Her Crimson Temptation
As soon as Leon looked away from the window, lost in thought with the twin moons watching over him, the quiet was broken by the creak of his door opening like a knife through silk.
He scowled and moved instinctively in the direction of the noise—beca frozen.
His breath was trapped.
A barefoot girl stepped inside, her padded feet making quiet contact with the frigid floor. Crimson tresses fell past her shoulders in a river of fla, glittering beneath the silver eye of the moon. Her eyes—rich, srizing pools of scarlet—t his, and for a mont, ti itself paused to breathe.
"Rias...," Leon breathed; his own voice reduced to a re whisper as his throat grew parched.
And he caught sight of what she was wearing.
She had on a black nightgown. No—"wore" was too ta a word. The fabric was scarcely clinging to her skin, wrapping around her luscious curves and drawing out every incline, every hollow. Her cleavage overflowed softly from the low-cut front, the nightgown stuck to her generous bust, defining the gentle rise of her breasts. The dress was slit high on her thigh, and Leon could see creamy, unblemished skin that left his mouth dry without delay.
Leon's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded and he stared, nearly forgetting to speak.
What in the hell is she wearing.? No, what is she doing here dressed like that?
His heart skipped a beat, then another. Heat coursed through him in spite of his attempt to remain calm.
"R-R-Rias..." he stuttered slightly, the words struggling to co out of his suddenly parched throat. "What are you doing here now in this ti...?"
She stopped at the doorway, hands behind her back. Then slowly, nervously, she curled her fingers around and started fidgeting—wrapping her index fingers around each other, eyes lowered.
"I..." she chewed on her lip. "I wanted to sleep with you tonight... Daddy."
Leon blinked.
He did not mishear. The room was as quiet as a grave, but his mind rang like thunder with what she said.
"What?" he asked, blinking rapidly. "Why would you—"
She fidgeted once more, nibbling on her lower lip before she looked up. "Yesterday... you fell ill. You were out cold today the whole day... it frightened . I don't want that to happen again. If I sleep next to you, then... if sothing happens, I'll be there."
Her voice shook a little—genuine, anxious. But her eyes... they contained sothing beyond concern. Buried beneath the surface of concern was a glimr of want. A hunger she attempted to conceal.
Leon saw. And he knew it.
His head spun back to the inherited mories from the past Leon—how Rias had slipped into his bed at night, feigning worry and fear, clinging to him. How she'd always loved him... to the point of being obsessed.
The old Leon would've feigned ignorance. Would've smiled politely and pushed her away, as he had on all the other nights when she'd attempted to slip into his bed.
"Think you'd believe that's all I want, Rias?" he whispered to himself.
And then—
[Ding!]
A chanical bell sounded clearly in his mind.
[Mission Triggered: Fuck Rias Moonwalker]
[Objective: Fuck Rias Moonwalker utterly yours]
[Reward: Eye of Judge, 20 Black Points, System Shop Unlocked]
[Warning: Mission Failure will lead to disablent of Touch of Charm]
[Ti Limit: 15 Days]
"The hell. a fuck mission with her?" he thought, widening his eyes. "This system not reserved at all."
His prior application of points flashed across his mind—10 points for all stats reset to 10, then 6 Stamina, 2 Vitality, 2 Agility. But this bonus... "Eye of Discerning"? He wasn't familiar with skill and now, those 20 extra points hung there in front of him... and the system store unlocked? He couldn't keep his back turned.
Nevertheless.
"Isn't such a mission improper?" he queried ntally, brows furrowed.
[System: Missions fulfill the host's secret wishes and long-term benifits. Stop denying your truth. Accept it.]
".Tch. Bastard system," he growled to himself.
But... it wasn't wrong. Not completely. he couldn't deny it to himself. Rias was a temptation he would not mind succumbing to. He coveted her. All of her.
"Daddy...?" Rias called, tilting her head.
Leon shook out of his reverie. He blinked and glanced at her—her eyes were worried.
"What are you staring at the air?" she asked softly, advancing another step. "Are you all right?"
Leon blinked. And rembered, she can't perceive the system interface. Only I can.
Ah... nothing, sweetheart," he replied, attempting a smile. "Just. spaced out."
Rias looked at him intently, as if attempting to pierce the facade. Then, slowly, nodded.
"So... can I sleep with you tonight?" she inquired, voice soft. "Please?"
Leon halted. Her voice was pure, but he noticed the blazing inferno in her crimson eyes. This wasn't about protection or love. She craved more.
He breathed sharply and with a smile said finally, "...Of course, dear."
Rias blinked in astonishnt.
He could see she had not anticipated him to agree—not after the previous denials. But then her lips spread in a slow, warm smile. She glowed like the rising sun.
Her breath caught, and her cheeks flushed as a radiant smile sprang to her face. "Really?!"
Leon laughed quietly, observing her glow. "Really."
She ran towards him; arms spread wide. The unadulterated joy and elation in her eyes were pure real joy. As she rushed, Leon could not help but observe how her breasts jiggled under the thin cloth, the shape of her nipples pushing gently against his chest. His throat dried up once more.
And then she embraced him—tightly.
Soft. Warm. Tempting.
Her body against his, she was pressed flush and he could sense her heart pounding... or was it his?
He coughed lightly to gain control. "Okay, dear. Let's get into the bed."
She laughed. "Mm~ okay, Daddy."
They climbed into the big bed together. Leon reclined on his side, taking care to maintain even breathing.
Rias curled into him, pressing close. Very close. she curled into him imdiately, her soft curves moulding perfectly against his side, her thigh draped over his like a silken ribbon.
Then—
Her ass shifted.
Slowly. Teasingly. Pressing deeper into his hip, grinding with featherlight pressure.
Leon stiffened.
Literally.
Her silk nightgown had crept up, exposing the creamy tops of her thighs and the curve of her bare ass. The warmth of her skin seeped into him, encircling his senses like a drug. The sll of her skin—sweet and floral—filled his nostrils, and he could feel her breath on his neck.
His jaw clenched.
She was so warm.
So soft.
And so perilously close to waking the beast within him.
"Daddy..." she whispered, her voice shaking, exposed, but with sothing darker... needier.
"Yes?" he replied, his voice tight, keeping the thunder in his chest at bay.
"Can I sleep like this?" she breathed, snuggling in closer still, her lips grazing his neck. "It feels... safe."
Leon swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "Sure. Like this."
But she didn't let up.
Her hips moved again. Slower this ti. More intentional. Her ass bearing down on his manhood—once, twice—rolling her hips like she didn't know what she was doing.
But she did.
And Leon sensed it.
Sensed the heat. The tension.
The sheer need bubbling beneath her words.
His manhood, confined under her hips, pulsed with aching pressure. It strained against the material of his pants, nudging into her soft flesh.
She gasped softly when she felt it.
But didn't pull away.
If anything, she pushed further in.
He could sense the contours of her body pressing against his—soft, warm, welcoming. His pulse thumped. His body blazed.
And then, without thinking, he activated Touch of Charm.
The instant it was active; her body trembled against his. Her breath hitched in her throat.
"A-ah..." she whimpered, hips spastically jerking. "My... my body feels funny..."
Leon wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. Her flesh was warm velvet, silky and shaking under his hand.
He leaned in, lips brushing against her ear. "Rias... do you even have a clue what you're doing?"
She shook. "I-I just wanted to be close... I love you so much...."
"But you're leaning on like that," he breathed, lips tracing down her neck. "You're not a little girl anymore, Rias."
".I know," she whispered. "I don't want to be. not with you."
Her words sent fla licking down his spine.
He hesitated. For just a mont.
His heart was pounding against his chest. For all that he'd been through—despite all that he'd done—he felt like a teenager again. A boy at war with his nerves, on edge and wanting. everything.
But he didn't let it show.
He couldn't.
He was her anchor now—her "Daddy."
And she was lting at his touch.
Slowly, slowly, he moved his hand up her belly. Her soft flesh quivered under his fingers, muscles dancing as if they'd never felt a man's hand before.
She breathed softly.
And didn't push him away.
His hand found her chest—enveloping the fullness of her breast through the thin silk.
It was warm. Heavy. So real.
Her nipple was already erect, protruding through thin fabric like an urgent secret. He rubbed with his thumb, watching it contract—tense, more sensitive.
"Nnnh~ Daddy..." she panted, voice heavy with craving.
He tweaked gently.
She bucked toward him, her thighs clamping. Her breath was short. Unstable.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" he breathed, lips along her ear. "Your body's giving everything away."
"I-I can't help it... It feels... too good...
He pushed the gown up again, his hand slipping underneath it. Her naked skin touched his fingers.
And when he touched her nipple once more—skin to skin—her moan was music.
"Ahn~! D-Daddy...!"
She writhed in his arms, her ass grinding straight into his throbbing manhood. He groaned silently, holding her closer, his control shattering.
Her heat... her sll... it was all-encompassing.
Leon's other hand moved down, caressing the curve of her waist, to her hips, lower still—sketching the curve of her ass.
His fingers tightened.
Her breath caught.
She was squirming now, her body frantically needing more. Her leg wrapped around his, holding him fast. Her movents no longer shy—hungry.
He kissed the nape of her neck.
She shuddered, moaning softly.
"Your body's begging ," he breathed darkly. "You ca in here... with no underwear... didn't you?"
She didn't reply.
She didn't have to.
His hand moved down—between her legs.
Heat.
Wet.
His fingers brushed her folds—and she was dripping. Her juices stuck to him like honey, slick and hot.
"Rias..." he growled. "You're soaked."
Her face burned red. "I... I wanted you to touch ..."
Leon's chest expanded and contracted with deep breath.
He stroked her slowly—teasing her entrance, sliding up to her throbbing bud, then back again, parting her folds tenderly, lovingly.
She shook with fury.
Her hands clenched the sheets.
"D-Daddy...! I... I can't...!"
Her voice dissolved into a sob of ecstasy. Her body stiffened.
And then—
She ca.
Her thighs clamped. Her hips jerked.
A soft cry burst from her lips—raw, broken, lovely.
Her juices overflowed his hand, warm and wet, drenching his fingers. He didn't halt. He continued stroking her, slower now, allowing her to ride the wave till the end.
And when she fell against him, panting, shivering, he wrapped his arms around her.
"Sweetheart...," he breathed, pushing her hair aside. "You ca so hard... from my fingers alone."
She whimpered against his chest; lips parted. "I... I wanted this for so long..."
He looked at her—dripping with sweat, flushed, trembling lips, body radiating from the core.
Her eyes opened—red and crazy with lust. She leaned up slowly, lips inches from his.
But just before she might kiss him—
He held up a finger, putting it against her lips gently.
"Not tonight."
Her eyes went wide. "But... why?"
Leon grinned, though his heart was still racing. His hand was dripping with her juices. His body throbbed for more.
But he whispered, "You're not ready. Next ti... I want everything."
She pouted adorably. "anie..."
He laughed low. "You'll thank later."
She settled into his chest again—but this ti, it was different.
Her leg hung completely over his hip. His hand remained between her thighs, lightly resting against her wet heat. Her own hand gripped his wrist, holding him there, as if she couldn't stand to let it go.
She wrapped him tightly—in a handful of blankets, redbone trembling, her cheek to the beat of his heart. She pressed into his chest with a satisfied sigh. "Hmph... I'm not leaving. So, I 'm sleeping here anyway."
"Good," he breathed in her hair. "Because I'm not letting you go now."
And so, they slept.
Tangled.
Her thigh across his.
His hand cradled between her thighs.
And desire burning like embers beneath their skin. He glanced down at the girl in his arms, her breath now soft and steady.
"Sleep well, sweetheart, Today was rely the beginning.""
he whispered.
And they both slept—tangled in temptation, bound by unspoken desires.
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