Chapter 609 – War Cri Level Desperation
Mira’s fingers trembled just slightly, but her lips didn’t pause. She opened her mouth and took him in slow, deep, tasting him with a soft hum against her tongue. He was warm. Hard. The earthy musk she knew too well filled her senses, and... she had missed this. Missed him like a vice in her chest. The weight. The heat. The way his cock twitched like it recognized her mouth.
Her tongue swirled once around the base, teasing the underside like she was collecting interest off sothing owed. She sucked harder, slow and deep. There it was... that taste.
Salty.
Musky.
Thicker than it should’ve been.
She paused.
Pulled back with a wet pop and looked up sharply, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as Lux groaned above her, head tipped back.
"Wait... is that—?" Her brow arched, expression caught sowhere between scandal and amusent. "Lux. Did you...?"
Lux chuckled, breathless. "Obviously."
"With Rava?"
"I couldn’t take it. She couldn’t either. It was mutual war cri level desperation."
Mira’s eyes narrowed. Her heart was beating way too fast, but not because she was mad. No. It was jealousy and heat, tangled together in that ssy way only he could trigger in her.
"You guys are the ones who tied up," Lux added innocently. "You told to rest. But no one said I couldn’t be... pampered."
Mira’s jaw twitched. "We’ve been giving you tea and acupuncture."
"And it was great," Lux said. "Really. But if you want to pamper ? You should’ve pampered like a bastard playboy in punishnt. Not like a feverish child on house arrest."
Mira wanted to slap him.
She also wanted to ride him into a coma.
That was the problem.
Her fingers curled on the sheets beside his leg, her eyes dropping again to the evidence, his cock still glistening slightly, throbbing gently against his abdon like it missed her already.
"It can’t be helped," she muttered, frustrated. "Your nerves—"
"My nerves," Lux cut in, "have nothing to do with my s*xual ability."
He locked eyes with her. Serious. Stern. Almost offended.
"I’m an incubus," he said. "I f*ck."
Mira exhaled.
Sharp.
Slow.
"True."
She shouldn’t have agreed. She knew it. But the mont the word left her lips, the air in the room changed.
And then she moved.
Wordless.
Deliberate.
She reached for her qiaopao and untied the sash with practiced fingers, her top folding loose around her shoulders. She didn’t strip all the way, no. Mira was never that obvious. She exposed just enough. Smooth skin. The subtle curves of her collarbone. And then...
Her breasts.
Perfect. Tight. Pushed together as she adjusted the fabric just enough for gravity and sin to do the rest.
Lux’s eyes flared.
"Oh," he said softly, "I really like this."
Mira didn’t speak. She simply leaned forward and wrapped her arms under her chest, pressing the softness of her skin around him. Her breasts cupped his shaft easily, cradling him in heat and pressure. She smirked faintly, feeling him pulse between them. Her chin hovered just above the tip, her breath ghosting across it.
"Do you still want your spreadsheet now?" she whispered.
Lux groaned. "I want nothing but you."
Her heart pounded harder. So fast it echoed in her ears.
She hadn’t ant to give in. Not this much. Not this fast. But seeing him tied, helpless, desperate, knowing he trusted her this much... it broke sothing in her.
This wasn’t punishnt anymore.
It was longing.
"Then behave," she murmured.
Lux nodded quickly. "Yes ma’am."
Mira smiled, smug and breathless and flushed, her skin hot against his. And... she was wet now. Just from this. From his voice. From his need. From her own need that hadn’t been touched in days.
She moved again, dragging her chest slowly over his shaft, up and down, teasing him with friction and control.
Lux groaned.
Not loud.
Just real.
The kind that made Mira pause. The kind that didn’t co from performance or smugness, but need. Hot, sharp need. The kind that had simred under his skin for too long and now poured out like a flood with nowhere to go. His body trembled. His chest rose. His legs tensed around her knees.
And she didn’t stop.
Even with the gold needles still glinting across his body like a constellation of restraint and healing, she moved. Carefully. Sensually. Sliding her body just enough to keep pressure right where he needed it most. Her breasts warm against him. Her breath teasing his skin.
His cock jerked.
And then it happened.
The sound he made wasn’t a moan. It was sothing lower. Hungrier. Raw and guttural like sothing had snapped inside him.
His hips jerked once.
Then twice.
And he ca.
Hard.
Hot pulses spilled across Mira’s chest, painting her skin in thick, ssy streaks. The warmth splattered across her neck, her breasts, her collarbone. So even caught her cheek, glistening against her flushed skin.
Mira gasped, stunned by the sheer force of it and then laughed softly under her breath.
Lux collapsed into the sheets with a trembling exhale.
[System Notification]
[Orgasm Achieved – Mana Surge Triggered]
[Nerve Recovery: 100%]
[Stamina: MAX Restored]
[Congratulations: You Have Fully Recovered]
[Achievent Unlocked: Released Under Pressure]
Lux grinned, dazed. "Ah... this dication. I really like it." His hands moved a bit, by instinct, despite knowing he couldn’t move them at all.
But then... Like a miracle...
The ropes snapped.
No warning. No tension. No mana flare. Just... pop.
Lux lifted his hand slowly, watching the frayed fibers fall in curls around his wrist.
He flexed.
Opened.
Closed.
Mira stared at him, eyes wide.
The room went quiet.
[Pride Binding: Broken]
[Restriction Cleared]
[Status: Congratulations. You have defeated your own stubbornness.]
Lux looked at Mira.
"...It broke."
She didn’t move. Just stared at his hand, then his face. Then the ss across her chest.
"You’re not supposed to be able to do that," she whispered.
"Technically," he said, lifting both hands now, grinning wider, "you broke in... and then out."
Mira’s jaw dropped. "Lux—"
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