Livia’s hand trembled as she gripped Nathan’s shaft, her tiny fingers barely able to wrap around it. The heat seared into her palm, crawling up her arm like a fire burning from within. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her rabbit ears twitching uncontrollably—shame and a strange pounding thrill clashing so hard it nearly split her head apart.
"Y-you’re... so hot..." she whispered faintly, the words slipping out without her even realizing, like a sinful confession forced from her lips.
Nathan’s body stiffened, his half-lidded eyes struggling to focus through the haze. "L-Livia... d-don’t..." His voice broke apart, caught between restraint and ragged moans.
Behind his shoulder, Lilith only smiled thinly, her crimson eyes narrowing with deep satisfaction. Her pale fingers trailed slowly along Livia’s arm, like a snake coiling around prey.
"Heh... you hear it yourself, don’t you? His body doesn’t lie. Grip him tighter, little rabbit... feel the pulse, feel how this man’s body is surrendering its deepest secret right into your hand."
Livia swallowed hard, her hand frozen yet unwilling to let go. The fierce throbbing in her palm made her heartbeat thunder louder. With each passing second, she was dragged deeper into the whirlpool of curiosity and guilt, twisted together as one.
Livia’s fingers trembled harder, her grip stiff. Her eyes widened, staring at the rigid shaft throbbing in her hand. Her breath caught, heat flooding her face.
I’m a warrior. A fighter trained to face fear, to uphold honor. I should be resisting demons, not... not... playing with this.
Her teeth clenched softly, as if she could bite off the filthy thoughts crawling into her mind. But the harder she tried to fight, the clearer that gnawing curiosity became. The pulse in her grasp was real, alive, hot—making her body shiver with more than just shame.
Lilith chuckled low, her crimson eyes glowing.
"Look at you, Livia. You call yourself a warrior... yet by simply touching the most honest part of a man, you’re already shaken. What kind of fighter can’t even resist her own curiosity?"
The words struck her like a slap. Livia wanted to lash back, to hurl an insult—but her tongue was frozen. Her chest quivered, her voice caught in her throat.
"I-I’m not... not some stupid rabbit..." she muttered faintly, more like a feeble defense than a true conviction.
Yet her hand didn’t release him. In fact, without realizing, her fingers tightened—pressing harder, as though desperate to see what other reactions she could drag from Nathan.
Nathan groaned, his body trembling—and that sound pierced deeper into Livia’s ears, twisting her insides into further chaos.
This is wrong... disgusting... but... why... why can’t I stop?
And meanwhile, far from the darkness of the Tower—in a quiet little apartment room, another girl also couldn’t get Nathan out of her mind.
The dim light of a desk lamp spilled across Sophia’s small apartment room. Thick books and strategy notes lay scattered across the table, yet her eyes were blank—like none of the words before her meant anything.
Tomorrow. Everything would begin tomorrow.
She sat slumped in her chair, hands covering her face. But what surfaced in her mind wasn’t plans, wasn’t tactics—it was Nathan’s face. His dopey smile, his vacant stare, those stupid remarks that always left everyone exasperated.
The more she tried to push him away, the clearer another image forced itself in: Nathan... with that woman. Lilia.
Her heartbeat pounded. No. Impossible. Nathan was an idiot, a slacker, useless... he couldn’t possibly—
She froze. Her breathing grew heavy. A faint echo of Lilith’s laughter brushed her ear—whether real or just her imagination, she couldn’t tell. And deep down, Sophia knew... Nathan was far too easy to sway.
Her fists clenched tight in her lap, nails nearly piercing skin. I’m wrong to think this way... but—only if Nathan stays a fool, stays useless...
Her chest tightened, a bitter smile tugged faintly at her lips.
"Stay an idiot, Nathan... because if you change... if you actually become useful... then I won’t be able to tell you if I..."
The night kept rolling on in the city. Somewhere else, it wasn’t strategy or war that filled the mind—but a longing he hadn’t been ready to anticipate. David lay sprawled on his bed, staring at his phone screen, waiting for Fiona’s reply.
David lay sprawled on his bed, one hand tucked behind his head, the glow of his phone lighting up his face. The night felt long—especially knowing he couldn’t see Fiona tomorrow. It left him restless, like something was missing.
Their chat kept going, nothing important, just silly back-and-forth to fill the distance. Until suddenly... a notification popped up.
David instantly sat up straight. His eyes widened. Fiona—sitting on her bed, wearing a soft-colored new pajama. The pose was simple, yet her small arm pressed against her chest, as if hugging herself tightly.
Damn. Heat rushed through David at once, his body reacting before he could stop it. His heart pounded as his fingers flew across the screen.
[David]: That... looks amazing. Seriously, you’re gorgeous.
On the other side of the screen, Fiona held her breath. Her cheeks burned red, fingers trembling as she read his reply. She hugged her pillow tightly, curling up on the bed.
What am I doing...? Why did I pose like that...
Her gaze dropped to her own photo on the phone—the slight tilt of her body, her arm squeezing against her chest, making it stand out even more... all of it only made her more aware.
It was just for fun... not to tease him... right?
But her heart raced, and a smile she couldn’t hold back spread across her face.
Fiona curled up on her bed, her face burning so hot her ears turned red. She clutched her phone tightly, the dim screen reflecting her own photo back at her.
He’s definitely still staring at it... right?
Her thoughts spiraled. The image of David looking at her picture again and again made her stomach flutter, her heartbeat racing even faster. She pressed her face into the pillow, biting its edge.
Why am I thinking this far...? God, if he really is staring... I’d die of embarrassment...
On the other side of the screen, David lay on his side, eyes fixed on his phone. Fiona’s photo never left his gaze. A faint smile tugged at his lips, though his face was tense. The hand that had once rested lazily behind his head was now slipping lower... sliding into his pants. His movements were slow, as if savoring every second, letting the sensation swell just from staring at Fiona.
"Fiona..." he breathed softly, almost unaware.
And while those two mortal beings still hadn’t fucked despite their burning love and lust for each other, deep inside the dark Tower, a different kind of bond—one filled with pain, pleasure, and ruin—was mercilessly ensnaring Nathan.
Livia’s head spun. Her breaths came short, her cheeks burned even as her body trembled. A strange sensation writhed in her chest—a mix of shame, fear, and something dangerously close to... pleasure.
This... it’s different. This isn’t like before, when I used to foolishly play with Nathan’s cock like some clueless girl...
Now, every touch felt real, electrifying, making her blood boil. She wasn’t just playing. She was feeling.
Nathan’s body was breaking down further. His forehead dripped with cold sweat, his breaths ragged. Muscles locked tight, his fingers clawed at empty air as if searching for something to hold onto.
"Ah .. nghh.... no I gonn—" His words were cut off by a short, helpless moan.
Lilith slid closer, her arms circling him from behind. Her cold body pressed against his burning frame, trapping him, leaving no escape. She lowered her face, lips hovering just above his damp hair. She inhaled deeply, her breath heavy and wet, as if his scent itself was an addictive drug.
"Mmmhh... so sweet..." she whispered low, her eyes fluttering shut as her nose traced along the strands damp with sweat. "You don’t even realize... how much more beautiful your body becomes when it’s being destroyed."
Nathan shuddered violently, his heart squeezed as if from within. Cold sweat streamed down his temple, the clash of pain and pleasure tearing through his nerves until his head felt ready to burst.
Meanwhile, Livia watched with wide eyes—but shock was no longer the only thing there. Something else stirred in her—something that made her lips part slightly, her chest rising and falling in unsteady rhythm.
Why... why do I actually like watching this...?
Livia’s hand moved faster, firmer, her fingers pressing tightly along Nathan’s shaft. Her heart pounded out of control, her breath ragged, her face flushed scarlet.
Nathan’s body tensed hard, veins bulging, cold sweat pouring down.
In an instant, his body arched, and a hot burst shot out, spraying across Livia’s face. Thick white fluid streaked her cheek, some splashing onto her lips—freezing her in place.
Nathan’s body stiffened, then an explosive burst of semen shot out again, the thick white fluid splattering across Livia’s face without mercy. The hot liquid struck her caramel skin, sliding down her cheek, smearing across her lips before dripping onto her chin. The contrast was striking—sticky white staining her smooth brown complexion, making her look even wilder and dirtier.
"Ahhh—!" Livia gasped, her whole body stiff. Her eyes widened, feeling the sticky warmth sliding down from her cheek to her chin. Her chest heaved, her heart thundering as if ready to explode.
Nathan collapsed into Lilith’s embrace, his body still trembling, a final groan slipping weakly from his throat.
And right at that moment—