Akari clung to the marble table like it was her lifeline, her fingernails digging into its polished surface. Her breaths came uneven now—fast, shallow, too hot.
Lucien didn't need to touch her again. The Crimson Crown had already buried threads inside her, tickling the edges of her self-control like a lover breathing on bare skin.
Her voice trembled. "You... did something to me."
Lucien stood behind her now. Close. Not touching—but she could feel him. The heat of his presence, the gravity of his dominance, bending her without pressure.
He whispered, "Your body's never lied. Why start now?"
A low, involuntary moan slipped from her lips. She immediately clenched her teeth—but it was too late. Her hips shifted. Her thighs squeezed. Every part of her was fighting itself.
She hated him. She wanted him.
Lucien closed the distance. His hand moved to hover just above her lower back.
"You trained your mind," he said. "But I don't need your mind."
His fingers dropped—finally touching her spine, sliding down slowly... slowly...
Her breath hitched again. Her knees nearly gave out, but he caught her. Pressed her gently against the edge of the table. His palm trailed down her belly, just above the band of her skirt.
[Womb Sigil – Integration: 70%]Sensory Feedback Loop Activated.Target's orgasm threshold reduced by 40%.
Her body was lightning—trembling, overloaded, betraying her with every second. Her slick heat soaked through her designer skirt. The tension in her legs was unbearable.
"Stop…" she whispered.
But her hips pushed back into his hand, as if she wanted more.
Lucien's voice was a growl now, dark and smooth.
"You'll say it again. But next time, it'll sound like prayer."
She turned to slap him—sharp, desperate.
He caught her wrist. Effortless.
His other hand cupped her throat.
And she froze.
Her pupils dilated. Her lips parted.
Lucien leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed her lips. "You want me to stop?"
She didn't answer.
His fingers squeezed, not enough to hurt, but enough to own. The pressure sent a fresh wave of heat through her—her body arching unconsciously into his.
[Orgasm Command: Standby]Trigger Condition: Whispered phrase + Womb Sigil Completion (100%)
Lucien smiled. "Let's end the lie."
He leaned down, whispering into her ear—dark, slow, deliberate.
"You're mine, Akari."
Her body convulsed. A cry ripped out of her throat as the Sigil flared to life, branding her with invisible heat. Her climax hit like a tidal wave—overwhelming, uncontrollable, humiliating. She shook in his grip, reduced to whimpers and twitching breaths, her mind blank with shame and pleasure.
Lucien held her like a trophy.
"You'll come again before you sleep," he murmured. "And when you wake up, you'll beg for the mark."
Akari collapsed into him, breathless, limp.
[New Subject Claimed: Akari Hoshino]System Update: Loyalty Thread CreatedDesire Rank: Obsession (Seeded)
Lucien adjusted his cufflinks as she fell to her knees, trembling. The red glow in his eyes dimmed.
"Another empire, another queen broken," he muttered.
Celestine's voice came through his comm.
"Target secured. What's the next move?"
Lucien looked out the window, at the Kyoto skyline glittering like a million souls waiting to be claimed.
"Prepare the lists. I want the next twenty candidates. Scholars. Soldiers. Saints. Doesn't matter."
He smiled.
"They all kneel."