Harem app-Chapter 222: Amelia wants to be his submissive wife.

Third person POV

Following Helena’s plan, Liam went to where Amelia began working, taking care of the kids. Since his departure, things had settled in a way better, and she was very happy with her new job.

At that moment, Amelia sat cross-legged on the rug, surrounded by little ones who had stubbornly refused to nap after the chaos of the day. Instead, she had surrendered to their wide eyes and restless energy, gathering them around her in a makeshift circle.

With her sleeves rolled up and her hair slightly undone from fatigue, she held up her hands and whispered a few soft words.

Then, one boy tripped and almost burst into tears, but Amelia was there in a second, pulling him gently into her lap. "Shh, it’s okay. You’re braver than you think," she whispered, smoothing his hair with a smile that seemed to melt his fears away.

It was exhausting working with kids, but she had a happy smile all along doing what she loved.

The door creaked open.

Liam leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching quietly. His lips curved into a faint smile at the sight of Amelia surrounded by laughing children, her glow softer than he’d ever seen it.

She noticed him almost immediately. Her eyes lit up, and all the tiredness disappeared from her body.

"Liam!"

Carefully setting the boy back onto his feet, she rose and crossed the room in a rush of excitement. Before he could even speak, Amelia threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

She pressed her big boobs against his body, showing all of her absolute love for Liam. She was so happy to have him back.

Then he was reminded of the app least mission. He had already gotten the woman a marriage ring.

Now, she needed to decide what type of wife he wanted her to be. As the app said, she would follow religiously anything she asked her.

"I have a present for you," Liam commented softly.

Liam’s hand slipped into his pocket, and when he pulled it back out, a small velvet box rested in his palm.

He opened it carefully, revealing the ring he had chosen for her. The delicate band glimmered softly in the lamplight, simple but elegant, just like Amelia’s quiet beauty.

Her breath caught, and her eyes widened, shimmering with tears she didn’t try to hide. "Liam..." she whispered, almost afraid her voice would break the moment.

He took her hand gently, sliding the ring onto her finger.

It fit perfectly, of course, it did; Helena had prepared everything perfectly.

Amelia stared at it for a second, her lips trembling, before her gaze returned to him. The children’s giggles had quieted into curious silence, but she didn’t care who was watching.

Overwhelmed, Amelia’s knees buckled, and she lowered herself before him. She pressed her hands against his chest, her forehead leaning close to his heart, as if trying to memorize its steady rhythm.

"I... I can’t believe this is real," she whispered, voice thick with joy. Her whole body shivered from the sheer intensity of her happiness. Her tears wet his shirt, her ring glittering as her fingers clung to him with desperate devotion.

When she finally lifted her face, her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes burned with desire and absolute love. She kissed him again, this time slower, deeper, pressing her soft curves firmly against his body.

Then her eyes became completely taken by passion, and she got on her knees.

"I’ll be whatever you want me to be."

Her breathing quickened, her body trembling as though she couldn’t contain the rush of joy and longing any longer. On her knees before him, Amelia’s heart belonged completely, entirely, to him.

Liam looked down at her, his expression a mask of calm authority. He ran his fingers through her hair, not as a caress, but to establish a firm grip.

"What I want..." he began, his voice low so only she could hear, "...is a wife who knows her place. "I want a wife who is a perfect, modest saint in public, and who takes special care of my kids. It doesn’t matter which woman I impregnate, you will help take care of the kids as if they were your own."

Liam just said something he thought Amelia would like to hear. He wouldn’t want to change her personality because of the app’s powers.

"Yes, I will do as you ask," she said, then a perverted smile played on her lips. "But don’t you want anything else? Do you want more pleasure?"

"Well..." Liam smiled widely. "Of course, you will keep yourself bare and smooth for me at all times. Your body is mine to use, whenever and however I please. You will go about your day with the kids at the park or the library, but underneath your clothes, you’ll be wearing a remote-controlled toy inside you, and your nipples will be clamped."

Amelia’s pussy began getting wet, her whole body extremely hot as she heard her man’s words. She was loving all of it.

"I’ll control it from my phone, making you gasp and clench your thighs while you push a swing. You’ll have to struggle to keep your composure, knowing a single press of a button from me could make you cum right there on the playground. You’ll be my slut."

Amelia listened to each depraved word, her body reacting to each one. A fresh wave of warmth flooded her core at his words, a wetness that betrayed her utter acceptance. Her eyes never left his, taken by pleasure.

When he finished, she let out a soft, shuddering sigh of pure relief. A beautiful, blissful smile spread across her tear-streaked face.

"Yes, Liam... my love, my master... yes," she whispered, her voice husky and fervent. "Thank you for telling me my purpose. Thank you for choosing me to be yours in this way."

She nuzzled her face against the front of his pants, inhaling his scent with deep reverence. Her voice was a fervent pledge, dripping with devotion.

"I’m all yours in any way you want..."

She pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss against the growing bulge in his pants in a submissive act.