She looked at for a long mont, then shifted her gaze away.
"Because I’m scared," she whispered. "And I hate being scared. Hate it more than anything." Her hands clutched her knees, fingers digging into the fabric. "When that alpha charged today? For a second I thought it was going to ignore everyone and go straight for . Because I was the weakest. The one who couldn’t fight back."
"It went for instead."
"I know. Which is worse sohow." She laughed without any humor. "The fat lottery kid with E-rank stats stood his ground better than I did."
"D-rank now actually. Strength broke through."
"Congratulations. You’re less pathetic than Wednesday." She shook her head. "Sorry. That was an."
"It’s fine. I’ve heard worse."
"I’m sure you have." She looked back at , her amber eyes serious. "But my point stands. I need to be stronger. Need to stop being the person everyone protects. And you can give that. So here I am."
I nodded slowly, considering her words. "And the extraction doesn’t bother you?"
"Oh it bothers ." Her mouth curved slightly. "Having soone drink milk from my body while I orgasm three tis? Yeah. That’s not exactly normal Friday night plans."
"Saturday technically. It’s past midnight."
"Don’t be pedantic."
"Can’t help it. It’s a gift."
This ti she smiled. Small but genuine.
"You’re ridiculous."
"I try." I stood and walked to the window, staring out at the darkness. "But I need you to understand sothing. The extraction works better when you’re actually into it. When your body responds because it wants to. Not just because Euphoric Feedback forces the signals."
"Romantic."
"Practical." I turned to face her. "Which ans if we do this, I’m going to take my ti. Make sure you’re actually ready. Not rush through it like I did Wednesday."
Belle stood and walked over, stopping close enough that her floral shampoo scent filled my nostrils. The subtle sweetness lingered between us.
"You feel guilty."
"Yeah."
"Good." Her amber eyes locked with mine, unflinching. "You should. You promised full transparency and then got distracted by how good I tasted."
My face flushed hot. "You rember that?"
"Monroe. You told I tasted better than Naomi. While your mouth was literally on ." Her cheeks reddened but she maintained eye contact. "So yes. I rember."
"Right. That happened."
"It did." She placed her palm flat against my shirt. "And I rember liking it. Even though I was angry. Even though you broke your promise." Her hand slowly traveled down to my stomach, her touch light but deliberate. "My body liked what you did. How you touched . The sounds you made."
My pulse quickened, blood rushing through my veins.
"Belle—"
"So if we’re doing this properly?" Her fingers paused at the waistband of my shorts. "Then I need to know sothing first."
"What?"
"Do you actually want ? Or am I just convenient essence?"
The question hung in the air between us, heavy with implications.
I could lie. Should probably lie. Make everything easier.
But I’d already lied enough.
"Both," I admitted.
She blinked, surprised. "Both?"
"Yeah. You’re Bronze-tier essence I need to survive. That’s true." I covered her hand with mine. "But I also think you’re gorgeous. Think you’re the smartest person in our squad. Think the way you calculate value while pretending not to care is fascinating as hell."
Her breathing quickened, becoming shallow.
"And Wednesday night when I drank from you?" I leaned closer, my voice dropping lower. "I ant what I said. You tasted incredible. Better than I expected. Made want more even after the extraction finished."
"So I’m not just a resource."
"No. You’re a person I want. Who also happens to provide sothing I need." I placed my other hand on her waist, feeling her warmth through the fabric. "Is that honest enough?"
She nodded once, a decisive motion.
Then she kissed .
Hard and fast, like she’d been contemplating this for days and finally surrendered to impulse.
Her lips were warm against mine, tasting of mint toothpaste with an underlying sweetness I couldn’t na.
I kissed back, deliberately slowing the pace, letting her take control.
She pulled away after several seconds, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"I believe you." She stepped back and started pulling off her hoodie. "So let’s do this right."
The hoodie dropped to the floor with a soft thud.
Underneath, she wore only a black sports bra. Her skin glowed in the dim light, smooth and inviting.
My brain struggled to form coherent thoughts as I stared.
Belle glanced down at herself, then back at .
"You’re staring."
"You’re topless."
"Observant." She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her joggers. "Are you going to activate the Sanctum or do I have to strip completely out here where your roommate might walk in?"
Right. The Sanctum.
I accessed the system interface.
◆ PRIVATE SANCTUM ◆
Activation Cost: 50 MP
Duration: 30 minutes
Cooldown: Resets at midnight
I confird the activation.
Reality twisted and distorted around us.
The bedroom dissolved into nothingness.
We materialized in the luxury suite. Cream-colored walls surrounded us. A massive bed dominated the center of the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed an impossible cityscape twinkling with countless lights.
Belle spun around slowly, her expression filled with wonder.
"It’s real."
"Yeah."
"You can just make pocket dinsions."
"Apparently."
"That’s..." She approached the window, pressing her fingertips against the cool glass. "Insane. Completely insane."
"Welco to my life."
She turned to face where I stood beside the bed.
"So we have thirty minutes."
"Give or take."
"And you need to finish inside for the buff to activate."
"That’s the requirent, yeah."
She nodded thoughtfully, then reached for her joggers again.
This ti she pulled them down completely, revealing black lace panties underneath. The sa ones from Wednesday.
She stepped out of the pants and stood before in just her underwear and sports bra.
Her body was magnificent. 38DD breasts straining against the fabric. Curves that made her uniform a walking violation. Long, shapely legs. Soft stomach with subtle definition. The kind of figure that most n only dread of touching.
And now she watched expectantly, waiting for to make a move.
So I crossed the room to her.
Stopped directly in front of her.
Placed my hands on her waist, feeling her skin warm under my palms.
"You’re sure?"
"Monroe. I’m standing in your sex dinsion wearing lingerie. Yes. I’m sure."
"Just checking."
"Check faster."
I pulled her against and kissed her again.
She responded imdiately, her hands gripping my shoulders. Her lips parted invitingly.
Her tongue slid against mine, exploratory and eager.
Heat surged through my body, pooling in my groin.
I guided her backward toward the bed, our lips still connected, bodies pressed together.
When her legs hit the mattress, she sat down and looked up at , her expression a mixture of desire and vulnerability.
"The sports bra stays on until you’re actually ready to drink."
"Fair."
"And you go slow this ti."
"I will."
"Promise?"
"Yeah." I knelt between her legs, placing my hands gently on her knees. "I promise."
She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes never leaving mine.
I activated Euphoric Feedback.
Level three. Just enough to create warmth. Comfort. A gentle introduction.
Her eyes fluttered closed montarily as the sensation washed through her.
"Oh. That’s..."
"Good?"
"Really good." She bit her lower lip, a gesture that sent another jolt of desire through . "You can go higher."
I increased to level four, watching her reaction carefully.
She gasped softly, her thighs parting slightly as her body responded to the invisible pleasure.
"Monroe."
"Yeah?"
"Touch ."
So I did.
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