*Blink. Blink.*
"Hmm...?"
Leon’s eyes cracked open slowly. The world around him was still — a vast, quiet mountain base stretching endlessly into the pale mist. And standing right before him, with that infuriatingly calm smile plastered across his face, was the White Fox.
"Well..." the Fox tilted his head, amber eyes gleaming with sothing between amusent and curiosity. "eting you face to face is sothing, isn’t it?"
"White Fox." Leon’s voice ca out low and flat as he pushed himself to his feet, brushing nothing off his sleeves out of habit.
"...What do I owe the pleasure? You’re interrupting what could’ve been a perfectly good dream. Naked girls with big boobs don’t visit on their own, you know."
White Fox let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You’re one lust-filled kid. But hey —" he shrugged lightly, "— everyone needs sothing to fuel them. Anger. Pride. Lust. Gluttony. The list goes on." His smile softened just a touch.
"So... how are you? I hope everything is alright out-"
"You’re bending your words." Leon’s expression didn’t shift. "Co to the point or I am going out."
The Fox’s smile didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened.
"You perford the technique one thousand tis in a matter of hours." He let that hang in the air for a mont.
"Do you understand what that ans?"
Leon blinked once. "...Are you telling to keep practicing more because-"
"No, no, no." White Fox waved a hand dismissively, though the glint in his eye told a different story. "I was simply... surprised. Impressed, even. The last person to master that stance," he paused,
"Do you know how long it took him to repeat it a thousand tis ?"
"A month ?" Leon replied with a neutral expression.
"Three years." White Fox said it simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "No one could perform it more than twice a day. The stamina drain alone was enough to cripple most young n when their form slipped even slightly. Breaking bones... So even got their hand completely crippled while practicing it."
’Well, that wouldn’t be a problem for .’
Leon held his expression neutral as the thought crossed his mind.
’Since my mana gets converted into stamina and I have infinite mana... Stamina is no problem for and I have also broken many bones while practicing it but pain’s recovery has healed almost imdiately.’
White Fox’s gaze sharpened, his ancient eyes narrowing just a fraction as they studied him.
"When I first laid eyes on you... I sensed sothing was off. Sothing out of place." He clasped his hands behind his back, voice dropping to sothing almost thoughtful. "But now I’m certain. You’re not from this realm, are you?"
Silence.
Leon t his gaze with nothing but a faint, mocking curl at the corner of his lips.
White Fox sighed, not in defeat, but in patience. "Very well. I can’t force the answer out of you." His smile returned, slow and dangerous. "But I will have my answers eventually. Because when you fail the deal... I’ll take over your body. Your mind. Every mory you’ve ever buried."
"Then I suppose," Leon replied, the smile never leaving his face, "we’ll just have to wait and see."
The mist thickened. Darkness crept in from the edges of his vision like curtains being slowly drawn shut.
And then — nothing.
---
"...on."
"...Leon?"
"...Master?"
*Blink. Blink.*
The first thing he saw were eyes — two pairs of them, watching him with quiet deanor.
Selene. And Elis.
Leon blinked the last of the dreamscape from his mind and straightened, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders. "What—" He looked at Selene first, then at Elis."Selene, what are you doing up here?"
He shifted his gaze. "Elis. How long was I out?"
"Approximately two hours, Master." Elis replied, her posture neat and composed as always.
"Mm." Leon processed that. "Are you full ? All your mana restored ?"
"Yes, Master. Completely."
"Good. You can leave now." He commanded.
"Yes, Master."
Elis disappeared without a sound, like smoke swallowed by the wind.
*Swish*
Leon turned back toward Selene, mouth already opening. "Now then, let’s talk about what you—"
He never finished the sentence.
Selene moved first.
Her lips crashed into his — firm, desperate, hungry — like she’d been holding herself back for far too long and had simply run out of reasons to keep waiting. Leon felt the heat of her lips imdiately, felt the lust radiating off her skin like a slow-burning fla.
She kissed him like she needed it.
Her lips worked against his with an almost shaless urgency, sucking at his lower lip — pulling, tasting, demanding. A breathless little moan slipped from her throat when his teeth grazed the soft flesh of her lip in return.
"Mnhhhh~"
*Chuu—*
Neither of them pulled back.
They stayed locked together, lips moving in a desperate, greedy rhythm — the kind that forgot about breathing, forgot about everything outside of the warmth between their lips.
One minute later...
When they finally broke apart, Selene’s chest was heaving as a thread of saliva still connected their lips.
"Haa—"
The breath that left her was shaky and warm. Her lips had swollen beautifully — flushed a deep, aching red from the friction, glistening and parted like she was already begging for more without saying a word.
Leon’s gaze dropped — slowly, deliberately.
Her bodice was doing its best to hold her boobs together, but it was fighting a losing battle. The thin fabric clung to her chest, two dark, wet patches blooming at the tips of her nipples.
Her nipples strained visibly against the cloth, stiff and aching. The milk had begun to leak on its own — a quiet testant to just how deeply her body had already surrendered to the heat pooling low in her belly.
"Leo..." She spoke in a low and very seductive voice as she grabbed her bodice and pulled it with full power.
*Riiiiiipppp*
*Boing-Boing*
Her bodice imdiately ripped apart. As soon as she did her sweet, thick and juicy boobs bounced out milk drops falling everywhere.
"... Please, I can’t hold it anymore."
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