Farmboy becomes King with the Lust System

Jae exhaled, his breath slow and controlled. He knew Yuna well enough to understand this wasn't only about affection, it was about proving something, about staking her claim before someone else could. In this dungeon, where every hour felt heavier than the last, emotions didn't just surface. They boiled over.

The smaller cave was cooler than the main one, the sound of dripping water echoing softly off the stone walls. A faint breeze seemed to swirl through, carrying the damp, earthy smell of the underground.

Yuna stood close to Jae, her dark eyes locked on his, her lips curling into that half-smile that always made it hard for him to think straight.

She stepped forward and, without asking, pressed her lips to his. At first, he was still, caught between surprise and the faint thought that he should stop this.

But the warmth of her mouth and the insistence of her kiss tugged at his resolve like waves eroding a stone.

Within seconds, he found himself kissing her back, their lips moving in sync as if they had done this countless times before.

His hands rose almost on their own, settling against the small of her back, pulling her closer. She melted into him, their bodies touching from chest to hip.

The heat between them grew, and his hand slid lower, resting over the curve of her butt. He gave a gentle squeeze, and she let out a soft moan, pressing against him more firmly.

The contact made her acutely aware of the hardness between them, and a mix of excitement and nervous energy rushed through her, sparking in her veins.

For a moment, Jae almost lost himself completely. But he caught his breath and pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Yuna," he murmured, his voice low and steady, "I'm not going to… not like this."

Her brows furrowed slightly. "Why not? You don't want me?"

"I do," he admitted without hesitation, his thumb brushing over her waist. "Too much, maybe. But I want our first time to be… different. Special. Not in some cold cave while everyone else waits."

She studied him for a moment, her lips curling in a way that told him she wasn't about to give up. "Then what?" she asked.

He hesitated, then suggested, "We could… compromise."

Her brow arched. "Compromise?"

He gave a small, almost sheepish smile. "Yeah. Maybe… you could use your mouth instead."

For a moment, she only stared at him, then laughed quietly, shaking her head. "Fine," she said at last, her tone teasing, "but only because you asked nicely."

That was all the permission he needed. He leaned in, kissing her again, this time with more hunger. His hands roamed over her sides, feeling every curve through the thin fabric.

Her fingers trailed down his stomach, then to the front of his pants, her touch light but deliberate. She traced the outline of his dick through the cloth, and he inhaled sharply, his body reacting instantly.

Her touch seemed to make him harder by the second, the tension building until it was almost painful. He kissed along her jaw, then her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his lips.

She let out another quiet moan as her hand slipped into his waistband. Her fingers brushed his skin first, then wrapped around his dick, and she froze for a second in surprise.

"Warm…" she murmured, glancing up at him.

He smirked faintly, though his voice came out rough. "Hard for you."

Her smile deepened, and she slowly brought him out, her eyes flicking between his face and what she held. She studied him with a mix of curiosity and mischief, as though memorizing this moment.

"This isn't the best position," he said, his voice low.

She tilted her head. "What position is, then?"

"You'd have to kneel," he replied.

Immediately she scoffed. "I'm not kneeling."

He chuckled. "Why not?"

"I don't like kneeling," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He thought for a second, then nodded toward a smooth boulder at the side of the cave. "Then sit there. You'll be level with me."

She considered it for a moment, then shrugged. "Fine."

She perched herself on the boulder, the cool stone contrasting with the warmth building between them.

Now that she was eye-level with his dick, she could see every detail, and for a brief moment she simply looked, taking in the shape and the faint rise and fall of his breathing.

Her fingers wrapped around him again, giving a slow, almost testing stroke before leaning in. She let the tip brush her lips, then gave it a small, curious taste. Her brow furrowed faintly. "Salty," she said under her breath.

He chuckled, the sound low in his chest. "You'll get used to it. Just… go ahead."

She rolled her eyes playfully but leaned forward again, this time taking just the head into her mouth. The warmth and softness surprised her, far more pleasant than she had imagined.

Her eyes flicked up to him, catching the way his jaw tightened slightly and his hand rested gently on the back of her head, not pushing, just there, grounding the moment

The cave felt smaller now, the air thicker, the rest of the world slipping away. The steady sound of dripping water seemed distant, replaced by the quiet, unsteady breaths they shared.

She pulled back slightly, her lips gliding over his dick, then leaned in again, testing different rhythms. Jae's hand moved to her shoulder, his thumb brushing her collarbone.

"You're… amazing," he muttered, his voice breaking slightly.

Her lips curved faintly at the praise, though she didn't stop. The tension between them built like a slow-burning fire, each passing moment feeding the heat.

Jae's gaze never left her, the sight of her there, focused entirely on him, making it harder to keep control.

Her movements became more confident, her hands and mouth working together, finding a pace that made his breath catch again and again. The dim light from the cave's entrance caught in her hair, casting soft highlights that made the moment seem almost unreal.

He tilted his head back briefly, exhaling through his nose, then looked down at her again. "Yuna…" he said, his tone carrying both a warning and a plea.