Adeline stood just a few feet away, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her tight academy jacket. The fabric strained dangerously over her chest with every shallow breath she took.
"I... I just really missed you, Lucien," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and sothing she couldn’t quite na. "Seeing you lying there so still... I felt like my world was ending."
Lucien didn’t answer imdiately. He watched her, his mind reeling as the System’s data humd in the back of his consciousness.
He needed to know what he was dealing with. "Adeline," he said, his voice dropping to a smooth, low register. "What’s your current rank? I’ve been out of it for so long, I’ve forgotten where everyone stands."
Adeline blinked, surprised by the question. "Oh! I’ve been working hard while you were asleep. I’m a Transcendent Priestess now, at the Peak Stage. The teachers say I might even hit the Arch rank by next year."
A Transcendent Priestess. Peak stage. The power radiating off her was palpable, a golden warmth that felt like a battery waiting to be drained.
Lucien took a slow step toward her, closing the gap until he could sll the sweet, floral scent of her skin.
"A Peak Transcendent Priestess," he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers. "You’ve been training hard like you said." He smirked mischievously.
She had always had this crush for him since after his father married her mother, he handsoness wassup to attractive to ignore, but he never saw her like that, with the way he was doing now made her feelings to even grow more.
"And is that the only reason you ca in here? To help dress and tell how much u miss ?" His slender fingers trailed her neck that sent shivers to her core.
Adeline breath hitched. She looked up at him, her face flushing a deep, dusty rose. "I... yes. I an, we have to go, Lucien. Mom is waiting and—"
"Is she?" Lucien didn’t let her finish. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her wrist. *Activate skills*
*Skill Activated: Silken Touch*
*Skill Activated: Incubus Gaze*
The mont his skin t hers, Lucien felt a jolt of dark energy leap from his fingertips. It wasn’t a spark, it was a flood.
His touch felt like liquid fire moving under her skin, dissolving her resolve in an instant.
He leaned in, his eyes turning a deep, predatory shade of greenish blue while his red eyes, his irises and pupil turning pitch red his sclera black, that seed to swallow the light in the room.
Adeline didn’t pull away. In fact, she leaned into him. Her pupils dilated until her hazel eyes were almost entirely black.
Adeline was gone, in her place was a girl whose knees were turning to water. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt an unnatural, heavy dampness pool between her thighs.
The world outside, the academy, the exam, their mother, simply ceased to exist, she only thought about his existence and his effect to her mind.
"Lucien..." she gasped, her hands trembling as they rose to rest on his bare chest. "What... what are you doing to ?"
"I’m asking you a question, Adeline," he whispered, his lips inches from hers. "What do you want to do to you?"
She didn’t hesitate. The internal barriers she’d built up for years as his "sister" crumbled like ash. "I want you," she choked out, her voice thick with a primal need. "I want you to fuck ... fuck my entire body."
Lucien’s inner monologue let out a dark, triumphant roar. *It actually works. This damn system is the real deal.*
He could already imagine the look on their mother’s face when he applied this sa gaze to her the woman who carried that sa incredible lineage, that sa heavy bust as her daughter.
But for now, he had a mission to complete.
He crushed his lips against hers. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was an explosion of dark intensity.
It was a feverish, desperate clash of lips and tongues, a frantic exchange of breath that tasted of salt and sudden, wild desire.
Adeline let out a muffled whimper into his mouth as she enjoyed the passionate kiss he was offering, her hands moving with a frantic energy as she reached for his waist.
She fumbled with his belt, her fingers clumsy in her desperation to get to him, while Lucien’s large hands found their mark.
He gripped her big breasts, bigger than his hand could grip, feeling the staggering weight of them, the sheer scale of her curves as they spilled out of her buttoned uniform which was now unbottened because of the largeness of her breast.
He continued pressing it with his good professional talent releasing moans from her mouth while he sucked her lips.
He broke the kiss with a string of saliva in-between their lips, he removed her bra and moved his lips to her nipples which he sucked and nipped on with his other hand enjoying the other breast.
She moaned with delight, her hand rubbing his thick shaft through his boxers that wanted to tear from the enlargent, after he was done with her breast, he took her to his bed, removed her skirt and savored her inner walls with his tongue.
"Ahhhhh!" Jolts of electricity stroke her body as she arched her back continuously yielding to his pleasurable offering till she orgasd in his mouth.
He removed his boxers with his cock springing free from the fabric, "Ready?" He questioned softly and she nodded and then he inserted inside her tight hole.
He broke through her hyn claiming her as she scread, with little blood trailing down from her core.
"Too big!" She grabbed a pillow to cover her mouth to suppress the loudness of her moans.
He slowly moved on and out so he could adapt to his size and when she started feeling pleasure which didn’t go unnoticed by him, he started pounding into her with reckless abandon.
He groaned turned ragged as he held her waist staring at her pretty reddened face, his pole widening her inner walls to contain the oversized that pounded in and out of her.
The next few minutes were a blur of heat and friction. They tumbled onto the rumpled sheets of the cot, the bed stand groaning under their weight.
Lucien moved with a rhythmic, ruthless intensity he’d never known in his past life.
He wasn’t the "reserved" Cole anymore, he was now blessed by a system that gave him freedom to fuck as he wanted.
Every thrust felt like he was pulling sothing out of her, a golden thread of energy that began to flow into him, filling his mana core.
With the system he lasted longer so it took a few minutes for him to reach climax and her was every minute.
They lay there afterward, tangled in the sheets, their skin slick with sweat and their lungs burning as they fought for air, their eyes back to normal.
Lucien felt incredible, powerful, recharged, and hungry for more.
Suddenly, a sharp, clear voice cut through the heavy silence of the room from the hallway.
"Adeline? Lucien? Are you two ready to depart? The carriage is waiting!"
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