Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

He pushed off the pillar, his boots scuffing the stone floor, and walked toward Elise, his heart picking up with a mix of excitement and resolve.

"Hey, Elise," he said, his voice steady but warm, "want to spar with me?" She turned, her eyes lighting up, a bright smile spreading across her face that made his chest flutter.

"Sure," she said, wiping sweat from her brow, her voice eager but soft. She stepped away from the dummy, squaring up in the center of the training ring, her stance ready but relaxed.

Jae expected her to hang back, maybe play defensive given her gentle nature, her usual soft-spoken way.

He braced himself, ready to make the first move, but Elise surprised him, lunging forward with a quick jab aimed straight at his face.

His eyes widened, and he barely got his arms up in time, his mana shield flaring to block the blow. The force pushed him back a step, his boots sliding on the slick floor, and he let out a surprised laugh. "Whoa, that was fast!" he said, his voice tinged with admiration.

Elise grinned, her cheeks flushed from effort, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Keep up if you can," she said, her tone playful but challenging, a side of her Jae hadn't seen in the ring before.

She didn't let up, coming at him with a flurry of fists and kicks, her movements swift and relentless. Jae found himself on the defensive, his body weaving and dodging as her attacks came one after another, her punches whistling past his head, her kicks forcing him to pivot.

The hall's noise faded, his focus narrowing to Elise's quick steps and flashing fists. He threw a few punches back, his Strength making them heavy, but Elise was nimble, dodging most with a dancer's grace.

When she tried to block one, his fist connected with her raised arm, and the force sent her stumbling back, her eyes widening in surprise.

"You're really strong," she said, catching her breath, her voice a mix of awe and amusement as she shook out her arm.

Jae nodded, a grin tugging at his lips. "Yeah, but I wish I was faster," he said, his tone honest, his mind flashing to Fin's blinding speed in their duel.

Elise was gassed, her chest heaving as she leaned forward, hands on her knees, clearly spent from the spar.

But Jae felt alive, his high Stamina keeping his muscles loose and ready, his body itching to keep fighting.

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That night, he and Elsie were in his room again.

The lights were dim, the air still, and the weight of their closeness wrapped around them like a second skin. Elsie was on his lap, her knees on either side of him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders.

Her body pressed into his as she moved slowly at first, rubbing herself against his through the layers of clothing that remained between them. The friction sent a jolt through both of them, subtle but insistent.

She let out a low, shaky moan, the sound slipping past her lips before she could catch it. Her hips rocked into his, and her breath came faster, heavier, with each pass.

They were both fully dressed, but it hardly seemed to matter. The heat and desire between them had been simmering for a while now, and tonight, it boiled just beneath the surface.

Jae leaned back, propping himself up on his hands, watching her with a look that was half curiosity and half desire.

Her movements were fluid, rhythmic, and entirely driven by instinct. Her head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as she chased the orgasm building inside her, her lips parted in quiet gasps.

He felt it too, the pleasure and stimulation, even if dulled by fabric, were there. The way her body rubbed into his with desperate little rolls, the way her thighs tightened each time she shifted.

It was maddening in the best way and he could feel the tension building in his lower stomach, a pulse that answered hers with its own kind of need.

And still, he just watched. Let her enjoy herself. Let her lose herself in the feeling of grinding him.

Then, casually, as if to stoke the fire already burning, Jae reached up and began to unbutton her shirt. Elise didn't stop him.

Her eyes flickered down to his fingers, then back to his face, and she gave a small nod. One by one, he popped the buttons open, slow and deliberate, until just enough of her boobs we're revealed.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips across the curve of her chest. Then lower. She let out a gasp when he reached her boobs, his mouth sucking gently over one side, tongue flicking against sensitive skin.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders as her breath caught. The contact sent another wave rolling through her, sharper this time, her hips grinding into him faster now, chasing something that was nearly there.

Her moans grew louder, less restrained. The rhythm of her hips became erratic, urgent. She was close, he could tell from the way her whole body trembled against his, from the stuttering breath in her throat.

"I'm so close," she whispered, eyes glazed with heat.

Jae didn't say anything. He just held her, let her move the way she needed to. Her hands clung to him, her thighs shaking as she humped into him with desperate intensity.

Then, suddenly, her whole body tensed, and with a breathless cry, she collapsed forward. Her chest pressed into his, her forehead resting on his shoulder as the tremors of her orgasm overtook her.

She tried to hold herself up, but her limbs failed her. Her body gave out and she slumped sideways, falling onto the bed beside him, still shaking slightly as aftershocks rippled through her.

Jae let out a low chuckle and turned to glance at her. His voice was teasing, light with mischief.

"If that was enough to make you collapse," he said, raising an eyebrow, "how exactly are you planning to ride the real thing?"

Elise's entire face went red, and she immediately buried it in the pillow beside her, groaning something unintelligible. Embarrassment practically radiated off her in waves, her hands flailing to swat him away as he laughed.