FFF Class Auto Hero: The Weakest Class Turned Out To Be The Strongest?-Chapter 38: She Feeds Him

Lunareio closed the door to his quarters with a sigh, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders like a stone slab.

"I’m exhausted..." he muttered under his breath, loosening the collar of his collared robe. Their cold kiss against his skin welcoming him like an old friend.

His eyelids fluttered shut.

But he wasn’t completely asleep when he felt it—something warm and soft settling on top of him, sinking down over his hips and thighs like a second, living blanket. His eyes snapped open, and then he saw her.

Lilith.

Her breath hit his face with thick, steamy puffs, each exhale carrying the faint scent of roses mixed with a hint of something darker—desire?

Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her blindfold was gone.

Her eyes were deep pink, glowing—pupils heart-shaped and unnervingly wide.

Drool glistened at the edge of her lips, trailing down her chin in a delicate thread. Her curly dark purple hair spilled over his chest like moonlight silk.

Inwardly, he panicked.

’Why the fuck is she here? What’s up with that face she’s making... that drool...’

He sucked in a breath and steadied himself, attempting to keep his voice calm and composed.

"Lilith," he called out to her softly, "what do you think you’re doing, mounting your lord as if he were a horse?"

She blinked slowly, her lashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "Forgive me," she whispered, her voice trembling, "but... I thought this was the only way I could be close to you again. Ever since you returned... you’ve been distant."

Inwardly, he fumed.

’Distant!? Distant how!? Is that why you suddenly decided to sneak into my bed and take away the last shreds of purity I have in my soul!?’

Still, his eyes wandered—traitorous things they were—and traced her frame. Her body, sculpted and sinful, radiated warmth. Her skin was flushed with heat, droplets of sweat beading between the swell of her massive breasts.

’Shit, they’re even bigger up close...’

He gulped.

Her lips, glossy and parted, quivered ever so slightly.

But something else caught his eye—a shimmer beneath her skin. At first, he thought it was moonlight... but no. It pulsed. It breathed. A galaxy, caged in flesh.

It was Soulflare.

It was massive.

But not entirely hers, Lunareio could tell it was the dreams of many that were stored within her body. freewebnøvel.coɱ

And at the center of all of them was hers, a bright purple colour, it was beautiful.

His breath hitched.

’What the hell... It’s massive... Wait—wasn’t she going to give me the dreams she’d gathered? Is this what she meant?’

He was almost mesmerized.

He gulped.

’Control yourself, dammit—’

Until—ggrrwwlll.

His stomach growled loudly.

’You traitor!’

He thought, as if this moment couldn’t get worse his body had to anticipate the tastes of the countless dreams he was seeing before him.

Lilith giggled softly. "At least one part of you is still honest."

She smiled.

Her smile was radiant... and terrifying. It wasn’t lust alone—there was this hunger in it.

She traced a single, delicate finger down the center of his abdomen, stopping just above his navel with a featherlight tap that made his skin tighten beneath her touch.

"You broke a promise you made to me, my lord," she murmured, leaning in until her lips nearly brushed his. Her breath was warm as it brushed against his skin. "One that bound us in body and soul."

He kept his tone neutral, masking the storm of thoughts inside.

"Oh? And what may that be?"

She leaned even closer, their lips almost touching. "You promised you’d rely only on me when it came to the dreams you’d eat. That you’d never consume them yourself again. But today... you did. And it broke my heart. It made me feel like you didn’t love me anymore."

She dropped her face by his left side and spoke into his ear.

Her hand cupped his right cheek, her thumb stroking his skin with aching tenderness.

"The agony was unbearable."

His lips parted to reply—

—but then he felt it.

A warmth. A wetness.

A damp, spreading sensation at his lower half. Exactly where Lilith was seated.

His brows knit slowly. "Lilith... care to enlighten me as to what exactly is causing the strange warm wetness I’m currently experiencing?"

She giggled devilishly, her cheeks burning red. "It’s nothing more than the natural reaction of a woman... madly in love~."

He chuckled—dry and humorless. "I see."

’It’s confirmed—she’s insane, she has to get off me. Right. Now.’

He cleared his throat, eyes sharp. "If my actions felt cold... it’s only because my memories since returning have been hazy. It pains me to think that my actions caused you pain, truly I regret it."

Then his expression hardened, eyes narrowed and his eyes glowed slightly.

"But even so, that’s no excuse to pull something like this. I demand you get off me. Immediately."

She pouted, her lips trembling slightly. "I will... but first, promise me something."

He exhaled sharply. "Promise what?"

Her voice turned soft, dangerously so. "That you’ll rely on me again. That you won’t deny me of my purpose... the ecstasy of feeding you."

There was a pause. Her body pressed warmly against his. Her scent filled his nose, clouding his thoughts.

He stared at her—those beautiful eyes filled with desperate devotion.

He sighed.

"...Fine, I promise."

Lilith’s face lit up, a radiant smile breaking through her earlier intensity. She lingered for a moment, as if savoring the victory, before slowly sliding off him, her movements deliberate and teasing.

Lunareio exhaled sharply, his heart still pounding, wondering how he’d let things spiral this far in his own chambers.

Lilith stepped to the side of the bed and knelt, her knees sinking into the plush velvet carpet. With a gentle hand, she loosened the collar of her form-fitting robe, tugging it down just enough to reveal the swell of her chest.

Just above her cleavage, glowing faintly, was the mark—the Blue Fangs. A twin-tipped sigil that shimmered like liquid sapphire beneath her flushed skin, pulsing in sync with her heartbeat.

"I know you’re still hungry."

Her fingers trailed along the edge of the sigil, drawing his eyes to the source of its glow.

"This," she whispered, "is where I’ve kept them. The dreams I gathered during the centuries you were gone. Every last one."

"Five hundred years of sustenance," she breathed, her smile wistful. "Enough to keep you fed for five hundred more, if that’s what it takes."

She leaned forward, placing her hands on her thighs submissively.

"So, my lord..." Her voice dropped low. "Come and take your fill. Feed on me. On my love, my soul—whatever you need."

The mark on her chest flared, casting an eerie blue hue across her skin, painting her in light and shadow. It called to him, and he felt it—the pull. Like a tether between predator and willing prey. His throat dried, a phantom hunger clawing at his insides.

He sat up slowly, eyes locked onto hers.

"...Lilith," he said, his voice rough and low, "you don’t have to do this tonight... we could."

She tilted her head, exposing more of the sigil. "Please," she whispered, almost pleading now. "Let me serve you. Let me nourish you. Let me be useful."

’Shit, how can I say no when you say it like that!’

His hand hovered above her chest, just inches away from the mark.

The Blue Fangs pulsed faster.

His fingers trembled.

Just one taste...

Lunareio exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing with intensity.

"If that is what you want..."

"...then I suppose, as your lord, it is my responsibility to fulfill your wishes."

He leaned forward, his sharp canines glinting as his mouth parted. A soft glow radiated from within—and then, his tongue emerged. Slit down the center, glowing with a celestial blue light that shimmered like the surface of a distant galaxy.

It pulsed softly, as if resonating with her.

The moment his tongue neared her chest, the Blue Fangs sigil flared to life.

Light burst outward in tendrils, and with it came the Soulflare—an iridescent stream of violet and silver, pouring from the mark like stardust and liquid moonlight.

Lilith gasped, her back arching slightly as her body trembled beneath the sensation.

Her glowing pink eyes widened, pupils expanding with ecstasy. She bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat.

"Ahh..." she exhaled, her voice breaking into a trembling moan. Her fingers dug into the soft carpet as the energy flowed out of her and into him.

Lunareio drank deeply.

The dreams spilled into his mouth—bitter, sweet, painful, passionate. Centuries of lonely nights, longing stares, whispered prayers in the dark. Every dream she’d ever collected for him, every feeling she’d buried during his absence—he felt it all.

And then—

He stopped.

His mouth closed slowly. The glow faded from his tongue, the markings on her chest dimming into a soft, pulsating blue once more.

Lilith panted, her cheeks flushed and her lips trembling. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her voice breathless.

"I-Is that all...?" she asked, looking up at him with hopeful desperation. "I could still handle more. You don’t need to stop, I—"

Suddenly, Lunareio collapsed forward.

"L-Lord—!?" she gasped, catching him just in time.

But he didn’t respond.

She blinked, then realized... his breath was slow. Steady. Peaceful.

He was asleep.

Her expression softened into a warm, loving smile.

Carefully, she shifted her position, cradling his head in her lap. Her fingers gently brushed through his soft white hair, calming the residual energy still crackling around her body.

"Sleep tight, my love," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. "I’ll watch over you. Like always."

Outside the window, moonlight spilled across the stone floor—silent and silver—while within, the two remained bathed in soft blue afterglow, tangled in a bond neither time nor fate could sever.