Chapter 1: Bound by Desire, Chained by Fate
Ah... Ah... Victor!
I love you!
Ahhhh!
More rough!
More fast!
Her voice was drenched in ecstasy, each syllable a desperate plea for more. Her nails raked across my back, deep enough to leave red trails as her body arched beneath me. Every thrust sent a violent jolt through her frame, her legs locked around my waist like a vice, refusing to let me go.
Lilianna von Crimson—my wife, my captor, my tormentor—moaned without a care, her beautiful face twisted in pleasure. Her long crimson hair fanned out across the silk sheets, damp with sweat, sticking to her flushed skin. Her porcelain-white body trembled under me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heavy breathing mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding over and over again.
I wasn't making love. No, this was pure survival.
Her grip on my arms tightened. "Victor… You're mine… Forever… You can never run away…" Her words came between shuddering moans, her legs squeezing me tighter, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I gritted my teeth. Goddamn it! How did I end up in this situation?!
I was just a normal high school student! A god-tier gamer, sure, but still just a regular guy! Yet here I was, fucking my dangerously obsessive wife as if my life depended on it—because, well, it actually did.
My muscles burned, sweat dripped down my back, and my cock throbbed painfully inside her tight, soaking-wet pussy. She was like a furnace, impossibly warm, her walls squeezing around me as if determined to never let me go. I was losing control.
Her hips moved desperately against mine, her moans growing louder, raw with bliss. Her beautiful red eyes locked onto me, pupils dilated, obsessed.
"Victor! Victor! Ahhh—"
Her whole body convulsed violently as she reached her climax, her walls tightening around me like a velvet vice. The sensation was too much—I groaned, gripping her hips as I came inside her, spilling everything deep within.
A few seconds passed. Relief.
For a brief moment, I thought it was over. My body was drenched in sweat, my chest heaving as I collapsed beside her. My cock was still twitching from the overwhelming sensation. My entire body was drained, both literally and figuratively.
But then—
Soft giggling.
A shiver crawled down my spine.
"Victor~" Lilianna purred, her fingers tracing my jaw, tilting my face towards her. Her red eyes gleamed with mischief. "Did you think we were done?"
Oh, fuck.
Before I could react, she straddled me, pinning my wrists down with unexpected strength. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she reached for the bedside drawer.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
I recognized that damn silk ribbon. Shit!
"Lilianna, let's talk about—mmph!"
She pressed a finger against my lips, shushing me gently as she expertly tied my wrists to the headboard. The soft fabric dug into my skin, restricting my movement completely.
I gulped. I'm doomed.
Lilianna leaned down, her lips grazing my earlobe. "You're so cute when you try to resist." Her voice dripped with amusement.
Then, without warning, she slid down my body, her soft lips pressing against my chest, my abdomen, my thighs—until she was face to face with my already-hardening cock.
I shuddered. "I just came! Give me a fucking break!"
She only giggled before taking me into her mouth.
FUCK!
Her tongue swirled around my sensitive tip, her warm mouth sucking me in deeper and deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she moved with a slow, teasing pace. My body tensed, my back arching involuntarily. I pulled at the restraints, but they wouldn't budge.
Her hands gripped my thighs, pinning me down as she took me all the way in, her throat tightening around me.
A groan escaped my lips. Holy shit.
She hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sending another shock of pleasure through my overstimulated body. My cock twitched inside her mouth, my breath growing ragged.
I was completely at her mercy.
And she knew it.
She sucked harder.
My mind went blank. I could barely form words. My muscles tensed. I was gonna—
"Lilianna, stop—! I—!!"
She didn't stop. She only swallowed as I came deep in her throat, draining me completely.
I collapsed against the bed, panting, utterly spent.
Lilianna wiped her lips, smirking. "You taste so good, my love."
I barely had time to recover before she straddled me again, positioning herself over my still-hard cock. Her dripping pussy teased my tip as she leaned down, whispering against my lips:
"Time for round two."
I whimpered.
Aftermath: The Reality Check
I didn't know how long we went at it. My entire body felt numb, my limbs weak. Lilianna lay draped over me, her body wrapped around mine possessively.
I was too exhausted to move. Too drained to even resist. She finally stopped.
But… she was still clinging to me, her warm breath tickling my neck. Her legs were tangled with mine, her arms locked around my waist. We were both completely naked, and she showed no sign of letting go.
I swallowed hard. What the fuck is my life now?
I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. Let's start from the beginning.
Last night, I was just a regular high school student. A hardcore gamer. I was playing A Fantasy Tale of Love, a game that—despite its sweet-sounding title—was a brutal, merciless RPG filled with dark themes and hardcore challenges.
There were five playable lead characters, each with their own routes, their own stories. Players could choose between three female leads and two male leads, each facing different horrors, different villains, different trials.
And yet, no matter which route you played, one thing remained the same.
The first boss. The one villain whose death was unavoidable.
Me.
Victor de Montclair.
A monster disguised as a noble. A cunning, ruthless bastard who committed unspeakable atrocities. His evil was woven into every storyline. No matter which lead character you played, they all had a reason to hate him.
His death was crucial. A turning point in every single route.
I groaned, rubbing my temples. This is so fucking bad.
And my wife? Lilianna von Crimson.
The most beautiful woman in the kingdom. A final boss in every single route. A yandere psycho whose obsession with Victor fueled her descent into madness.
Players had mixed opinions on her. Some hated her for being a villain, others worshiped her, calling her misunderstood. Many defended her, claiming she was just a victim of Victor's manipulation.
But now?
Now, I was Victor.
And she wasn't manipulated at all.
She was just as obsessed and insane as the game hinted—no, even worse. Because now, she had me in her grasp, and she wasn't planning on letting go.
She sighed happily, nuzzling into my chest. "Victor~"
I stiffened. "Uh… yeah?"
She lifted her head, giving me a lazy, satisfied smile. Her red eyes gleamed with dangerous affection.
"Honey… do you want more?"
Shivers ran down my spine.
Like hell, I want more.