Chuck swallowed.

Malik passed with a slow nod.

"Appreciate it," he said. Not looking back.

???? DIARY ROOM - SOPHIE (Revised)

She sat in the chair, legs slightly apart, posture looser than before. Her skin still glistened faintly from the oil, and she hadn't noticed the way her nipples remained stiff since she walked in.

"Sophie, thank you. Please describe your post-task experience."

"It was... a lot more intense than I expected."

"What made it intense?"

"I've touched Charles so many times. I know every inch of him. His skin, his body... it doesn't surprise me anymore."

She exhaled softly.

"But with Malik... I had no map. No memory. I was just... feeling. And reacting."

"Did the difference affect your emotions?"

"Yes. I felt... more present. I wasn't just performing a task--I was responding to everything I touched."

"Please describe his body. In your own words."

Her voice lowered slightly.

"He's immense. Dense. Every part of him felt like it was made to dominate. His back was thick. His legs, solid. There wasn't one soft spot on him. Except..."

She trailed off.

"And the area around his hips?"

She bit her lip.

"He shifted. Grew. Not fully, but... enough. He didn't move, but his body answered me."

"Did you want to touch him there?"

A long silence.

Sophie's fingers tightened slightly in her lap.

Then, almost a whisper:

"Is this 100% confidential?"

"Yes," came the soft reply from the speaker. "Your answers will not be shared. This space is safe."

Another beat passed.

Then--lower than before, but steady:

"Yes."

"Do you feel guilty?"

"I didn't do anything."

A pause.

"But I wanted to."

"Would you touch him again if given the chance?"

A longer breath this time. Her nipples pulsed slightly, aching now.

"Yes."

???? DIARY ROOM - CHARLES

Chuck sat a little stiff in the chair.

Nude, but self-conscious about it. His knees were together. His hands fidgeted on the armrest. He kept shifting like the seat didn't fit right.

"Thank you, Charles. How are you feeling today?"

He gave a small smile. Too practiced.

"Fine. I guess. Weird, but fine."

"Please reflect on the trust task earlier this morning."

"It was good. Normal. I mean... we've touched each other a thousand times. It felt like an extension of that."

He paused.

"But that might be the problem, right? It felt the same. Like nothing new. Like... We were performing familiarity, overly comfortable."

"Do you feel she was engaged?"

He exhaled through his nose.

"She wasn't distracted. But she wasn't... lit up. I know the difference. I've seen it."

"Do you trust Sophie?"

A longer pause.

He didn't answer right away.

Then:

"I want to. I mean... she's never given me a reason not to."

"That's not the question."

Chuck blinked.

"I do. Mostly. But..."

He rubbed his thumb against his palm.

"She watched Malik today. During breakfast. I noticed. She does this thing with her mouth when she's thinking about something she's trying not to say. She was doing that."

"Do you feel threatened by Malik?"

A dry laugh.

"You mean the guy who's built like a demigod and hangs like a horse? No, not at all."

He rubbed his face.

"Look. He's... everything I'm not. I know that. And if she wanted to, I mean... he wouldn't even need to try."

"Would it hurt you if something happened between them?"

Chuck stared at the floor for a moment.

"It'd break me."

????️‍♂️ OUTSIDE - GARDEN WEIGHT AREA

The door hissed open.

Chuck stepped out, blinking against the sun.

Then he froze.

Sophie.

She was kneeling by the weight bench, tightening a strap on one of Malik's ankle cuffs. Her hair was tied up, her bare back curved, her toned ass on full display.

Malik stood beside her, holding a massive dumbbell in one hand--easily, casually--his body shimmering with light sweat, his thighs flexed, his cock swinging with each movement.

They were both smiling.

Sophie laughed at something he said--head tilted, relaxed. Familiar. Like they'd done this a hundred times before.

Chuck stood just inside the threshold.

He didn't say anything.

Didn't move.

But something in his chest cracked.

????️‍♂️ DAY 2 - WORKOUT AREA: SOPHIE & MALIK

The late-morning sun warmed the garden stones beneath Sophie's feet. The house was still, quiet behind her, the only sounds the soft grunts of weightlifting and the clink of metal meeting metal.

Sophie crouched beside the weight bench, fastening the strap on one of Malik's ankle wraps.

She wasn't in a rush.

Her fingers moved slowly.

Deliberately.

She could feel the heat of his body beside her--massive, radiating strength even while still.

When she stood, he glanced over and handed her the towel.

"You missed your calling," he said, half-smiling. "You're good with your hands."

She felt a flush rise to her cheeks. She didn't answer. Just smirked softly.

"You do this every day?" she asked, stepping back as he sat on the bench.

"Keeps me grounded," Malik said, wrapping his hands around the bar. "Plus, it's nice when someone's watching."

Sophie laughed.

It came easily.

And when he lifted--clean, slow, with impossible control--her eyes followed every movement. The way his arms flexed, how the cords of muscle rolled beneath his skin. How his chest pushed forward, slick with sweat and oil. How his cock swayed just slightly between reps, heavier now with blood.

She didn't mean to stare.

But she didn't stop.

Across the patio, Chuck stood behind the glass door.

Watching.

The set of his jaw was tight.

His arms were crossed.

He didn't know what they were saying.

But he didn't have to.

Sophie laughed again.

Malik smiled at her.

And Chuck's stomach twisted.

???? DAY 2 - EVENING: SOPHIE & CHARLES

The light outside was dimming, turning soft and honeyed through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The house felt quieter now. Calmer. A gentle hum in the air.

Sophie was sitting on the edge of their bed, towel-drying the ends of her hair from an early evening rinse. Her skin was clean now, no more oil, but there was still a warmth in her limbs she couldn't shake.

Charles stood near the small console table, a glass of water in his hand. He hadn't said much since dinner.

Then--offhand, casual but tight:

"You and Malik seem to be getting along."

Sophie didn't look up right away.

"Yeah. He's... easy to talk to."

"Easy to spot, too. Especially from a distance."

The tone was light. But it stung.

Sophie narrowed her eyes slightly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Charles shrugged.

"Nothing. Just... noticed you've been spending a lot of time near him lately. Today. Earlier. With the weights."

She stood now, the towel still in her hand.

"He asked if anyone wanted to work out. You didn't."

"I didn't think I needed to supervise a workout."

Sophie blinked. Her tone dropped.

"Supervise?"

"You know what I mean."

A beat.

Sophie's voice stayed calm, but sharper now.

"Charles... we're all in this. Together. This house? These rules? I didn't write them. Malik wants to stay active, and honestly? It wouldn't hurt you to get out there a bit."

He flinched.

"Wow."

"I'm serious. If you don't want me alone with him, then step up. Don't make me the bad guy for saying yes when you keep saying no."

A silence stretched between them.

Sophie turned away, folded the towel, placed it neatly on the bed. Her jaw was set. She didn't want to keep arguing. She hated this kind of thing.

But it was already between them now.

Charles sighed.

Moved toward her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Rested his forehead to the back of her shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

She didn't move at first.

Then leaned back into him.

"I don't want to fight."

"I'm scared," he whispered. "I didn't think I would be. But I am."

Sophie reached for his arms and laced her fingers through his.

They sat there in the quiet.

Holding each other.

They sat there in silence, wrapped in each other's arms. Sophie pressed her cheek against Charles's temple. His hands held her tighter now, as if pulling her back from something neither of them wanted to name.

Then--

Footsteps.

Soft. Bare against the wood flooring.

They both looked up as Malik appeared in the doorway, walking slowly past the open frame of their room, a towel slung over one shoulder, water still beading on his chest.

He paused when he saw them--locked together, eyes still heavy with tension.

He didn't smile.

He didn't tease.

Just offered a quiet, calm:

"You two want a couple hours of privacy? I can chill out back, give you the space."

There was something so casual about it. Like he'd seen this before. Like he knew what couples needed to patch a crack.

Or maybe he just liked giving Sophie the chance... to miss him.

Charles nodded, almost too quickly.

"Yeah. Thanks, man. Appreciate it."

Malik nodded once.

"No problem."

Then kept walking. Slow. Measured.

His cock swaying slightly as he turned down the hall--bare, relaxed, but never insignificant.

Sophie watched him go.

Just for a second.

Then closed her eyes.

And leaned back into Charles's arms.

"End of Day Two."

Bonuses awarded today:

- Charles: £500

- Sophie: £1,000

- Malik: £500

Current Total Earnings:

- Charles: £1,500

- Sophie: £2,000

- Malik: £1,500

Reminder:

Base milestone of £10,000 will be awarded upon successful completion of Day Ten.

"Thank you for your participation."

Charles raised his head slightly from the pillow.

He didn't say anything.

But Sophie?

She felt that number.

Her number.

And for a brief moment... she wondered if anyone else noticed.

????️ PRIVATE PROMPT - CHARLES (2:18 AM)

The room was dark. The ceiling lights dimmed to deep blue, the house in its simulated "sleep state."

Chuck stirred slightly, half-awake, then blinked as his bedside screen gave off a quiet pulse of light.

A new notification.

He tapped.

"Thank you for participating in today's emotional trust activity."

"Would you like to view a 30-second anonymized replay of your partner's 'post-task extension session'?"

"The footage contains no faces or voice. Only physical interaction and sensory response."

YES / NO

Chuck stared.

His thumb hovered.

Then tapped:

✅ YES

???? Footage (Sensory Playback Fragment)

The screen stayed black. But soft sound played--breathing, quiet, slow.

Then visuals:

• Oiled skin gliding over a massive, muscled back.

• Hands--her hands--spreading across ridged shoulders.

• A slow, downward stroke. Lower. Slower. Palms pausing.

• The body beneath her shifts. Grows.

• Her hands hover near the hip.

• A second from contact.

Then--black.

End of footage.

Chuck sat frozen.

She had told him "it was just a massage. It was nothing"

But he saw something more than that. Those hands weren't massaging. They were exploring. And where did they explore when the video cut off?

???? DAY 3 - BREAKFAST | MALIK & CHUCK

The sunlight bathed the patio in golden warmth, casting soft glows across the clean tableware and bare skin. The three of them sat outside, steam rising from mugs of black coffee, plates half-finished. Sophie was barefoot, legs folded beneath her, her skin still damp from a rinse, catching the morning light in all the right places. Her hair was tied up loosely, exposing the elegant line of her neck.

She looked radiant, relaxed.

Chuck watched her carefully--like she might float away if he blinked too long.

Across from them, Malik sat at ease. Back straight. Silent but grounded. His glass of water caught a bead of condensation that rolled down the side in slow motion.

When Sophie stood to go inside--murmuring something about a quick shower--she leaned over to press a kiss to Chuck's cheek. His hand found her thigh briefly. His smile was there, but it didn't stretch far.

She disappeared inside.

There was silence. Just birds in the garden. The soft hum of the pool's filter.

Then Malik spoke, his voice low and smooth.

"You alright, man?"

Chuck blinked.

"Yeah, yeah. All good."

Malik didn't look away.

"You seem like you're thinking a lot. Especially when she's not looking."

Chuck gave a small, forced laugh and traced his finger around his coffee cup.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

Malik leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on the table. His posture was casual, but his eyes stayed sharp.

"Can I say something without stepping on anything?"

Chuck gave a hesitant nod.

Malik waited a moment.

Then:

"You care about her. That's obvious. But if you keep treating these tasks like they're tests she's passing or failing? She's going to start feeling punished every time she does something she's been asked to do."

Chuck looked down.

Malik continued, voice level but firm.

"She's trying to do this with you. Not behind your back. Not instead of you. With you. But if every time she touches someone else, she sees guilt on your face? You're not protecting her. You're making her feel like the villain in her own experiment."

Chuck stayed quiet, but his jaw tightened.

Malik took a slow sip of water.

"Look--I get it. Believe me. I know what I look like. I know what you saw yesterday."

Chuck's mouth twitched at the corner. A flash of bitterness, then shame.

Malik's tone softened--not apologetic, but generous.

"This whole setup--it's a mindfuck. But guilt's a slow poison, man. Either you're both in this... or you're both already out."

He stood, stretching casually, body tall and loose in the golden light.

"Don't make her protect your feelings more than she protects her own curiosity."

Then he turned, muscles rippling subtly as he walked back inside.

???? LATER THAT MORNING - SOPHIE NOTICES

When Sophie came back to the patio, fresh and dewy from her shower, she was expecting Chuck to still be moody. Wound tight. His usual soft-spoken sulk when things got emotionally tricky.

But instead... he smiled.

Genuine. Small. But real.

"Feeling better?" he asked, handing her a chilled glass of water.

She blinked.

"Yeah. You?"

"Getting there," he said, then hesitated. "You wanna sit with me for a bit?"

She sat. Sipped. Looked at him sideways.

There was something different in the air. Not lighter, but... less heavy. She couldn't put her finger on it.

Then she noticed the way Malik passed behind them--bare, casual, confident. He glanced once at Chuck, gave a slight nod.

And Chuck? He nodded back.

That was it.

But it told her everything.

They talked.

She didn't say anything. But something in her chest softened.

Malik wasn't just handsome. Or dominant.

He was decent.

And that made him dangerous in a whole new way.

???? DAY 3 - MID-MORNING | CHUCK & MALIK WORK OUT

The sun was higher now, casting long shadows across the workout area at the edge of the garden. The smooth patio tiles were warm under bare feet. Dumbbells glinted in the light. A barbell rested across a wooden bench like it had been waiting for someone to try.

Chuck stood beside it, stretching his arms behind his back. His body was lean--fit, but soft in places. Athletic in a casual way. He looked good. Normal. Approachable.

Then Malik stepped out of the house.

His silhouette filled the doorway first--tall, broad, unhurried.

Nude, except for a towel draped over his shoulder, he moved with the kind of ease that came from knowing he didn't have to try.

His muscles flexed and released with each step--shoulders thick, chest solid, abs tight and deeply grooved. His cock, heavy as always, hung forward slightly, shifting with each movement like it had a presence of its own.

Sophie was sitting nearby on a lounge chair, sipping from a water bottle, a towel around her hips, legs bare and stretched. She looked up as they started.

"You joining today?" Malik asked Chuck, voice light.

"Yeah," Chuck said, exhaling. "Figure I should stop watching and start doing."

Malik gave him a nod. Respectful.

"Let's go light first. Warm up right."

????️‍♂️ The Workout

Chuck started with resistance bands. Malik handed them to him without comment. No smirks. No arrogance. Just calm, quiet guidance.

They worked through squats, curls, some chest presses.

Chuck tried hard--not just to keep up, but to prove something.

Malik's movements were slow, perfect.

Each rep a lesson in control.

Chuck's breaths came faster. His skin flushed. Muscles trembled by the third set.

Malik wasn't even winded.

At one point, Malik grabbed a heavier dumbbell--far heavier than Chuck had touched--and began slow, deliberate curls, his biceps swelling with each motion. Veins snaked down his arms like rivers under his skin.

Chuck paused, watching.

"Jesus," he muttered.

"Just reps," Malik said calmly, without looking up. "Consistency."

???? Sophie Watches

From her spot in the sun, Sophie couldn't stop her eyes from moving.

She watched Chuck's jaw clench, his body tense, muscles shaking as he struggled through a set. He looked small, but earnest. Vulnerable.

And she felt something for him in that moment. A kind of soft admiration.

But then her gaze drifted.

To Malik.

To the way his glutes flexed as he bent to reset a weight. The way his massive back rippled like a living sculpture. The sheer size of his thighs as he lowered into a squat--cock swaying, purposefully and mesmerizing.

He was strength. Gravity. Ease.

And her stomach fluttered with guilt.

Chuck 's trying so hard... and all I can think about is Malik's body.

She shifted on the chair, squeezing her thighs together just slightly, the wetness between them undeniable now.

Eventually, Malik clapped Chuck gently on the shoulder.

"You did good, man."

"Not quite in your league," Chuck said between breaths, trying to smile.

"Doesn't matter," Malik replied. "You showed up."

Sophie smiled at them both as they approached.

"Proud of you," she said to Chuck, kissing his cheek.

Chuck beamed.

But as she looked back at Malik, their eyes caught for a moment too long.

And neither of them looked away.

???? DAY 3 - TASK ANNOUNCEMENT | KISS & EMBRACE

The screen lit up just after midday, the now-familiar chime humming softly through the lounge.

All three of them turned as the announcement began--crisp, warm, clinical.

"Today's intimacy task has been selected to observe emotional awareness through physical proximity."

Task:

- 5 minutes of open-mouth kissing between two partners

- Followed by 5 minutes of silent, nude, full-body holding

Participants will rotate in two pairings.

£1,000 bonus per person, per completed pairing.

Thank you for your willingness to explore.

The screen dimmed.

The silence afterward stretched.

Sophie sat up on the couch, towel still loose around her hips. She glanced at Chuck.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked, voice gentle but serious. "Because... I can't keep doing these tasks and feel like I've betrayed you afterward. If we're going to be in this, I need to be able to breathe in it."

Chuck nodded slowly. He rubbed his palms against his knees.

"I know."

She waited.

He took a breath.

"I've been thinking since this morning. Since the workout. Since breakfast."

Another pause.

"This whole thing--it was my idea. I saw the ad. I pushed us to apply. I wanted to shake things up. Make some money. Be bold for once."

His voice softened.

"I don't love watching you with someone else. I won't lie. But I get it now. These are just tasks. Experiences. And the more I fight it, the more I look like the one trying to make you feel wrong for doing what we agreed to."

She looked at him, really looked.

He held her gaze.

"So... yeah. I'll do it. We do this together. I don't have to be happy. I just have to be fair."

Sophie nodded.

Her heart was heavy. But lighter than before.

Chuck was trying.

And that still mattered.

???? Sophie & Chuck - 5 Minutes

The kiss was warm.

Soft.

Familiar.

Chuck's hands found her waist, gentle fingers pressing into her skin. Sophie tilted her head, opened slightly. Their mouths moved like a dance they'd done before. No fumbling. No discovery. Just routine. Careful affection.

But even as she kissed him, Sophie felt it.

This is love. But it 's not hunger.

He smelled like the same cologne she'd known for years. His hands shook slightly, whether from nerves or restraint she didn't know. She tried to meet him there--to lean in, to mean it.

But her body didn't melt.

It held.

Held back.

When the second chime sounded, they transitioned into the embrace.

Chuck wrapped his arms around her, pressing their chests together.

He rested his forehead against hers. Closed his eyes.

Sophie held him gently.

But her mind was already drifting.

???? Sophie & Malik - 5 Minutes

She stepped back onto the mat, heart beating too fast now. The floor felt warmer beneath her feet. Or maybe it was just her skin--flushed, tight, ready. She hadn't expected this. Not like this.

Malik was already standing in the center.

Still.

Tall.

Nude.

His body was statuesque but breathing--not cold marble, but fire beneath skin. Shoulders broad. Posture relaxed. His cock rested low against his thigh, full, unbothered, impossibly present without asking for attention.

He wasn't looking at her body.

He looked into her eyes.

And that was worse.

He 's not just a body. He's a man who knows exactly what I'm feeling.

And he's not in a rush to take anything. He's letting me want it.

The chime sounded.

She stepped in.

Their lips met--and time bent.

There was no hesitation.

No awkwardness.

His mouth moved like a rhythm she didn't know she'd been waiting for.

Full. Warm. Controlled. Exploratory. He didn't kiss to impress--he kissed to understand.

His lower lip dragged against hers. He let her taste him slowly.

And when she parted her mouth wider, he responded--but gently, never overtaking her.

Her hand found his chest--hot, hard beneath her palm, the kind of muscle that came from years of focus, not vanity. Her fingers brushed across his nipple, and she felt the tiniest flicker of reaction beneath his skin. He didn't move. But his body spoke.

Her thighs clenched instinctively.

Her breath hitched.

She didn't mean to moan--but it whispered out between kisses.

This is what I 've been missing.

This is what I've never had.

He's not kissing me to possess me. He's kissing me to unravel me.

Her nipples were aching now, hard and sensitive, brushing his chest with every shift. She felt slick between her legs--wet in a way that had nothing to do with nerves.

She wanted to rub against him.

Feel his thigh between hers.

Know what it would be like to wrap her leg around his waist and not have to hold back.

When the second chime rang, she was stunned it hadn't already.

They transitioned into the embrace.

Malik stepped closer, slowly, like gravity was drawing them together.

His arms wrapped low around her waist. One hand rested high on her back. The other... settled just above the curve of her ass.

His cock pressed softly against her lower stomach--warm, thick, not hard... but undeniably alive.

She inhaled sharply. He exhaled against her hair.

Her body melted.

I 'm not supposed to feel this safe. This turned on. At the same time.

She could feel the quiet strength of his arms around her, the way he held her without claiming her.

And that's when she realized:

If he pulled away right now... I would want more.

???? DIARY ROOM - SOPHIE

The chair was warm beneath her. Or maybe she was just hot.

Sophie sat with her legs slightly parted, spine straight but tense. Her skin still glowed faintly from the task room, her hair slightly tousled from his hands.

She licked her lips before she even realized she had.

"Thank you, Sophie. Please reflect on your physical and emotional experience in today's task."

She exhaled slowly, trying to organize the thoughts.

They didn't want to be organized.

"It was... it was a lot."

"Please describe your experience with Charles first."

She nodded slowly.

"Chuck was... sweet. Familiar. It felt like something we've done so many times. And that was comforting. I didn't have to think. It was safe."

"How did your body respond to that contact?"

A pause.

"I didn't feel turned on. But I didn't feel repelled, either. I think I just... went through the motions. It was a memory, in motion."

"And with Malik?"

She blinked.

Then looked up.

"Malik didn't just kiss me. He... read me. With his mouth. His hands. His body. It wasn't a task to him--it was a moment. And he let me make it real."

Her fingers tightened slightly on the armrest.

"I thought I was in control. But the way he held back--like he was waiting for me to meet him there--that's what wrecked me."

She shifted slightly in the chair, feeling the slickness between her thighs as she moved.

Her voice dipped, almost to a whisper.

"I'm still wet."

"Would you describe any emotional impact?"

She nodded again, slower this time.

"I felt something I didn't expect. It wasn't just desire. It was... seen. Like he wasn't trying to take anything from me. He was giving me space to want more."

Another pause. Her eyes flicked down, then back up.

"And I do. I want more."

"Do you feel guilt?"

"No."

"Do you feel closer to Charles... or Malik?"

A long silence.

Then softly:

"Closer to myself."

???? DIARY ROOM - CHARLES

Chuck sat a little hunched, arms resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely. His eyes were tired. Not red. Just... dimmed. The smile he gave the camera was automatic.

Then gone.

"Thanks for having me," he said dryly, then shook his head. "I sound like I'm on a podcast."

The voice chimed in.

"Please reflect on today's task. Begin with your experience with Sophie."

Chuck exhaled through his nose.

"It was fine. Natural. Like muscle memory. I knew exactly where to put my hands, when she'd tilt her head... it felt easy."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah. I mean--yeah. She's beautiful. She's mine."

He paused.

"It just didn't feel like anything new. I guess that sounds... lame. But it felt like kissing someone I already knew the answer to."

"And watching her with Malik?"

A long silence.

He looked down. Rubbed at the back of his neck.

"She kissed him like she forgot I was in the room."

Another pause. A swallow.

"And when they held each other... I saw her body soften in a way I haven't seen in a while."

His voice dipped.

"She let herself fall into him. Just... let it happen. That wasn't a task. That was... something else."

"How did that make you feel?"

Chuck gave a short laugh. Empty.

"Small."

He shook his head again.

"But this is what I signed up for, right? I told myself we'd both be strong enough to handle it. And maybe we are. I just didn't think watching her connect with someone would feel so... one-sided."

"Do you think she's losing interest in you?"

Chuck looked up, startled.

Then... quieter:

"I think she's finding something that doesn't include me. And I don't know how to compete with that."

"Would you continue if tomorrow's task paired her with Malik again?"

He stared straight ahead.

"Yes."

"Why?"

Another beat.

His voice dropped to nearly a whisper.

"Because I'd rather be here watching her slip away... than somewhere else pretending she isn't."

???? DAY 3 - EVENING | WINE & TRUST GAMES

The sun dipped low behind the garden wall, leaving the patio washed in a soft orange hue. Inside, the house lights glowed warmer now, shifting into their evening tones--ambers and blush golds that kissed the walls and floors like candlelight.

The chime rang softly.

"Evening recreation initiated. Wine provided."

A chilled bottle of deep red waited on the kitchen counter, beside three clean glasses and a bowl of strawberries. No explanation. No rules.

Sophie smiled when she saw it.

"We earned this."

Chuck poured carefully, and they took their glasses to the sunken lounge. Cushions surrounded them. They sat in a loose triangle--nude, relaxed, legs tucked, bodies half-lit and half-shadow.

Sophie's legs curled beneath her. Chuck leaned back on one elbow. Malik sat cross-legged, glass held loosely, his posture always perfectly effortless.

The first few sips passed quietly.

Then Sophie laughed at something small--Chuck brushing her calf with his foot by accident--and it broke the tension.

"Okay," she said, tilting her glass. "Anyone else feel like we need a game?"

Chuck raised his brow. "Like what, spin the bottle?"

Malik smirked.

"I think the house has one in mind," he said, nodding toward the screen.

It blinked to life.

TRUST MODE: CURATED GAME - TRUTH OR DARE (Consent-Based)

Light intimacy | Group bonding | Optional Bonuses

The first prompt appeared, floating soft in the golden air.

???? TRUTH: CHARLES

"Who surprised you the most today, and why?"

Chuck glanced at Sophie. Then Malik.

"Honestly?" he said. "Malik."

Malik raised a brow.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Chuck nodded. "You didn't have to talk to me this morning. Could've just... let me flail. But you didn't."

Sophie looked between them, her smile softening.

"He helped you?"

"Yeah," Chuck said. "He gave it to me straight. Didn't gloat. Didn't posture. Just... called it like it was."

Malik lifted his glass, a small nod.

"You listened. That's the real win."

Chuck raised his own in return.

Sophie just looked at the two of them--feeling a strange warmth settle low in her belly.

God, they 're both trying.

The screen blinked again.

???? TRUTH: SOPHIE

"Who in the house made you feel most desired today?"

She froze for a second.

Chuck's expression didn't change.

He sipped his wine.

Malik didn't blink.

Sophie smiled--soft, unreadable.

"I think we all know the answer to that."

She looked at neither of them directly.

But Malik's eyes lingered on hers.

And Chuck just looked down.

A silence fell.

But it wasn't awkward.

It was charged.

Like everyone felt something shift, but no one would say it aloud.

Malik set his empty glass down.

"You handled today well," he said to Chuck. "Could've gone another way. Respect."

Chuck gave a quiet nod. That meant more than he'd expected.

"Thanks," he said. "Still figuring it out."

Sophie watched them both.

One man trying to stay in the game.

The other, holding all the cards--and not even playing them yet.

"Next Round: Coin of Contact"

A participant and their dare will be selected at random.

They will flip a coin to decide on the person.

They must perform the dare with the person the coin assigned.

Participation is optional. Bonuses awarded for completion.

Sophie raised her eyebrows, sipping her wine with a teasing smirk.

"Well that's twisted."

Chuck gave a low laugh. "Hope the coin's on my side."

Malik leaned back, relaxed.

"I'm good with chance."

The screen blinked.

???? DARE 1: SOPHIE

Dare: "Sit in someone's lap for 60 seconds. No speaking. Just breathing."

Sophie let out a nervous laugh.

Chuck visibly tensed. Malik's brow lifted, but his face remained unreadable.

The screen pulsed:

Flip the coin.

Malik handed her the small gold coin from the center dish.

Sophie held it, heart thudding.

She flipped.

It spun in the warm light--flashing gold, gold, gold--

Tails.

Her eyes widened.

"Malik," she said quietly.

Chuck's jaw clenched. He smiled. Barely.

Malik didn't move. Just opened his legs slightly and patted his thigh once.

Sophie stood slowly.

She walked across the mat, every inch of her skin humming.

Nude. Breasts slightly flushed. Her breath catching in her throat.

She straddled him. Lowered herself down.

His cock rested soft beneath her--but it was there. Present. Warm against her slick folds.

She could feel it through the contact.

Not growing. Not aggressive.

Just... aware.

His hands rested on her hips.

Light. Respectful.

She placed hers on his shoulders.

They didn't speak.

But their breathing synced.

And Chuck couldn't take his eyes off her.

She 's not trying to be seductive.

She's just... connected.

Her eyes fluttered closed.

And Malik exhaled slow--through his nose, not his mouth--like he was grounding her.

Sixty seconds passed.

The chime sounded.

She stood up--legs shaky.

Malik didn't adjust himself.

Chuck said nothing.

But something had shifted.

The screen blinked again.

???? DARE 3: MALIK

Dare: "Whisper something you want to do to one of us--in their ear. No one else gets to know."

Sophie's lips parted.

Chuck straightened slightly.

Malik... smiled.

"Finally."

He stood slowly, stretching tall--a cascade of shadow and skin, his body effortlessly graceful as he moved. He stepped barefoot across the lounge.

The screen glowed:

Flip the coin.

He caught it mid-air with ease.

Flip.

Turn.

Land.

Tails.

Sophie.

Chuck's jaw tensed.

But he said nothing.

Malik walked behind her slowly. No rush. No swagger.

Just control.

Sophie sat upright now, her skin already tingling before he even reached her.

He leaned down--his chest close to her back, his mouth beside her ear.

His lips brushed the shell of it.

His voice was low.

Smooth.

Velvet and heat.

We don't hear what he says.

But we see her reaction.

Her knees press together slightly.

Her breath catches.

Her nipples tighten again, visible even in the low light.

And her fingers clench softly into her thigh.

He straightens.

Returns to his seat.

Not a word spoken.

But Sophie won't look at Chuck for several long seconds.

And Chuck?

He doesn't ask what was whispered.

Because he's afraid he already knows.

???? END-OF-DAY ANNOUNCEMENT

The soft chime echoed through the house as the lights shifted to evening tones--cooler now, tinted soft blue and muted rose.

The lounge screen pulsed with calm, digital warmth.

"End of Day Three."

Bonuses awarded today:

- Charles: £1,500

- Sophie: £2,000

- Malik: £1,500

Current Totals:

- Charles: £3,000

- Sophie: £3,500

- Malik: £3,000

Base milestone of £10,000 remains pending. Thank you for your continued participation.

Goodnight.

The screen faded. The house dimmed.

No one spoke.

???? BEDROOM | NIGHTFALL

The house had gone still, except for the soft hum of nighttime lights glowing dimly near the floorboards. The windows were streaked with moonlight, pale against the cool blue dark.

Two beds.

Two bodies.

Chuck was already asleep. Face turned toward the wall. His breathing deep, even.

Sophie lay on her back. Sheet pulled just to her stomach. The air against her bare skin felt too cold... and not cold enough.

Her body wouldn't settle.

Her mind wouldn't quiet.

She'd kissed two men today.

One made her feel safe.

The other made her feel real.

She could still feel Malik's mouth against hers. The way he waited--not taking, just inviting. Letting her lean in. Letting her want it.

And then... his arms around her.

The way he held her like her body meant something. Like he could tell exactly where she was tender. Like he wanted to memorize her breath.

And later--

His lap.

Her thighs stretched over his. His cock resting, thick and warm, just under her slit. Not pressing. Just... being.

Her folds had pulsed against him.

Her nipples had stiffened without permission.

She wanted to move. To grind.

To let go.

But she hadn't.

Not yet.

And then--the whisper.

That one final blow before the lights dimmed.

His mouth at her ear, breath slow and low, voice velvet over her skin:

"I won't touch you until you stop pretending you don't want it. But when you let go? I'll take my time showing you everything you've been denying yourself. And afterward... you won't want to go back."

She swallowed.

Pressed her thighs together.

Still didn't touch herself.

But her fingers curled in the sheets.

And sleep did not come easy.

???? DAY 4 - EARLY MORNING | SOPHIE'S DREAM & WAKING

Sophie woke with a soft gasp, her breath caught halfway between a moan and a sob.

Her skin was flushed.

Her thighs, soaked.

The sheets damp with slick heat between her legs.

Her nipples ached, hard as glass under the linen sheet. Her hand had drifted halfway between her legs in sleep--fingers curled near her mound, but never quite touching.

It felt so real.

His hands on her hips. His lips between her legs.

The whisper again, curling like smoke through her head...

"I won't touch you until you stop pretending you don't want it. But when you let go? I'll take my time showing you everything you've been denying yourself. And afterward... you won't want to go back."

Her legs rubbed together, involuntarily.

She wanted to cum. Desperately.

But not like this.

She swallowed hard.

Sat up.

Slipped out of bed before Chuck stirred.

She didn't look at him.

Because if she did, she'd remember she was still someone else's girlfriend.

???? DIARY ROOM CALL - SOPHIE & CHARLES TOGETHER

The screen in the lounge pulsed gently as the house stirred to life.

"Sophie and Charles, please proceed to the diary room together."

Chuck looked up from the kitchen, surprised. Sophie was just returning from the bathroom, damp hair tucked behind her ears, skin still dewy.

They exchanged a glance.

Curious.

Nervous.

They walked in together, nude, barefoot. The floor cool beneath them.

Two chairs. Side by side.

They sat. Close--but not touching.

The soft voice of the system hummed in.

"Thank you for joining us. You have completed three full days in the program."

"Today, the program will begin transitioning into Phase Two. Tasks will escalate in intimacy and complexity."

"Before continuing, you are both being offered the opportunity to exit the house. If you choose to leave now, you will take your currently earned bonus money with you."

"Alternatively, if you choose to stay, you must commit to completing the next seven days--through Day 10. Upon successful completion, you will each receive your full £10,000 milestone, plus all additional bonuses earned during that time."

"Please answer honestly, and in front of one another."

Sophie swallowed.

The silence stretched.

"How are you feeling about the experiment so far?"

Charles cleared his throat. He went first.

"It's harder than I expected," he said softly. "Seeing her with someone else. Watching her... connect. That's tough. But I signed up for this. We did this together. And I want to see it through."

He looked at Sophie.

"It's only ten days," he added, more to himself than her. "We can do ten days."

Sophie blinked. Surprised.

And something inside her... unlocked.

"I'm surprised," she said gently. "But I'm glad."

"I feel... challenged. Conflicted. But curious. And I don't want to walk away from that just because it's uncomfortable."

She paused. Looked straight ahead.

"I want to keep going too."

"To confirm: you both agree to stay until at least Day 10?"

"Yes," they said together.

They were dismissed a moment later.

Sophie stepped into the hall ahead of him.

And smiled to herself as she walked.

I have permission now.

????‍♂️ DAY 4 - MIDMORNING | THE SWIM

The sun was warm and climbing, bright over the garden as the trio made their way outside. The pool shimmered like glass--crystal clear, untouched until now.

They were all nude. That was no longer strange.

But in the daylight, everything looked more vulnerable.

Malik was the first to dive in--cutting through the water with a smooth, perfect arc. His body sliced under the surface like he belonged to it. When he came up, water streaming down his chest, the sunlight clung to him in every curve of muscle.

Chuck followed, awkward but trying.

Sophie stepped in slowly--sighing as the coolness kissed her thighs, her stomach, her breasts.

"God, this feels good," she said, floating back on her spine, her hair fanning out in the water.

Malik watched her for a beat. Quiet. Appreciative.

Chuck swam closer and flicked water toward her.

"Don't get too relaxed. I've got killer splash aim."

Sophie laughed and splashed him back.

They chased each other through the shallows for a minute--just enough contact to feel skin brushing skin beneath the surface. Hips bumping. Arms sliding past shoulders. Legs entangled under water before pulling away.

"So," Malik said finally, floating effortlessly beside them, "you two had your first real decision this morning."

Sophie glanced at Chuck. Then at Malik.

"Yeah. They gave us a chance to leave. With what we've earned so far."

"But you stayed," he said.

"We did," Chuck added. "We committed to at least Day 10."

Malik turned to Sophie.

Not cocky. Not smug.

Just... something settled in his voice.

"Good," he said, eyes on hers. "I'm glad."

And she felt it--heat sliding lower in her belly at the way he said it.

Like he'd been waiting for her permission too.

???? TRANSITION TO TASK - "Scent & Sensation"

As they dried off--Malik with a towel slung low over his hips, Chuck brushing off water from his arms, Sophie wringing out her hair--the chime rang.

The screen lit up on the patio wall.

"Today's first task has been selected: Scent and Sensation Identification."

"One participant will be blindfolded. The two others will take turns making gentle, non-verbal contact--limited to skin-to-skin touch from the waist up."

"The blindfolded participant will then attempt to identify each partner by scent, touch, and presence."

Selected Participant: Sophie

Bonus: £750 for correct identification. £500 awarded to each partner upon successful completion.

Chuck let out a short laugh. Nervous.

Sophie raised her brow.

"You guys ready for me to guess who's who?" she teased.

Malik just smirked.

Not a word.

He already knew she would know.

????️‍????️ DAY 4 - TASK: SCENT & SENSATION

The lounge had been transformed--soft lighting, cushions scattered on the mat, and a folded black silk blindfold placed neatly at the center.

Sophie stood nude between them.

The air felt warmer on her skin now.

Anticipation had that effect.

Chuck and Malik stood a few feet apart, also naked, instructed not to speak--not even a breath too loud.

Sophie picked up the blindfold, fingers trembling just slightly.

"Alright," she whispered. "Let's play."

She slid the silk over her eyes.

Darkness.

Her body, already alert.

Nipples tight. Breath shallow. Thighs damp from more than the pool.

She knelt on the cushion, as instructed, arms relaxed at her sides.

"Participant ready," the system said.

???? Touch One

A pause.

Then footsteps. Slow.

Hands touched her shoulders--tentative, slightly trembling.

Familiar.

Chuck's hands.

They moved lightly down her upper arms. Careful.

Affectionate.

A little nervous.

One hand cupped the side of her neck, thumb brushing softly over her collarbone.

He leaned in close--his breath smelled faintly of mint.

She inhaled.

Sweet. Gentle. Safe.

But her body didn't light up.

He withdrew.

???? Touch Two

Another pause.

Then--

The air shifted.

Even without sight, she knew who was coming.

The heat.

The weight of presence.

Malik.

His hands landed firmly--not rough, but confident--on her shoulders.

Wider palms. Stronger fingers.

He didn't stroke.

He held.

Then his hands moved--slow, sliding down her arms.

He traced the shape of her biceps, thumbs ghosting over her skin.

Every inch of her tingled.

When he reached her ribs, he slowed.

His thumbs brushed inward--close enough to her breasts to make her gasp, but not touching them.

She didn't breathe.

His hands moved behind her--gliding down her back, fingers resting at the small of it, pressing just enough to make her arch slightly.

God...

His breath was near her ear. Just a warm exhale.

And then--nothing.

He stepped away.

"Sophie, please identify Participant A and Participant B."

She didn't even hesitate.

"First was Chuck," she said softly.

"Second was Malik."

"Correct. Task complete."

???? AFTERMATH

She pulled the blindfold off slowly.

Blinking in the warm light.

Chuck smiled, a little proud.

Malik said nothing.

But his eyes were locked on hers.

???? SCENT & SENSATION - LEVEL 2: Lower Body Awareness

Just as Sophie was catching her breath, the system's soft voice returned.

"Level 1 complete. Participant correctly identified both partners."

"Proceeding to Level 2."

Focus: Lower Body Contact. Touch will extend from hips to knees. No direct genital contact permitted. No speaking. No eye contact. Maintain slow breathing throughout the experience.

"Participant will remain blindfolded."

Sophie froze slightly, the black silk still in her hand.

Malik didn't move.

Chuck looked toward the floor.

"You okay?" Chuck asked softly.

She nodded.

"Yeah. I want to keep going."

????️‍????️ Level 2 Begins - Sophie Blindfolded Again

She knelt back down on the mat, legs slightly apart now.

The house was warm.

But her inner thighs were warmer.

The blindfold slid back over her eyes.

Her nipples had never stopped tingling.

???? Touch One - Hips to Thighs

Hands touched her hips--soft, trembling.

Chuck.

He traced along the curve of her sides, then down toward the outer edges of her thighs.

His hands avoided anything too central.

But she could tell where he wanted to go.

He was cautious. Nervous.

One palm brushed a little too close to her mound.

He flinched away from it, not daring.

Sweet. Careful. Measured.

He pulled back.

???? Touch Two - Hips to Thighs

Then the second approach.

Different.

Malik didn't hesitate.

His thumbs landed just above her hipbones, firm and slow.

He pressed inward--not possessive, but commanding.

His fingers spread across her lower belly, then slid around her sides.

Heat bloomed where he touched.

He didn't tease.

He guided.

Down, down, down--

His palms brushed the top of her thighs, thick muscle and soft skin.

His thumbs skimmed the inner edge, just inside, just barely--

She gasped.

Her body shivered.

Her clit throbbed.

She was soaked now. Soaked and aching.

He held the inside of her thighs for a moment.

Just held.

No movement.

But everything inside her moved.

And then--he was gone.

"Sophie, please identify Participant A and Participant B."

She didn't even need to speak.

But she did.

"First was Chuck."

"Second was Malik."

"Correct. Level 2 complete."

She ripped the blindfold off this time.

Her pupils were wide. Her breath, uneven.

Her thighs were glistening.

Chuck didn't know where to look.

Malik did.

????️ DAY 4 - LATE AFTERNOON | THE Quiet Before

The sun had started to soften, low in the sky now. Its light cast golden streaks through the windows, stretching long across the floor. The house was quiet.

Chuck lay on a lounge chair near the pool, staring upward. A glass of water on the ground beside him, half-full. His chest rose and fell evenly.

He hadn't said much since the task.

Sophie sat under the shaded awning, her knees hugged to her chest. A towel draped casually around her hips, her breasts bare, skin still slightly flushed from earlier. Her damp hair clung to her neck.

She hadn't touched herself. Not since the task.

But she'd thought about it.

She'd felt it. Every step she took, she could still feel Malik's thigh between hers.

She watched a single bead of water roll down her thigh.

And she wondered what it would feel like if he followed it with his mouth.

Across the patio, Malik sat at the table, scribbling in one of the system-provided notebooks. His posture was calm. Naked, as always. His cock rested thick and soft against his thigh.

He didn't look up.

But he didn't need to.

He knew she was watching him.

Chuck stood eventually, walking to the edge of the pool. He dipped a foot in, then just sat beside it.

"Everything feels different today," he said softly.

Sophie looked over. Their eyes met.

"Yeah," she said. "It does."

A silence.

"You okay?" he asked.

She smiled, small and kind.

"I don't know yet."

The system hadn't spoken in hours.

But they all knew.

Something was coming.

Something they'd have to act through.

Pretend was just a task.

Pretend was just play.

Even though their bodies already knew the lines.

The sun dipped lower.

The chime sounded.

And the screen lit up.

Evening Task Incoming. Please proceed to the lounge.

ROLEPLAY REALITY: Verbal Fantasy + Physical Proximity.

???? EVENING | ROLEPLAY REALITY -- SYSTEM RULES DISPLAY

The lounge lights dimmed to a soft amber glow, like sunset melting across the walls.

A soft chime rang, and the central screen came to life.

A moment passed.

Then the rules began to scroll, each line glowing as it appeared--clinical, calm, and undeniably erotic.

???? ROLEPLAY REALITY -- TASK RULES

Objective: Explore intimacy through verbal fantasy and body positioning.

• Each participant will adopt one of three roles: The Girlfriend, The Boyfriend, and The Lover.

• One at a time, a sex position will be displayed on screen.

• The Girlfriend and the Lover must physically mimic the position.

• Genitals may come into contact. Penetration is not permitted. Grinding, rubbing, and pressure are allowed so long as there is no insertion.

• Participants must hold the position while improvising verbalized fantasy in character.

• The Boyfriend will observe and engage with dialogue in character as appropriate.

• Once the system detects selected key phrases from each role, the scene will conclude.

???? £500 per participant for each completed position.

"Performance earns pleasure. Honesty earns power."

The screen paused, then shifted to a second panel.

???? CHARACTER ROLES

Each role appeared with its full description, scrolling slowly--giving the room time to absorb every word.

???? Role: The Boyfriend

• Personality: Loving. Insecure. Passive.

• Description:

A devoted partner who gives everything he has--but has always suspected it isn't enough. He wants to be what she needs, but deep down, he knows something's missing. Still, he clings to hope... even as she slips further away.

• Suggested dialogue style:

Quiet. Uncertain. Needy.

"You still want me... don't you?"

"I love you. I just want you to come back to me."

???? Role: The Girlfriend

• Personality: Passionate. Torn. Starved for more.

• Description:

She's loyal... but restless. Her body has started craving what her boyfriend can't give her--strength, dominance, thrill. She loves him, but she needs more. And once she's had a taste, it's impossible to forget.

• Suggested dialogue style:

Conflicted. Breathless. Shameless.

"I'm sorry... it's just so much better with him."

"Please, just this once... let me feel him again."

???? Role: The Lover

• Personality: Dominant. Patient. Addictive.

• Description:

A man who takes what he wants--because he knows he's wanted. He doesn't need to convince her. Her moans do that for him. He isn't scared of the boyfriend. He enjoys the audience. Because he knows... she'll always come back for more.

• Suggested dialogue style:

Calm. Possessive. Decisive.

"She's wetter for me, and you both know it."

"Look at how her body reacts. She's already mine."

The screen faded to black for a moment.

Then it came alive again, this time with a single glowing line:

Sophie, please select your role.

She didn't hesitate.

"Girlfriend," she said softly.

Then the screen glowed again:

Charles, please select your role.

He froze.

His eyes flicked to the Lover description. The lines there sounded nothing like him.

He imagined trying to say those words...

Imagined stumbling, looking weak, sounding fake.

Worse: he imagined Malik actually saying them--and meaning every word.

He looked at Sophie.

Then the floor.

"I'll... take the Boyfriend role," he said.

Softly.

Defeated.

???? ROLEPLAY REALITY -- SCENE 1: Standing From Behind

Roles:

• Girlfriend: Sophie

• Boyfriend: Charles

• Lover: Malik

Position: Girlfriend bends over the couch. Lover stands behind. Genital contact permitted. No penetration. Dirty talk required. Trigger words must be spoken by each participant to complete the round.

???? Scene Start

The light dimmed warmer, thicker.

Sophie approached the couch in silence, the tension thick in her breath.

She bent slowly--palms braced on the top edge, her ass lifted, legs slightly parted.

Every curve of her was on display.

Her skin already flushed.

Her thighs--still wet from earlier.

Malik stepped up behind her.

Not a word.

He let the space close naturally.

The head of his cock brushed her folds--soft, swollen, heavy.

It dragged slowly across her lips.

Slick met heat.

Sophie trembled.

Her breath caught in her throat, eyes fluttering shut as her body registered the contact--not just size, but substance.

He wasn't hard, not yet. But even in that semi-weighted state, his cock parted her lips like it belonged there.

Like her folds had been waiting to hold something that thick, that warm, that real.

She felt her own slickness pulse outward--not just arousal, but instinct.

Her body recognized the pressure immediately.

And welcomed it.

He 's not even trying, she thought, heart hammering.

He's not inside me... but it already feels like I'm being opened.

She knew the difference.

The stretch, the length, the pure, intimidating mass of him.

He dwarfed everything she'd ever known.

And he hadn't even started moving.

She trembled.

????️ Sophie (Girlfriend)

Her voice was thin, already breathy.

"Oh my god... you're right there..."

Malik pressed closer.

His cock slid between her lips--not inside, just resting in the cradle of her heat.

"You're already so hard," she whispered. "I can feel it... every thick inch of you."

"You... you make me feel so fucking full... even when you're not inside me."

She rocked her hips once.

Just enough to feel him glide.

"I never say those things with him. Never felt them. This--this is different."

???? Malik (Lover)

His voice came low. Slow.

"Because your pussy knows the difference, and it needs this."

He dragged his cock forward just a little--her lips parting around him, slick coating his shaft.

"It's not just the size. It's the way I make you need it."

"Feel how wet you are for me, Sophie. You're soaking me, and we're not even fucking yet."

"And he's watching. You're dripping with my cock between your legs, and he's watching."

Sophie whimpered--no acting. Just reaction.

???? Charles (Boyfriend)

Charles sat stiffly on the cushion, hands clenched, jaw tight.

His cock was hard--but he didn't feel powerful.

He felt... forgotten.

He watched Sophie's lips move. Watched her shudder.

And suddenly wondered--Is this still roleplay?

Was she just saying what the system expected?

Or had those words been waiting inside her for weeks?

"I never say those things with him."

It echoed in his head.

Then he spoke.

Small. Flat.

"Sophie... are you even pretending anymore?"

She didn't answer.

She only gasped as Malik slid forward again, cock now resting fully against her pussy--tip pressing lightly to her clit, no thrust, just weight.

????️ Sophie (Girlfriend)

"I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry he's hearing this."

"But I need you, Malik. Right now. I need your cock against me... just like this..."

She moaned.

"He never makes me moan like this. Not from just touching..."

System Chime: "Trigger phrases detected. Round complete."

The screen flashed softly, listing the key phrases:

✅ VERBAL CONFIRMATIONS DETECTED:

• "Every thick inch of you."

• "He doesn't make me feel like this or No one has ever made me feel like this."

• "I need your cock or I need you."

• "Your pussy needs more or Your pussy wants this."

• "You make me so wet or I am soaked."

• "Are you still acting/roleplaying or Are you even pretending anymore?"

Malik stayed where he was.

His cock pressed fully between her soaked lips.

Hard. Warm. Leaking.

Sophie's breathing was ragged.

Her thighs trembled.

And Charles?

He was still wondering if he'd just watched his girlfriend stop pretending.

???? ROLEPLAY REALITY -- SCENE 2: Kneeling Worship

Roles:

• Girlfriend: Sophie

• Boyfriend: Charles

• Lover: Malik

Position: The Girlfriend kneels nude before the Lover. No physical touch with the genitals. Proximity is required--mouth close to groin. The Boyfriend kneels beside her. Dialogue must continue until trigger phrases are detected. No penetration permitted.

???? Scene Start

Malik stood tall in the center of the lounge. The lights were low and golden, casting long shadows across his chest, his thighs, and the enormous cock that hung between them--half-hard, swaying, impossibly thick.

Sophie sank slowly onto her knees before him, the soft mat cushioning her legs as her eyes rose up the length of Malik's body--until they stopped.

Her breath caught.

There it was.

She'd seen it before... glimpses, hints.

But now, up close? At eye level?

It was something else entirely.

Malik's cock hung thick and dark between his thighs, not even fully hard, and yet already longer, fuller, heavier than anything she'd ever seen in real life.

It rested in a gentle curve, soft but alive, the weight of it making it swing slightly as he shifted. The skin gleamed with natural heat, a single bead of clear pre-cum glistening at the tip, catching the warm lounge light like a polished jewel.

Her mouth fell open slightly--not from shock, but from sheer, stunned awe.

He 's not even hard...

And already?

Nearly three times the size of Charles at full erection.

That quiet, private fact hit her somewhere deep in the gut.

It made her thighs tense.

Her clit throbbed.

She stared at the thick shaft, at the heavy, full testicles swaying below, each the size of a clenched fist, hanging low and proud between his powerful legs. The subtle veins along the shaft pulsed gently with his calm heartbeat.

She leaned in just slightly.

Not to touch. Not yet.

But to feel--his scent, his heat, his presence.

Her breath brushed along the underside.

And his cock twitched.

Just once.

But she felt it.

And her body answered before she could think.

How could that even fit inside me?

The thought was insane.

And intoxicating.

Charles was called forward.

He hesitated.

Then knelt beside her.

His eyes were wide.

He could see everything.

And yet all he really saw, was the lust in Sophie's eyes.

????️ Sophie (Girlfriend)

Her voice was almost reverent.

"Look at him..."

"You're so big. Even soft, you're so much bigger than he's ever been."

She leaned closer.

Her breath hit his thigh.

She could see his balls now--full, low, heavy.

"God, I can smell how ready you are for me."

"I want to kiss your thighs. Your balls. Your Cock. Lick you... just once. Please."

She didn't touch.

But her mouth hovered--close enough that her breath warmed his skin.

"I've never wanted anything like this before..."

???? Malik (Lover)

Malik didn't move.

His voice was slow. Deep.

"You don't have to pretend anymore, Sophie."

"Your mouth is where it belongs."

"Say it. Tell him why you're on your knees for another man."

???? Charles (Boyfriend)

Charles glanced at her.

At Malik.

At the sheer massive size of him.

At the way Sophie's nipples had tightened again.

"You said it was just acting," he said softly.

"But you look like you're worshipping him."

"You've never looked at me like that."

He tried to smile.

Tried to breathe.

"Do you even remember I'm here?"

????️ Sophie (Girlfriend)

She didn't look at Charles.

Not right away.

Her eyes stayed on Malik's cock.

"I remember."

"But this is what I need. This size. This... power."

She leaned closer--so close her lips nearly brushed his balls.

"If I flicked out my tongue, I could taste you."

"I want to."

"I'm soaking just kneeling here."

Malik didn't touch her.

Didn't push forward.

He didn't have to.

His cock twitched, fully hard now--a thick, veined pillar rising in front of her mouth.

And Charles?

He turned his head away...

But his cock was still hard.

And he hated that.

System Chime: "Trigger phrases detected. Round complete."

The screen glowed:

✅ VERBAL CONFIRMATIONS DETECTED:

• "You're where you belong."

• "I've never wanted anything like this before."

• "This is what I need."

• "I want to kiss, lick, taste you..."

• "Do you even remember I'm here?"

• "So much bigger than you..."

Sophie didn't rise.

She stayed kneeling.

Malik looked down at her, breathing steady.

And Charles?

Still beside her.

But now?

He was so much lower.

???? ROLEPLAY REALITY -- SCENE 3: Face-to-Face Straddle

Roles:

• Girlfriend: Sophie

• Boyfriend: Charles

• Lover: Malik

Position: The Girlfriend straddles the Lover 's lap, face to face. Full frontal contact permitted. Genitals may touch. No penetration. Dialogue required from all participants. The Boyfriend observes from close proximity.

???? Scene Start

The lounge was thick with tension.

The mats shifted as Malik leaned back against the large cushion in the center of the room.

His legs stretched in front of him, relaxed--exposing the full, massive weight of his cock, resting thick and dark between his thighs. Already half-hard. Already waiting.

Sophie approached him.

She didn't ask permission.

Didn't look to Charles.

Didn't even glance at the screen.

She just... climbed into his lap.

Slow. Quiet. Sure.

Her knees spread to either side of Malik's hips, legs opening around him with a kind of aching reverence.

She hovered for a second--suspended above him like a confession not yet spoken.

Then she lowered herself.

Slowly.

Her thighs brushed his.

Her breath hitched.

And then--contact.

Her bare, slick folds met the full length of his cock, lying thick and flushed between his legs.

She moaned.

Not for him.

Not for Charles.

Not for the cameras.

Just because her body couldn't stay quiet anymore.

The texture of him--veined, hot, impossibly thick--pressed right against her most sensitive skin.

His cock nestled into the soft, soaked cradle of her slit, and her clit landed directly against the ridge of his shaft.

God... it 's like I'm already stretching, already filled... and he hasn't even moved.

The weight of him beneath her was shocking.

And yet her hips didn't flinch.

They settled.

As though they belonged there.

As though this had always been the shape she was missing.

Her breath came hot and shallow against his neck.

And her nipples ached from the tension curling lower and lower.

She was no longer pretending.

???? The Contact

Malik didn't move.

His cock was cradled between her lips, thick and heavy, lying right across her entrance.

Her clit brushed his shaft--just the right angle.

And she gasped again.

Her hands came to rest on his shoulders.

She didn't speak yet.

She started to move.

A slow, rolling grind of her hips--dragging herself along his cock, back and forth, just enough to smear herself across him.

She spread her slickness down his shaft with every motion.

Her head tilted back.

"F-fuck..."

???? Malik (Lover)

His hands found her hips.

Then, slowly... slid down.

He cupped her ass.

Fingers spread, palms full of soft, perfect curve.

And then--he helped.

Gently. Confidently.

He rocked her against him--guiding the rhythm.

Not hard.

Not fast.

Just enough to make her body tremble.

"Look how your pussy fits me, Sophie."

"This is where you belong. Riding what your boyfriend can't give you."

"Say it."

????️ Sophie (Girlfriend)

She opened her eyes. Looked at Malik.

Then at Charles.

"He's not inside me..."

"But it feels like he is."

"I can feel every ridge of him. I'm soaking him."

She leaned forward--their foreheads almost touching.

"This is what I think about when I'm with you, Charles."

"Not you. Him."

She rolled her hips again. Slow. Wet. Wicked.

"He's so fucking big..."

???? Charles (Boyfriend)

Charles couldn't hide it anymore.

His cock was hard.

His hands clenched at his sides.

"You're... you're moaning for him," he said softly.

"You never sound like that with me..."

"God, Sophie... you love it."

His voice cracked.

"You love what he's doing to you."

???? Malik (Lover)

"She's doing it to herself, man."

"I'm just helping."

His hands squeezed her ass once--grinding her slick folds against his cock with slow pressure.

Sophie let out a broken moan.

Her thighs were trembling.

"Say it, Sophie," Malik murmured.

"Tell him who's making you feel this."

"You are," she whispered.

"You are, Malik. You are."

System Chime: "Trigger phrases detected. Round complete."

The screen glowed:

✅ VERBAL CONFIRMATIONS DETECTED:

• "Feels like he's inside me or He's stretching my pussy."

• "I'm soaking him or My pussy is so wet for him."

• "This is what I think about and dream about or This is what I think about when I'm with you."

• "You love what he's doing to you or You love his big cock."

• "She's doing it to herself or She wants this."

• "Who's the only one that can make you feel like this or Who makes you feel like this?."

• "You are, Malik or You're the only one."

But even as the system marked the round complete...

Sophie didn't stop moving.

Her clit was pulsing.

Malik's cock was slick with her need.

She knew the rule.

She knew if she shifted just an inch--

He'd be inside her.

She didn't shift.

But she wanted to.

And Charles?

He watched.

And wondered what was left for him now.

???? ROLEPLAY REALITY - TASK ENDING

The chime sounded again, softer this time. Like the system knew it was interrupting something intimate.

"Final position complete. All roles fulfilled. Task concluded."

Total earned this session:

- Sophie: £1,500

- Charles: £1,500

- Malik: £1,500

Well done."

But Sophie didn't move.

She stayed straddling Malik, her knees soft on the mat, his cock nestled thick and gleaming between her folds.

Her body still trembled--less grinding now, but not from lack of want. From exhaustion. From overstimulation.

Her eyes were still locked on his.

She looked... worshipful.

Or broken.

Or both.

Malik's hands rested on her waist now. Gentle. Not holding her down.

She finally inhaled.

"I need a moment."

Her voice was tight.

She slowly lifted herself off his lap.

And as she did--

A strand of her slickness stretched from the tip of Malik's cock to the dripping lips of her pussy.

Long. Wet. Glimmering in the low light.

Charles saw it.

He stared.

Malik exhaled, but didn't gloat.

Sophie didn't turn back.

She walked--barefoot, trembling, still leaking--toward the bedroom.

????️ BEDROOM

The door didn't close all the way. Just clicked lightly.

Then...

The sounds started.

At first, soft.

Familiar.

Sheets shifting.

Breath catching.

Then--

A whimper.

Then a moan.

Long. Guttural.

Not acted.

Sophie's hand was between her legs.

Her fingers moved fast.

Her thighs slick and parted, head thrown back.

She was still wet from Malik.

Still swollen from riding him.

And now?

She let herself break.

"F-fuck..."

"Malik--oh god--"

????️ LOUNGE - Malik & Charles

Charles was still kneeling.

He hadn't moved.

His hands trembled. His cock still ached.

"She..." he said, barely audible. "She never--never sounded like that with me..."

Malik sat beside him now.

Still nude. Still calm.

He didn't smile.

He didn't look smug.

He just said:

"It was a task. A roleplay. Words on a screen."

"It wasn't real."

But even as he said it--

Even as he tried to offer some comfort--

Sophie screamed.

It was sharp. Full. Wet. Raw.

The sound of a woman finishing something that never should've started.

And both men sat there.

Listening.

One in denial.

The other?

Already knowing this game wasn't just a game anymore.

End of Part 1.