Her Crimson Temptation
The moment Leon turned away from the window, deep in thought under the gaze of the twin moons, the sound of his door creaking open sliced through the silence like a blade through silk.
He frowned and instinctively toward the sound—bur become froze.
His breath caught.
A girl stepped in, her bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. Crimson hair cascaded down her shoulders like a river of fire, shimmering under the moon's silver gaze. Her eyes—deep, alluring pools of scarlet—met his, and for a second, time itself seemed to hold its breath.
"Rias…" Leon whispered; his voice barely audible as his throat turned dry.
And then he saw her attire.
She wore a black nightgown. No—"wore" was too tame a word. The fabric barely clung to her body, hugging her voluptuous curves and emphasizing every dip, every slope. Her cleavage spilled gently from the plunging neckline, the nightgown clung to her ample chest, outlining the soft curves of her breasts. The gown was slit high up her thigh, revealing creamy, flawless skin that made Leon's mouth dry instantly.
Leon's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded and he stared, almost 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 surged through him despite his effort to stay calm.
"R-R-Rias…" he stammered slightly, the words struggling to escape his suddenly dry throat. "What are you doing here now in this time…?"
She paused by the door, her hands behind her back. Then slowly, nervously, she brought her fingers around and began fidgeting—entwining her index fingers together, eyes cast downward.
"I…" she bit her lip. "I wanted to sleep with you tonight… Daddy."
Leon blinked.
He didn't mishear. The room was dead silent, but her words echoed like thunder in his mind.
"What?" he asked, blinking fast. "Why would you—"
She fidgeted again, biting her lower lip before looking up. "Yesterday… you got sick. You were unconscious today all day… it scared me. I don't want that to happen again. If I sleep beside you, then… if anything happens, I'll be there."
Her voice trembled slightly—sincere, worried. But her eyes… they held more than concern. Hidden beneath the layer of care was a spark of desire. A hunger she tried to mask.
Leon noticed. And he knew it.
His mind reeled back into the inherited memories from the former Leon—how Rias would often sneak into his bed at night, pretending to be worried and scared, curling against him. How she had always adored him… to the point of obsession.
The old Leon might've played dumb. Might've politely turned her away, just like all the other nights she tried to sneak into his bed.
"Do you think I'd believe that's your only reason, Rias?" he murmured internally.
And just then—
[Ding!]
A mechanical chime rang crisply inside his head.
[Mission Triggered: Fuck Rias Moonwalker]
[Objective: Fuck Rias Moonwalker completely yours]
[Reward: Eye of Judge, 20 Black Points, System Shop Unlocked]
[Warning: Mission Failure will result in disabling of Touch of Charm]
[Time Limit: 15 Days]
"The hell… a mission to fuck her?" he thought, eyes widening. "This system not reserved at all…"
His previous use of points flashed through his mind—10 points to reset all stats to 10, followed by +6 in Stamina, +2 Vitality, +2 Agility. But this reward… "Eye of Discerning"? he didn't know about skill and now, these 20 more points dangled in front of him… and the system shop unlocked? He couldn't ignore that.
Still…
"Isn't this kind of mission inappropriate?" he asked mentally, eyebrows furrowed.
[System: Missions align with the host's hidden desires and long-term gains. Stop denying your truth. Embrace it.]
"…Tch. Bastard system," he muttered inwardly.
But… it wasn't wrong. Not entirely. he couldn't lie to himself. Rias was a temptation he wouldn't mind giving into. He wanted her. Every inch of her.
"Daddy…?" Rias called, tilting her head.
Leon snapped out of his trance. He blinked and looked at her—her eyes were full of concern.
"What are you looking at the air?" she asked softly, taking another step closer. "Are you okay?"
Leon blinked. Then realized, she can't see the system interface. Only I can.
Ah… nothing, sweetheart," he said, forcing a smile. "Just... zoned out."
Rias studied him closely, as if trying to see through the mask. Then, slowly, she nodded.
"So… can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked, voice tender. "Please?"
Leon paused. Her tone was innocent, but he could see the burning fire behind those crimson eyes. This wasn't just about protection or affection. She wanted something more.
He inhaled sharply and with smile he said at last., "…Of course, dear."
Rias blinked in surprise.
He could tell she hadn't expected him to say yes—not after all the rejections in the past. But then, a slow, glowing smile spread across her lips. She lit up like the morning sun.
Her cheeks flushed as a bright smile blossomed on her face. "Really?!"
Leon chuckled softly, watching her light up. "Really."
She dashed toward him; arms wide open. The sheer joy and excitement in her eyes were full real joy. As she ran, Leon couldn't help but notice how her breasts bounced beneath the thin fabric, the outline of her nipples pressing lightly against his chest. His throat went dry again.
And then she hugged him—tight.
Soft. Warm. Tempting.
Her body pressed flush against his, and he could feel her heart racing… or was that his?
He coughing lightly to regain control. "Alright, dear. Let's get on the bed."
She giggled. "Mm~ okay, Daddy."
Together, they climbed into the large bed. Leon laid on his side, careful to keep his breathing steady.
Rias curled into him, pressing close. Very close. she curled into him immediately, 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 ridden up, baring the creamy tops of her thighs and the curve of her bare ass. The heat of her skin bled into him, wrapping around his senses like a drug. The scent of her skin—sweet and floral—filled his nose, and he could feel her breath on his neck.
His jaw tightened.
She was so warm.
So soft.
And so dangerously close to waking the beast inside him.
"Daddy…" she murmured, her voice trembling, vulnerable, yet tinged with something darker… needier.
"Yes?" he asked, his voice strained, holding back the thunder in his chest.
"Can I sleep like this?" she whispered, pressing closer still, her lips brushing his neck. "It feels… safe."
Leon swallowed the lump rising in his throat. "Sure. Like this."
But she didn't stop.
Her hips shifted again. Slower this time. More deliberate. Her ass pressed against his manhood—once, twice—rolling her hips like she didn't know what she was doing.
But she knew.
And Leon felt it.
Felt the heat. The tension.
The sheer need simmering beneath her words.
His manhood, trapped beneath her hips, throbbed with aching pressure. It strained against the fabric of his pants, poking into her soft flesh.
She gasped faintly when she felt it.
But didn't pull away.
If anything, she pushed closer.
He could feel the shape of her against him—soft, warm, inviting. His pulse pounded. His body burned.
And then, without hesitation, he triggered Touch of Charm.
The moment it activated; her body shivered against his. Her breath caught in her throat.
"A-ah…" she whimpered, hips twitching. "My… my body feels strange…"
Leon slid an arm around her waist, pulling her tighter. Her skin was like heated velvet, smooth and trembling beneath his palm.
He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. "Rias… do you even know what you're doing?"
She trembled. "I-I just wanted to be close… I love you so much…"
"But you're pressing against me like that," he whispered, lips trailing down her neck. "You're not a little girl anymore, Rias."
"…I know," she breathed. "I don't want to be… not with you."
Her words licked flames across his spine.
He paused. Just for a moment.
His heart was hammering in his chest. Despite his past life—despite his experience—something about this girl made him feel like a teenage boy again. Nervous. On edge. Wanting… everything.
But he didn't show it.
He couldn't.
He was her anchor now—her "Daddy."
And she was melting in his hands.
Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hand up her stomach. Her soft skin twitched beneath his touch, muscles fluttering as if they'd never known a man's hand.
She gasped softly.
And didn't stop him.
His hand reached her chest—cupping the full weight of her breast through the sheer silk.
It was heavy. Warm. So real.
Her nipple was already hard, pushing against the thin fabric like a desperate secret. He rubbed it with his thumb, feeling it respond—growing tighter, more sensitive.
"Nnnh~ Daddy…" she whimpered, her voice dripping with need.
He pinched gently.
She arched into him, her thighs clenching. Her breath was shallow. Erratic.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" he murmured, lips brushing her ear. "Your body's telling me everything."
"I-I can't help it… It feels… too good…"
He pushed the gown up further, slipping his hand beneath it. Her bare skin met his fingers.
And when he touched her nipple again—skin on skin—her moan was music.
"Ahn~! D-Daddy…!"
She twisted in his arms, her ass grinding directly into his aching manhood. He groaned under his breath, holding her tighter, his control cracking.
Her warmth… her scent… it was all-consuming.
Leon's other hand slid lower, brushing over the curve of her waist, down to her hips, then lower still—tracing the swell of her ass.
His fingers squeezed gently.
Her breath hitched.
She was squirming now, her body desperately seeking more. Her leg wrapped around his, locking him in place. Her movements were no longer shy—they were hungry.
He kissed the back of her neck.
She shivered, moaning softly.
"Your body's begging me," he whispered darkly. "You came in here… with no underwear… didn't you?"
She didn't answer.
She didn't need to.
His hand slid down—between her thighs.
Heat.
Wet.
His fingers brushed her folds—and she was dripping. Her juices clung to him like honey, slick and hot.
"Rias…" he growled. "You're soaked."
Her face burned crimson. "I… I wanted you to touch me…"
Leon's chest rose and fell with heavy breath.
He stroked her slowly—teasing her entrance, sliding up to her aching bud, then down again, parting her folds gently, lovingly.
She trembled violently.
Her hands gripped the sheets.
"D-Daddy…! I… I can't…!"
Her voice broke into a sob of pleasure. Her body tensed.
And then—
She came.
Her thighs clenched. Her hips jerked.
A soft cry escaped her lips—raw, broken, beautiful.
Her juices flooded his hand, warm and slick, soaking his fingers. He didn't stop. He kept stroking, slower now, letting her ride the wave to the end.
And when she collapsed against him, breathless, shivering, he held her.
"Sweetheart…" he whispered, brushing her hair from her face. "You came so hard… just from my fingers."
She whimpered against his chest; lips parted. "I… I wanted this for so long…"
He gazed at her—sweaty, flushed, lips trembling, body glowing from within.
Her eyes fluttered open—red and wild with desire. She leaned up slowly, lips nearing his.
But just before she could kiss him—
He raised a finger, placing it gently against her lips.
"Not tonight."
Her eyes widened. "But… why?"
Leon smirked, though his heart was still pounding. His hand was soaked with her essence. His body ached for more.
But he whispered, "You're not ready. Next time… I want everything."
She pouted adorably. "Meanie…"
He chuckled low. "You'll thank me later."
She nestled into his chest again—but this time, it was different.
Her leg draped fully over his hip. His hand stayed between her thighs, gently resting against her soaked warmth. Her own hand clutched his wrist, keeping him there, like she couldn't bear to lose the connection.
She hugged him tightly—half-naked, trembling, her cheek against his heart. She buried into his chest with a content sigh. "Hmph… I'm not going anywhere. So, I 'm still sleeping here."
"Good," he breathed into her hair. "Because I'm not let you go now."
And like that, they fell asleep.
Entangled.
Her thigh over his.
His hand cupped between her legs.
And desire burning like embers beneath their skin. He looked down at the girl in his arms, her breath now soft and steady.
"Rest well, sweetheart, Today was just the beginning."" he whispered.
And together, they drifted into sleep—tangled in temptation, bound by unspoken desires.