Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

For her, the feeling was strange at first, a tight, full pressure that stole her breath. Her body was still adjusting, muscles learning the rhythm of something entirely new. It wasn't painful, just unfamiliar.

But then he began to move, slowly withdrawing until only the tip remained inside.

The moment he pulled out, Elise felt a sudden emptiness, like her body was reaching for something that had just left. She glanced back, breath unsteady.

"Put it again," she whispered.

Jae didn't hesitate. He pressed forward once more, this time with less resistance. Her body accepted him more easily now, the discomfort replaced by a subtle heat that started to spread through her lower back and hips.

She braced herself as he began to move with a rhythm, the motion steady and careful at first.

Each thrust deepened the sensation, her body slowly syncing with the movement.

What had begun as pressure and strain evolved into something else, a different kind of pleasure. It wasn't sharp or fast. It was slow, growing, consuming her one second at a time.

She exhaled shakily, then moaned without meaning to. "Ohh.."

It felt good.

Too good.

Jae's grip tightened on her waist as he picked up the pace, his own breathing growing heavier.

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, ~slap slap slap~.

His groans joined hers, rough and low, growing more strained as the tension inside him climbed. He leaned forward slightly, his mouth brushing her shoulder as he thrust his dick deeper.

Elise lost herself in it. The sensation, the weight of his body behind her, the way everything else in the world seemed to blur until only this moment existed.

Then he tensed.

A rough exhale, one last thrust, and she felt the sudden warmth of his seed being released deep inside her.

They stayed like that for a breath, two, before Jae finally pulled back and collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling.

System Notification:

<+20 Lust Points>

<Achievement Unlocked: Alternate Route Conquered>

<Reward: +4 Refresh Elixirs>

Jae glanced at her with a tired grin.

"Worth it," he muttered.

Xxx

Elise walked back to her dorm under the cool night air, the academy's cobbled paths glowing faintly from the mana lanterns that lined them. The scent of autumn leaves mingled with the hum of magical wards, a reminder that the tournament was over but the academy's magic never slept.

Her clothes felt heavy, slightly rumpled from the intense sex she just had, and her dark hair hung loose, freed from its tie. Jae had walked her as far as the dorm boundary allowed. His teasing grin lingered in her mind even after he disappeared into the darkness.

Now alone, her boots clicked softly on the stones, her thoughts swirling with the tournament's events… Jae's victory, her own defeat, and the quiet ache she hadn't shared.

She reached the female dorm, a sturdy stone building with ivy snaking up its walls, its windows glowing with the warm flicker of lanterns inside.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, its creak echoed in the quiet hall, and Elise slipped inside, her steps light to avoid disturbing her roommates.

The common room was dim, smelling of lavender and old parchment, with three beds lined against the walls. Her roommates lay sprawled, their breathing soft and even, lost in sleep.

Elise exhaled, grateful for the stillness, but as she stepped toward her bed, one stirred. Kalia, her dirty blonde hair splayed across her pillow, cracked open an eye, a teasing glint sparkling in the low light.

"Sneaking back from the newbie's room again, Elise?" Kalia asked, her voice low but dripping with mischief, the words carrying a teasing lilt that made Elise's heart skip.

Elise's cheeks flushed instantly, a warm rush of heat spreading up her neck as she clutched her cloak tighter, her fingers gripping the fabric nervously. "Mind your own business, Kalia," she muttered, her tone sharp but tinged with flustered embarrassment, her eyes darting away to avoid Kalia's knowing gaze. Kalia sat up, her smirk widening, her hair falling in a messy cascade over her shoulders.

"You're walking kinda funny," she teased, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, her eyes twinkling with delight. "What'd that champion do to you this time put it in your ass?"

Elise froze, mortified, her face burning as she spun back. "Shut up!" she hissed, her voice a mix of embarrassment and exasperation, her hands clenching into fists.

Kalia just chuckled, her eyes twinkling, and flopped back onto her bed, closing her eyes with a smug grin, leaving Elise to fume in silence.

Elise hurried into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her, the air cool and tinged with the scent of soap. She turned on the faucet, warm water splashing into the basin, and washed her face, the heat easing her flushed cheeks.

She peeled off her clothes, stiff with sweat and dust from the tournament, and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her, soothing her aching muscles.

Her mind churned, replaying Kalia's teasing and her own struggles in the arena. She'd fought hard, her healing magic keeping her standing longer than expected, but her loss to Sun stung, a wound deeper than any physical bruise.

As she scrubbed, the water a fleeting comfort, she let herself dwell on the sadness she'd hidden from Jae and everyone else.

Back in her room, Elise dried off, her towel soft against her skin, and slipped into a loose nightgown, its fabric cool and comforting. She padded across the stone floor, her bare feet silent, and sank onto her bed, the mattress creaking slightly.

Kalia and the other roommate were asleep again, their soft snores filling the quiet. Elise lay back, staring at the ceiling's faint cracks, her heart heavy with a sadness she'd kept buried.

Ranked number five in the class, she was powerful by any measure, but it felt hollow.

Her healing magic, while incredible, wasn't combat-suited, and she'd struggled against weaker classmates in the tournament, their attacks overwhelming her despite her ability to heal.

I'm supposed to be strong, she thought, her throat tightening, the weight of her limitations pressing down as she tossed restlessly