The golden mist coiled around Lys like a lover's touch. He stepped into the arena with a casual grace that made every watching warrior tense.
Aiko's thighs still trembled from Gorran's sync. Her skin hummed with residual heat. But as her eyes locked with Lys's, something colder—sharper—stirred beneath the arousal.
He wasn't just beautiful.
He was dangerous.
And not in the brute-force kind of way.
He moved like a lie with legs.
Lys bowed low, his amber eyes never leaving hers. "You've tasted strength. Dominated the beast. Are you ready to try a different flavor?"
Aiko crossed her arms, sweat-drenched clothes clinging to her curves. "You think you can seduce me by playing submissive?"
"I don't need to seduce you," he said, stepping closer. "You're already curious."
He wasn't wrong.
Something about him set her blood humming.
But she didn't trust it.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
New Target Detected
Name: Lys D'Emberlain
Class: Illusory Consort
Skill Offered Upon Sync: Mindmelt – Overwhelm a target's senses with pleasure, causing temporary hypnosis.
Emotional Compatibility: Medium
Dominance Resistance: Unmeasurable
Warning: Subject may engage in Erotic Redirection.
---
"Erotic… what now?" Aiko muttered.
Lys smiled like he heard her.
"It's simple," he said, stepping even closer. "You dominate most men by force. But what if someone offered you everything? Every touch. Every moan. Every piece of himself."
He opened his arms.
"No resistance. No fight. Just surrender."
Her heart thudded.
Her system pulsed.
Aiko licked her lips.
And stepped forward.
---
She expected him to flinch.
He didn't.
Instead, he knelt.
Right there, before her.
And kissed the inside of her thigh.
A bolt of fire tore up her spine.
Her hands went to his hair—soft, perfumed, warm. His lips were gentle, worshipful. His tongue traced delicate circles, slow and maddening.
She felt her legs give a little.
He looked up. "Use me."
"Get up," she growled, flustered.
"No."
"What?"
"I won't rise until you command it."
His lips moved higher.
She gasped.
Then shoved him onto his back.
"Fine," she said, straddling him. "You want to be used?"
His grin turned feral. "Yes, please."
---
The heat between her legs ignited.
She ground against him through layers of silk, dragging her fingers down his chest.
His breath hitched.
No defense.
No struggle.
Only desire.
And yet…
Every move she made seemed to trigger a counter-response. A flicker of his eyes. A shift in his hips. Subtle… but intentional.
Aiko paused.
"You're trying to control this," she said.
He smiled. "Only if you let me."
Her palm struck his chest with a snap.
"Then don't."
He didn't flinch.
"Punish me."
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Submissive Roleplay Initiated
Status: Power Dynamic Flip – Top Reinforced
Erotic Redirection Detected – Sensory Loop at 12%
Suggested Action: Orgasm Denial / Edge Play
Warning: Emotional Echoes may form with repeated usage.
---
Aiko's breath caught.
She'd never been on this edge—where her control was absolute, yet so easily handed back.
"You like being used?" she asked, leaning closer. "Beg for it."
Lys inhaled through his teeth.
"I ache for you."
She reached down, grabbing him through the silk.
His back arched.
"Say it," she hissed.
"I want you to ruin me."
Her system flared.
And she obeyed.
---
She tore the silk aside, revealing every inch of his waiting desire. Her movements were measured, sensual, a slow dismantling of him piece by piece.
No violence. Just precision.
Her mouth found his chest. Her fingers danced over his hips.
She whispered cruel, soft words in his ear as she teased him toward climax—only to stop.
Then start again.
And stop.
Over.
And over.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Edge Threshold Reached (3x)
Skill Unlock Progress: 80%
Target's Control Breaking…
Domination Path: Emotional Entanglement
---
Lys's voice cracked as he moaned, chest heaving.
"Please," he begged. "Don't stop again."
Aiko kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Then give it to me."
He nodded, dazed. "Yes…"
She rode him slow and deep, every motion deliberate.
He was trembling beneath her, sweat slicking his skin, body arching to meet hers like a prayer.
And when the moment finally came, it was explosive.
They shattered together, cries mingling in a chorus of release.
---
[==== SYSTEM NOTICE ====]
Target Subdued – Full Sync Achieved
Skill Gained: Mindmelt (Rank 1)
Passive Bonus: Mirror Lust – Gain insight into desires of any man within 10 feet.
Emotion Echo Formed – Subject Lys may develop persistent feelings of attachment.
Arousal Level: Modulated
Next Challenger Unlocking…
---
Aiko collapsed beside him, chest heaving.
Lys turned his head slowly. "Thank you…"
"For what?"
"For not making me fight."
She stared up at the sky.
Her body was sore. Satisfied. But her mind was racing.
This wasn't just about domination anymore.
Every sync brought her closer to something deeper, more dangerous.
Not just lust.
Bonding.
And that scared her more than anything.
---
From the far wall, a new gate began to rise.
A strange energy spilled into the arena.
Dark.
Electric.
Silas's eyes narrowed.
Kael tensed.
Aiko sat up, already on edge.
From the shadows emerged a man in black robes. Face masked. Hands covered in blood-red rings. His presence made the temperature drop ten degrees.
The announcer hesitated. Then cleared his throat.
"Your next opponent…"
Pause.
"High Inquisitor Vallos. Class: Pain Priest."
Aiko stood, wiping sweat from her brow.
"Great," she muttered. "Now we're bringing kinks into this."
Lys, still breathless beside her, laughed softly.
"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, "You have no idea."