You hadn’t smiled this wide in weeks.

Towering crates had arrived earlier that morning, each one carefully marked with the crest of your old island. Inside? Everything you loved. Your clothes. Your games. Your posters. Even that limited-edition collectible statue you thought had been lost in the move.

Amazon Lily had finally started to feel like home.

You’d just finished plugging in your console when—

“Beloved…”

You turned around.

Boa stood in the doorway to the shared living space, your oversized T-shirt hanging low enough to be dangerous but not quite low enough to be safe. Your socks stretched over her toned, silky calves, clinging like they were tailored just for her legs. Her long black hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her cheeks were flushed with a heat that wasn’t from the sun.

In her arms?

A book. A thick one. The title in bold: “Very Lewd Mating Positions for a Good Wife”

She didn’t blink. Didn’t stutter. Just walked in slowly, each step a test of your sanity.

“I was thinking,” she said gently, “since your things are here, it truly feels official now. We’re building a nest, aren’t we?”

You stared at her blankly, controller still in hand, your new wall scroll halfway unrolled in the background.

“...This woman is dangerous,” your brain whispered.

She sat cross-legged across from you, flipping open the book like it was sacred scripture. “This one…” she pointed to a particularly ambitious page, “says it guarantees strong hips and better conception rates. I even stretched earlier. Twice.”

Your entire body locked up.

“Also,” she added softly, lifting the front of your shirt with innocent cruelty, “I’ve gone without undergarments… to prepare.”

You turned away. “Please stop showing the breeding zone,” you almost said aloud.

Boa inched closer, placing the book on your lap now. “I even wore your scent,” she whispered, tugging at the hem of the socks and rubbing her calves together like she knew exactly what she was doing.

She leaned forward, lips brushing your ear. “Mate with me now.”

The console chimed behind you. A loading screen. A promise of peace. The controller trembled in your hand. Your poster flapped gently from the wall.

“I can still escape this,” you thought.

You cleared your throat and forced a casual smile. “Boa… you’re perfect. But if you really want to become a good wife... then maybe today we work on patience. Self-control. Delayed gratification.”

She paused. Eyes narrowed.

“…Delayed gratification?” she repeated.

You nodded, setting the book down gently beside her. “I’ll give you twenty minutes. If you can go that long without lifting the shirt again…”

She leaned back, lips in a tiny pout, but her eyes… they sparkled. “...Then I get two pages tomorrow.”