Chapter 608 – I Said No Touching
She leaned forward again.
Her lips hovered near his.
"I said no touching," she whispered.
He smirked. "Then why are you touching ?"
She bit his lower lip gently.
And pulled back.
Tease.
Absolute nace.
Lux groaned. "You’re enjoying this."
"Oh yes," she said. "Very much."
She turned back to her needles like nothing happened.
Lux laid there.
Tied.
Hard.
Breathing.
Healing.
It should’ve been a good thing. A productive thing, even. A week of forced rest, multiple wellness interventions, herbal this and mana that. Enough tea to fill an entire royal treasury’s worth of pottery. Rava’s broths, Lullaby’s dream-silk formations, Ely’s healing crystals. Mira’s needles.
All part of Operation "Do Not Let Lux Self Destruct Like an Overleveraged Market During a Recession."
And yet...
The problem was...
He was horny.
Like, very horny.
[System Notification]
[Incubus Trait Detected: Libido Surge – High]
[Warning: Suppression May Cause Nervous Regression]
[Suggested Action: Indulge Sensual Need or Reroute Mana Manually]
[Your Cock Is Currently At Full Market Value]
Lux groaned.
He didn’t an to. It just slipped out. Right between a breath and a suppressed moan. His cock twitched again. The ropes across his arms creaked. His toes curled slightly under the sheets.
Mira, perched elegantly beside him with her acupuncture set, didn’t move at first. But her hand paused in the air.
Lux cracked an eye open.
"I’m just saying," he said lightly, "sex could technically count as therapy."
Mira said nothing.
"I’m half Lust," Lux continued, "which makes this a mana issue. Not a personal one. Strictly dical."
She didn’t even look at him.
Yet.
"I’m not joking, Mira. I’m hard. And uncomfortable. And every ti I try to breathe, the system reminds I’m backed up with unspent affection credits."
Still silence.
Lux squinted. "You’re ignoring ."
"I am," she said, voice neutral.
He smirked. "So you do hear ."
She reached for the next needle.
Lux flinched. "You’re gonna stab again just to shut up, aren’t you."
Mira inhaled through her nose and exhaled slowly, like soone trying not to commit a murder. Her eyes flicked down.
Once.
To Lux’s hard cock.
Lux didn’t miss it.
His grin widened.
"You looked."
"I was checking for inflammation."
"It’s definitely inflad."
She threw him a sharp glare.
Lux just smiled at her, smug, stretched out like a tied up finance model in a very unethical campaign for sensual investnts.
"You miss too, don’t you?"
"I saw you yesterday."
"Not like this," he said softly.
Mira’s hand paused again. Her gaze lingered.
He was flushed. Skin warm. Slight sheen of sweat on his chest from the soup. The gold needles shimred across his body like little spikes of fragile control, and his eyes... damn him, were so earnest beneath all that sin.
"Mira..." he said, quieter now. "Please. I know I joked before. But I’m serious. I need it."
Her heart fluttered. Stupid, traitorous thing.
Of course, he needed sex. He was Lust. And Greed. Born to want and take and own. But this... this wasn’t ownership.
It was longing.
Desperate. Raw. Tied up and trembling under her hands.
She hated how much she understood it.
She looked at his cock again.
Yeah. That was definitely not going away on its own.
She bit her lip.
"...Fine," she muttered.
Lux blinked. "Wait. Really?"
"Don’t make regret it."
"I won’t."
"This isn’t a promise."
"I’m still signing it with my heart."
"Shut up."
She rolled her eyes and took the last needle, sliding it right into the sensitive point near his hip. His whole body jerked.
He groaned.
Not dramatically. Just enough.
"I think I saw stars," he grinned.
"Good," she said. "That ans it’s working."
Lux opened one eye again, lips curling. "Is it bad I like your sadistic streak?"
"Yes," she said.
But her face was pink now. And her hands were hesitating.
She swallowed.
Then she moved.
Carefully.
Between his legs.
Just enough to sit. Not quite touch. Just look.
And yeah... it had been too long.
One week.
One long, frustrating, ache filled week of watching him limp around shirtless. Of helping tie him down because he couldn’t stop himself. Of spooning him while his sleep twitches shook like a beast trying not to cry. Of drinking his stupid tea and pretending she didn’t crave the way he groaned when she bit his shoulder.
Now he was right here.
And she was still too proud to beg.
But maybe... a little touch wouldn’t hurt.
She reached out.
Her fingers grazed the base. Light. Curious. Her breath hitched.
He twitched again. Not from pain. From pleasure.
"Mira," Lux rasped, voice hoarse.
She shivered.
It would be so easy to give in. Just a lick. One slow drag of her tongue. Maybe a kiss. Just enough to ground him. To remind both of them who he was beneath all the pride and rope and tension.
But instead of kissing him, she leaned up.
And pressed her lips to his stomach. Gentle. Just above the navel.
Lux flinched.
"You’re an," he whispered.
She smiled against his skin. "I learned from the best."
Her hand slid lower, slow, asured, deliberate in that maddening way only Mira could be. Lux’s breath caught, his back arching just a bit, the ropes groaning with strain as his body begged to move, to respond. But he couldn’t. That was the worst part. The best part.
She brushed her fingertips down the length of him, exhaling through her nose as she watched his reaction with sharp, hungry eyes.
"It’s really... unfair," she murmured, more to herself than him. "How good you still look like this."
"Told you," Lux breathed. "Therapy. You’re practically curing right now."
"Don’t get cocky," she said, even as her fingers wrapped slowly around the base of him.
He groaned. That sound again. Low, wrecked, grateful. The kind of sound she hadn’t heard from him in over a week.
Mira bit her lip. Then lowered her head.
And this ti...
This ti she didn’t stop at his stomach.
Her lips moved lower.
Closer.
And Lux’s breath hitched like he was about to break.
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