Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

Jae shifted slightly, his hand gliding across her waist as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. Yuna's body was warm beneath him, her breathing shallow from the tension that still lingered in the room.

He kissed her again, lower this time, and then slowly trailed his lips across her collarbone, savoring the way her skin responded to every touch.

Without a word, he moved further down, bringing his mouth to her boobs. His lips wrapped gently around one of her pink nipples, and he sucked lightly, teasing with a mix of affection and mischief.

Yuna gasped, a sound somewhere between a moan and a surprised laugh slipping from her lips as her back arched instinctively.

"Jae…" she whispered, eyes half-closed.

He didn't push it further.

As promised, he pulled back after a while, resting his forehead against her chest with a grin.

They both knew he had promised her no sex, and he wasn't about to break that now. Instead, he simply wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer until her head rested comfortably under his chin.

They lay there quietly, skin against skin, the energy between them softening into something calmer, more tender.

After a few moments, Yuna spoke, her voice muffled slightly. "You do know Sun would kill you if she knew I was in here like this, right?"

Jae chuckled, brushing her hair back. "Probably," he said, smirking. "But I'm harder to kill than I look."

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The dormitory room was wrapped in a calm, quiet stillness, the air filled with the gentle, soothing smell of lavender mixed with the faint, dusty scent of old parchment from books stacked messily on a nearby wooden table.

Elise sat cross-legged on her soft bed, the faint creak of the mattress barely noticeable as she settled in, the dim, warm glow of a mana-lit lantern casting a cozy, golden light across the rough, gray stone walls, making soft shadows flicker in the corners.

A big, heavy book lay open in front of her, its worn, yellowed pages filled with old stories about healers from long ago, the edges tattered from years of use.

The room was peaceful, her roommates' beds empty except for Kalia, who lounged lazily on her own bed nearby, her dirty blonde hair spilling in a tangled mess over her pillow, catching the lantern's soft light.

Elise's dark hair hung loose, falling around her face in gentle waves as she studied the book, her forehead wrinkled with deep focus, her eyes moving quickly over the faded words.

The book told stories of amazing healers who had done incredible things, saving whole towns from deadly sickness, making people stronger against disease, and cleaning dirty water and spoiled food with their powerful magic.

Their stories were grand, their names written in history forever, but Elise's heart wasn't moved by these tales of saving lives.

She wasn't looking for stories of kind, gentle healers; she wanted to know if any healer had ever really fought, standing strong in the middle of a fierce battle, using their magic like a weapon.

Ranked number five in her class, her healing magic was amazing, able to close cuts and bruises in just seconds, but the recent tournament had shown its weaknesses.

She had struggled against students who were supposed to be weaker, their fast attacks too much for her, even though she could heal quickly, leaving her feeling trapped, like a bird locked in a cage with broken wings.

There has to be a way, she thought, her chest tight with worry about falling behind, about losing her spot among the academy's best fighters.

She loved fighting, the exciting rush of the arena, the clash of fists and magic that made her heart race, and the thought of giving it up to live a quiet healer's life, what her father wanted, what her brothers always pushed, made her stomach twist with dread.

Kalia moved on her bed, propping herself up on one elbow, her green eyes shining with curiosity in the dim light. "Elise, why aren't you out training?" she asked, her voice light but nosy, her head tilting as she looked at her roommate. "You're hardly in the arena anymore. You've been stuck to that book all day."

Elise looked up, her cheeks getting warm, her fingers stopping on the page as she met Kalia's eyes. "I'm looking for something," she said, her voice short but soft, her eyes dropping back to the book. "I need to find it as soon as possible."

Kalia raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a small, teasing smile, but she didn't push. Instead, she stood up, stretching her arms slowly, and walked out of the room, her footsteps fading down the stone hallway, leaving Elise alone with her thoughts.

Elise let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders sagging, the pressure of her search feeling heavier than ever. I'm not giving up, she thought, flipping another page with a quiet rustle, her stubborn will burning like a tiny flame in a storm.

Later, Kalia came back, carrying a simple wooden tray with a small meal. fresh bread, a chunk of soft cheese, and a steaming bowl of stew, its warm, savory smell filling the room.

"You haven't eaten since you got back," Kalia said, setting the tray next to Elise with a soft clink, her voice kind but firm, her eyes showing a bit of worry. "You need energy, bookworm."

Elise's lips formed a small, thankful smile, her heart warming at her roommate's care. "Thanks," she said quietly, her voice gentle, as she moved the book aside and took the tray, the warm bread feeling comforting in her hands.

She ate slowly, enjoying the rich taste of the stew, its warmth spreading through her tired body, easing the soreness in her muscles from the tournament's tough fights.

Kalia flopped back onto her bed, watching Elise with a mix of fun and concern, but stayed quiet, letting the calm settle over the room like a soft blanket.

Elise's fork stopped halfway to her mouth as her eyes caught a line in the book, her heart skipping a beat. A healer who fought.

Her eyes widened, the fork clattering loudly onto the tray as she leaned forward, her food forgotten.

The words told of a woman named Veyra, a fighter who had mastered a strange skill, mixing her healing magic with battle.

Veyra used her deep knowledge of the body to push past its normal limits, using her healing magic not to fix wounds but to make her strength, speed, and accuracy stronger in fights.

Elise's breath caught, her fingers shaking as she read, the story painting a clear picture of Veyra's. Apparently she used her high knowledge of the human anatomy and physical to locate weak spots and then hit those spots, causing her enemies bodies to override and be useless.

This is it, Elise thought, her heart racing, a bright spark of hope lighting up inside her. She could almost feel the magic in her own hands, the chance to turn her healing into a weapon.