'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 3: Private Lessons and Forbidden Touches

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Private Lessons and Forbidden Touches

Chapter 3: Private Lessons and Forbidden Touches

Tuesday evening arrived faster than Draven expected.

Two days had passed since his combat class debut. Two days of whispers following him through academy halls. Two days of students reevaluating the "third son failure."

And two days of anticipation for this moment.

Professor Astrid’s office hours.

[DING! QUEST ALERT]

[QUEST: "Teacher’s Pet"]

Objective: Attend Professor Astrid’s "private tutoring" session

Hidden Objective: Seduce her (She’s DTF, Host. Don’t fuck this up.)

Rewards:

2,000 VP (First R18 partner bonus!)

Skill: [Enhanced Stamina Lv.1]

Professor Astrid becomes Harem Member

Academic Benefits (better grades, special training)

Failure Penalty:

You remain a virgin

Professor thinks you’re all talk

Missed opportunity for MILF experience

[Time Limit: Tonight]

Draven stood outside her office door. Third floor of the academic building. The hallway was empty—evening classes had ended. Only dedicated students remained in the library two floors down.

Private. Secluded.

Perfect.

He knocked. Tap tap tap.

"Come in." Her voice, muffled through wood.

Draven opened the door.

Professor Astrid’s office was smaller than expected. Bookshelves lined three walls, packed with texts on combat theory, magical applications, historical battles. A desk occupied the center, neat and organized. Behind it, a window overlooked the academy grounds, curtains half-drawn.

And behind the desk sat Astrid.

She’d changed from her teaching robes. Now she wore a simple white blouse—top two buttons undone—and a dark skirt. Her auburn hair was down, falling past her shoulders. The glasses remained, but somehow they made her look more... approachable. Sexy librarian energy.

"Mr. Arclight." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Punctual. I appreciate that."

Draven sat. "You said you had private tutoring available."

"I did." She stood. Walked around the desk. Leaned against it, facing him. Her legs crossed. The skirt rode up slightly, showing a hint of thigh. "Tell me, what subject needs tutoring?"

"Combat application." Draven met her eyes. Didn’t look at her legs. Yet. "I want to refine my techniques."

"Hmm." Astrid tapped her chin. "Your Void Palm Strike was impressive. But raw. Unpolished. You clearly learned it from a manual, not a master."

"Correct."

"Manuals can only teach so much. Real mastery requires..." She paused. Smiled slightly. "...hands-on experience."

The double meaning hung in the air.

[She’s laying it on THICK. This is your green light, Host!]

"I’m a very hands-on learner," Draven said.

Astrid’s smile widened. She uncrossed her legs. Stood. "Then let’s begin."

She walked to the door. Locked it. Click.

The sound echoed in the quiet room.

Then she waved her hand. Mana pulsed. A privacy barrier shimmered into existence around the office—soundproofing, visual distortion for anyone looking in through the window.

A-Rank magic. Effortless for her.

"Can’t have interruptions during private lessons," Astrid said. She turned back to him. "Can we?"

Draven stood. "No. We can’t."

They faced each other. Three feet apart.

The air felt charged. Electric.

Astrid bit her lower lip. "You know, I’ve been teaching for five years. Never once have I offered private tutoring to a student."

"I’m honored."

"You should be." She stepped closer. Two feet. "Do you know why I made an exception for you?"

"Because I’m talented?"

"Because you’re interesting." Another step. One foot. "And because when you fought in my class, the way you moved... confident, controlled, dangerous..." Her breathing had quickened. "It reminded me that I’m not just a professor. I’m a woman. And I’ve been very, very lonely."

Her hand reached up. Touched his chest. Over his heart. Over the mana core pulsing beneath.

"Tell me, Draven." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Did you come here for tutoring? Or for something else?"

[SAY THE LINE!]

"Both," Draven said. His hand covered hers. "But I think we should start with the ’something else.’"

Astrid’s eyes darkened. "Good answer."

She closed the distance.

Their lips met.

Soft. Her mouth was warm, tasting of tea and something sweet. The kiss started gentle—exploratory. Her lips moved against his, testing, learning.

Then she deepened it.

Her tongue slipped past his lips. Slick. Hot. She kissed like she fought—aggressive, skilled, taking what she wanted.

Draven’s hands found her waist. Pulled her closer. Her body pressed against his. Curves against muscle. Heat blooming between them.

"Mmm..." Astrid moaned into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair.

They broke for air. Both breathing hard.

"Haa... haa..." Astrid’s cheeks were flushed. Her glasses slightly fogged. "For a student, you kiss very well."

"I’m a quick learner."

"Let’s test that." She grabbed his hand. Led him to the desk. Pushed papers aside. Hopped up to sit on the edge.

Her legs parted. Draven stepped between them.

This time when they kissed, it was hungry. Desperate. Her hands pulled at his shirt, untucking it. His hands slid up her thighs, over smooth skin, under her skirt.

"Ahh..." Astrid gasped when his fingers brushed higher. "Someone’s... confident..."

"You said hands-on learning."

"I did, didn’t I?" She bit his lower lip. Nip. "Then learn this."

She guided his hand higher. To the apex of her thighs. Over fabric—lace, he realized. Panties. Already damp.

"Feel that?" Astrid breathed against his ear. "That’s what you do to me. Just by existing. Just by being... you."

Draven’s fingers pressed against the wet lace. She was soaked. Her hips rolled against his hand, seeking friction.

"Nnn..." Her breathing came faster. "Inside. Touch me inside."

He hooked a finger under the lace. Pulled it aside. Found wet heat. Slick. So wet his finger slid in easily.

"Fuck!" Astrid’s head tilted back. Her hands gripped the desk edge. "Yes... like that..."

Draven added a second finger. Thrust. In. Out. Slow. Deliberate. His thumb found her clit. Circled.

"Ahhh! Haa... haa..." Her moans filled the office. The privacy barrier contained the sound, but in here, it was loud. Raw.

Her inner walls clenched around his fingers. Hot. Tight. Rhythmic pulses as her arousal built.

"You’re... really good at this," Astrid panted. "Have you... done this before?"

"First time," Draven lied smoothly.

"Bullshit. You’re too— ahhhn!" Her words cut off as he curled his fingers, finding that spot inside.

Thrust. Thrust. Squelch. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping filled the room. Obscene. Erotic.

Astrid’s glasses slipped down her nose. Her carefully pinned hair came loose. The professional professor facade crumbled, replaced by a woman lost in pleasure.

"I’m... I’m close..." Her voice broke. "Don’t stop. Please don’t stop..."

[DING! Intimacy milestone approaching!]

[Make her cum and you’ll unlock MAJOR rewards!]

Draven increased his pace. Thrust thrust thrust. His thumb pressed harder on her clit. Rubbed in tight circles.

"Draven!" Astrid’s nails dug into his shoulders. "I’m— I’m—"

She shattered.

"AHHHN!" Her back arched. Her thighs clamped around his hand. Her pussy spasmed, clenching rhythmically. Spurt. Wetness flooded his hand.

She came hard. Trembling. Gasping. Eyes squeezed shut behind crooked glasses.

[DING! FIRST ORGASM DELIVERED!]

[Rewards:]

Professor Astrid: Affection +20 (35/100)

Professor Astrid: Desire Unlocked (60/100 - She wants MORE)

+500 VP (Milestone bonus)

Astrid slumped forward, forehead resting on his shoulder. "Fuck... that was... you really are a quick learner..."

"The lesson’s not over yet," Draven said.

She looked up. Her eyes were hazy. Satisfied but hungry. "No?"

He pulled his hand free. Slick. Sticky with her arousal. Brought his fingers to his mouth. Tasted.

Sweet. Musky. Her.

Astrid watched. Her breathing hitched. "That’s... really hot."

"Your turn to teach me something," Draven said.

"Oh?" She smiled. Dangerous. "What do you want to learn?"

He gestured down. His pants were tented. Obvious.

Astrid followed his gaze. Licked her lips. "Anatomy lessons. Practical application." She slid off the desk. Knelt.

On her knees. In front of him. Professor Astrid Ravenclaw, A-Rank combat mage, academy instructor. Kneeling.

[YESSSS! This is HAPPENING!]

Her hands worked his belt. Clink. Button. Zipper. Zip. She pulled his pants down.

His cock sprang free. Hard. Aching.

Astrid’s eyes widened. "Well. You’re certainly... proportional."

She wrapped her hand around him. Firm. Warm. Stroked once. Twice.

"Haa..." Draven’s breath caught.

"Sensitive," she purred. "Good."

She leaned forward. Her tongue licked the tip. Slurp. Just once. Tasting.

Then she took him into her mouth.

Hot. Wet. Tight. Her lips sealed around him. Her tongue swirled. Slick slick slick.

"Fuck," Draven groaned.

Astrid hummed. The vibration sent shivers through him. She took him deeper. Inch by inch. Her throat opened.

Glk. She gagged slightly. Pulled back. Tried again.

This time, she took him all the way. Her nose pressed against his pelvis.

Deep throat.

"Ahhh..." Draven’s hand found her hair. Not forcing. Just... holding.

Astrid pulled back. Pop. Gasped for air. "Haa... haa... been a while since I did that..."

"You’re doing great," Draven said.

She smiled. Kissed the tip. "Flatterer."

Then she got to work.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Her head bobbed. Fast. Enthusiastic. Spit and pre-cum made everything slick. The sounds were obscene. Wet. Desperate.

Her hand stroked what didn’t fit in her mouth. Schlick schlick schlick. Twisting. Squeezing.

Draven’s hips moved on their own. Shallow thrusts. Fucking her mouth.

Astrid moaned around him. Mmph... mmm... The vibrations were incredible.

"I’m close," Draven warned.

She pulled back. Pop. "Then finish."

"Where—"

"Wherever you want." Her hand kept stroking. Schlick schlick. Fast. "On my face. In my mouth. Your choice."

[Decision time, Host! Choose wisely!]

"Mouth," Draven said. "Swallow."

Astrid’s eyes gleamed. "Greedy. I like it."

She took him back in. Slurp. Deep. Her throat worked around him.

Draven’s control snapped.

"Fuck, I’m—"

He came.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Hot. Thick. Directly down her throat.

Astrid’s eyes watered. She held him there. Swallowing. Glk. Glk. Taking everything.

When he finished, she pulled back slowly. Pop. Licked her lips.

"Mmm. Not bad." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "For a first lesson."

[DING! FIRST R18 COMPLETION!]

[MASSIVE REWARDS INCOMING!]

[QUEST COMPLETE: "Teacher’s Pet"]

Rewards:

2,000 VP (First Partner Bonus!)

500 VP (Made her cum)

300 VP (Received oral)

Skill Unlocked: [Enhanced Stamina Lv.1] (Last 30% longer in bed)

Professor Astrid: HAREM MEMBER CONFIRMED

Professor Astrid: Affection 35/100 → 50/100

Professor Astrid: Desire 60/100 → 85/100 (She’s HOOKED)

[ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: "No Longer a Virgin"]

[Bonus: +500 VP]

[NEW STAT REVEALED: Sexual Experience]

[Current: Beginner → Intermediate (She taught you well)]

[Total VP Earned: 3,300]

[Current VP Total: 4,750]

[LEVEL UP!]

[C-Rank (Peak) → B-Rank (Low Stage)]

[Congratulations! You broke through! Mana capacity increased by 200%!]

Draven felt the change immediately. His mana core surged. The blue crystal in his chest expanded, deepened in color. Power flooded his channels. His body felt lighter. Stronger. Faster.

B-Rank. At eighteen. Most practitioners took years to reach this level.

He’d done it in three days.

"Draven?" Astrid stood, adjusting her skirt. "You’re... glowing?"

He looked down. Dark energy rippled across his skin. The breakthrough’s side effect.

"Just advanced," he said casually.

"To... B-Rank?" Her eyes widened. "Just now? From that?"

[She’s confused. Don’t explain the System. Make something up!]

"Dual cultivation," Draven lied. "Physical pleasure accelerates mana flow. Intense orgasms trigger breakthroughs."

Astrid blinked. "That’s... actually a real technique. But it requires both partners to practice specific methods. We didn’t—"

"I’ve been studying advanced theory." More lies. Smooth ones. "Guess it worked."

She studied him. Suspicious. Then shrugged. "Well. I’m not complaining. If sex with me made you stronger..." Her smile turned predatory. "We should do this more often."

[Affection +5]

[Professor Astrid: 55/100]

[She wants to be your cultivation partner now. Nice!]

"I’m available for private lessons anytime," Draven said.

"Good. Because next time..." Astrid stepped close. Pressed against him. Her lips brushed his ear. "...we’re going all the way. I want to feel what B-Rank stamina can do."

Shiver.

[Desire +10]

[Professor Astrid: 95/100]

[She’s basically in heat for you now. One more session and she’ll be completely devoted~]

"I’ll make sure to prepare," Draven said.

They cleaned up. Astrid used magic to fix her hair, straighten her clothes. Within minutes, she looked like the professional professor again.

Except for the flush in her cheeks. And the satisfied smile.

"Same time Thursday?" she asked.

"I’ll be here."

"Good boy." She patted his chest. "Now go. Before someone gets suspicious."

Draven left the office. The privacy barrier dissolved behind him.

The hallway was still empty. Good.

He walked toward the exit, mind racing.

B-Rank. 4,750 VP. One harem member secured. Multiple others in progress.

The original Draven would’ve died in forty-four days.

This Draven was getting stronger by the hour.

[Congratulations, Host! First sexual conquest complete! How does it feel to be a Chad?]

Efficient.

[COLD. But accurate. Now, speaking of efficiency... time to check on Mommy Dearest~]

[NEW QUEST AVAILABLE]

[QUEST: "Mother’s Concern"]

Objective: Return home. Elise will be waiting up for you (she always does). Have a late-night conversation that pushes boundaries.

Goal: Raise Desire to 30/100

Rewards:

800 VP

Elise: Desire +10 (guaranteed)

Unlocks next phase of seduction

[This is a PROGRESSION quest. You can’t jump straight to fucking your mom. Build the tension first~]

Draven summoned a carriage. The ride home took twenty minutes.

Arclight Manor was dark except for a few windows. Most of the family asleep.

But one light remained on. Second floor. Elise’s sitting room.

She was waiting.

Draven entered through the main door. The guard nodded. Didn’t question him—young nobles came and went at all hours.

He climbed the stairs. Approached her door.

Raised his hand to knock—

"Come in, Draven."

She’d sensed him. A-Rank awareness.

He opened the door.

Elise sat by the fireplace, a book in her lap. She wore a silk nightgown—modest, but the firelight made it slightly translucent. Her silver-white hair was down, loose.

She looked up. Smiled. "You’re home late."

"Professor’s office hours," Draven said. "Extra tutoring."

"Tutoring." Something flickered in her eyes. "With Professor Ravenclaw?"

"Yes."

"I see." She set the book aside. "Come. Sit with me."

Draven sat in the chair opposite hers. The fire crackled between them. Warm. Intimate.

Elise studied him. "You seem... different. Again. Did something happen?"

"I advanced to B-Rank."

Her eyes widened. "B-Rank? Draven, that’s... that’s incredible! How?"

"Intensive training. Breakthrough during meditation."

A half-truth. Close enough.

Elise stood. Rushed over. Pulled him into a hug. "I’m so proud of you!"

Her body pressed against his. Soft. Warm. The nightgown was thin. He felt everything. The curve of her breasts against his chest. The warmth of her thighs when she basically straddled his lap in her excitement.

[Desire check: 22/100]

[She’s not aware of how intimate this position is. Make her aware~]

Draven’s hands settled on her waist. Holding her. Not pushing away.

"Mother," he said softly.

"Yes?" She pulled back slightly. Realized their position. Her eyes widened. She was sitting on his lap. Thighs on either side of his. Face inches from his.

Her breath caught.

"I’m... sorry. I got carried away." She started to move.

Draven’s hands tightened. Just a little. Not forcing. Just... holding. "It’s okay."

They stayed like that. Her on his lap. His hands on her waist. Eyes locked.

The fire crackled. Snap. Pop.

"Draven..." Elise’s voice was breathy. "We shouldn’t..."

"Shouldn’t what?"

"This. This is... inappropriate. You’re my son. I shouldn’t be sitting on you like this."

"Why not? You’re happy for me. Excited. It’s natural."

"But..." Her hands rested on his shoulders. "People might misunderstand."

"There’s no one here but us."

"Still..."

Draven studied her face. Saw the conflict. Maternal instinct warring with something else. Something she wouldn’t admit.

[Push a little. Not too much. Just enough to plant seeds~]

"You’re beautiful, Mother," Draven said. Simple. Honest.

Elise’s breath hitched. "Draven, you can’t say things like that."

"Why not? It’s true."

"Because I’m your mother. Sons don’t... they don’t call their mothers beautiful like that."

"Like what?"

"Like... like you want me." The words tumbled out. Then she froze. Realized what she’d said.

Silence.

The fire crackled.

"Do I?" Draven asked quietly.

Elise stared at him. Her face flushed. "I... you... this conversation is inappropriate." She tried to stand.

Draven let her go this time.

She retreated to her chair. Clutched the book like a shield. Wouldn’t meet his eyes.

"I’m sorry," Draven said. "I made you uncomfortable."

"No. Yes. I don’t know." Elise pressed a hand to her forehead. "You’ve changed so much. Sometimes I look at you and I don’t see my little boy anymore. I see a man. A strong, confident, handsome man. And that’s... confusing."

[Desire +5]

[Current: 27/100]

[She’s aware now. She’s THINKING about it. Mission accomplished~]

"I’m still your son," Draven said gently. "That hasn’t changed."

"Hasn’t it?" She looked at him. Tears in her eyes. "The old Draven needed me. Depended on me. But you... you don’t need anyone anymore. You’re strong now. You’ll leave. Find a wife. Build your own life. And I’ll be alone again."

Ah. There it was. The real issue.

Loneliness. Fear of abandonment.

Draven stood. Walked over. Knelt beside her chair. Took her hand.

"I will never leave you," he said. "Wife or no wife. Power or no power. You’re my mother. You’re irreplaceable."

A tear rolled down her cheek. "You promise?"

"I promise."

She pulled him into another hug. This one desperate. Clinging.

Draven held her. Let her cry. His face buried in her hair. Her scent—flowers and something uniquely her.

They stayed like that for a long time.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were red but calm.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Always."

[QUEST COMPLETE: "Mother’s Concern"]

Rewards:

800 VP

Elise: Desire +8 (Total: 30/100 - MILESTONE!)

Relationship deepened

Foundation strengthened

[ACHIEVEMENT: "Emotional Manipulation (Wholesome Edition)"]

[You made her feel needed while planting seeds of desire. Well done, you magnificent bastard.]

[Current VP: 5,550]

[NOTE: Elise is now at the threshold. 30/100 Desire means she’s starting to have "thoughts." Give it time and keep pushing boundaries. Soon~]

Draven said goodnight. Returned to his room.

Collapsed on his bed.

What a day.

B-Rank. First sexual experience. Multiple harem members progressing. Mother’s desire awakening.

Forty-four days until original death date.

But at this rate?

He’d be unstoppable long before then.

[Daily Summary:]

Advanced to B-Rank

Professor Astrid: Harem Member #1 (55/100 Affection, 95/100 Desire)

Elise: 30/100 Desire (Threshold reached)

VP: 5,550 (RICH!)

Sexual Experience: Beginner → Intermediate

[Tomorrow’s Preview: Seraphina makes her move. And the System unlocks the Shop’s SPECIAL section~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

Draven closed his eyes.

Smiled.

Let’s see how far I can push this.

But sleep wouldn’t come. His mind raced. B-Rank energy coursed through his body, making rest unnecessary.

[Can’t sleep? Let me help with that~]

[SYSTEM SHOP - SPECIAL SECTION UNLOCKED!]

A new interface appeared in his vision.

[You’ve earned enough VP to access premium content! Here’s what’s available:]

SPECIAL SHOP - LIMITED TIME

1. [Incubus Bloodline - Partial] - 3,000 VP

Grants enhanced sexual prowess, pheromone production, and ability to gain power through intimate acts. STACKS with current System bonuses. WARNING: May cause addiction in partners.

2. [Harem Management Skill] - 1,500 VP

Prevents jealousy between harem members. Makes them WANT to share you. Essential for multi-partner relationships.

3. [Memory Extraction Technique] - 2,000 VP

View target’s memories through intimate contact. Perfect for learning secrets during sex. Morally questionable but VERY useful.

4. [Dual Cultivation Manual (Advanced)] - 2,500 VP

Both partners gain power during sex. Your harem becomes stronger the more you fuck them. Win-win!

5. [Gacha Roll (Random Reward)] - 500 VP per roll

Could be anything from trash to godlike. Gamble if you dare~

[Current VP: 5,550]

Draven studied the options. The Harem Management Skill was essential—he’d need it once he had multiple partners. The Dual Cultivation Manual would make his harem members stronger, turning sex into actual training.

But the Incubus Bloodline...

Enhanced sexual prowess. Pheromone production. Addiction.

That was dangerous. Powerful. Game-changing.

Buy Harem Management and Incubus Bloodline.

[PURCHASE CONFIRMED!]

[-4,500 VP]

[Remaining: 1,050 VP]

[Installing Incubus Bloodline (Partial)...]

Pain exploded through Draven’s body.

His back arched. Muscles spasmed. The mana core in his chest burned. Something was changing. Rewriting. His very essence shifting.

"Gah!" He bit down on his pillow to muffle the sound.

It lasted thirty seconds. Felt like thirty hours.

Then it stopped.

Draven gasped. "Haa... haa..." Sweat soaked his sheets.

[Installation complete!]

[NEW ABILITIES ACQUIRED:]

[Incubus Pheromones (Passive)] - Your natural scent now triggers arousal in attracted individuals. Stackable with Seduction Cologne.

[Sexual Magnetism (Passive)] - +15 Charisma when in intimate situations. People find you irresistible.

[Stamina Boost (Active)] - Can fuck for hours without tiring. Refractory period reduced to zero.

[Power Absorption (R18)] - Gain small amounts of your partner’s mana/abilities through sexual contact.

[SIDE EFFECT:] - Partners may become addicted to you. Handle with care... or don’t ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[Harem Management Skill - Installed!]

[Your harem members will naturally accept sharing you. Jealousy reduced by 90%. They may even encourage each other to join.]

Draven sat up. Checked his reflection in the mirror.

He looked... sharper. More defined. His silver eyes seemed to glow faintly. His skin had a healthier sheen.

And the scent. Even he could smell it now. Subtle but compelling. Masculine. Dangerous.

[You’re basically a walking aphrodisiac now. Have fun with that~]

This is going to make things interesting.

[Understatement of the century! Now get some rest. Tomorrow, Seraphina is going to corner you. And with those pheromones? She won’t be able to resist getting VERY close~]

This time, sleep came easier.

MORNING - ACADEMY

Wednesday classes were theory-heavy. Magical History. Aetheric Flow Dynamics. Boring lectures that most students slept through.

But Draven paid attention. His enhanced intelligence absorbed information like a sponge. Details about ancient techniques. Forgotten cultivation methods. Obscure magical applications.

Knowledge was power.

During lunch, he sat alone in the courtyard. Eating. Observing.

[Incoming!]

Draven looked up.

Seraphina approached. Alone. Her platinum blonde hair caught the sunlight like spun silver.

Students noticed. Whispered. The Ice Princess never approached anyone voluntarily.

She sat across from him. Uninvited.

"We need to talk," she said.

"About?"

"You." Her ice-blue eyes locked onto his. "I’ve been investigating."

"Have you now?" Draven took a bite of his sandwich. Casual.

"The library has records. Student files. Performance reviews." Seraphina leaned forward. "Last semester, you were bottom five in every subject. Combat ranking: 247th out of 250 students. Practical exam: Failed. Discipline reports: twelve incidents of harassing servants or lower-ranked students."

"Sounds like I was a piece of shit."

"You were." Her eyes narrowed. "And then, three days ago, you suddenly become competent. B-Rank control. Advanced techniques. Completely different personality. People don’t change like that."

"Why not?"

"Because change takes time. Effort. You skipped all that." She tilted her head. "So either you’ve been hiding your true abilities for years—which makes no sense—or something else happened. Possession? Memory alteration? Secret technique?"

[She’s GOOD. Deflect!]

"Or I just got tired of being weak," Draven said. "Decided to take life seriously."

"Bullshit."

Direct. He liked that about her.

"Believe what you want," Draven said. "I’m not going to justify myself to you."

"Then justify this." She slid closer. Right next to him on the bench. Their thighs touched.

She inhaled. Deep. Her eyes widened fractionally.

The pheromones.

"You..." Seraphina’s voice wavered. Just for a second. "You smell different. Like... I don’t know. Something I can’t describe. But it’s..." She caught herself. Pulled back slightly. "It’s distracting."

[Pheromones working! Her body is responding even if her mind resists!]

[Arousal Detected: Seraphina - 15/100]

"Maybe you’re just attracted to me," Draven said bluntly.

Seraphina’s face flushed. "I am NOT—"

"Your body says otherwise." He gestured to her neck. "Pulse racing. Breathing elevated. Pupils dilated. Classic signs of arousal."

She stared. "How do you—"

"I pay attention."

They sat in silence. Her face still red. His expression neutral.

Finally, Seraphina stood. "This conversation isn’t over."

"Looking forward to the continuation."

She walked away. Fast. Her hips swaying more than usual.

[Affection +5]

[Seraphina: 35/100]

[Arousal +10]

[Seraphina Arousal: 25/100]

[She’s fighting it, but her body wants you. Give it time~]

Draven finished his lunch.

Interesting development.

THURSDAY EVENING - PROFESSOR ASTRID’S OFFICE (AGAIN)

The second "tutoring" session was even better than the first.

This time, they didn’t bother with pretense.

Draven entered. Astrid locked the door. Privacy barrier up.

Then she was on him.

"I’ve been thinking about this for two days," she breathed between kisses. "Couldn’t focus. Couldn’t sleep. I need—"

"I know," Draven said.

He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Carried her to the desk. Swept everything off. Crash. Books and papers scattered.

Neither cared.

Her back hit the wood. His body covered hers.

"The full lesson this time?" Astrid asked.

"Everything."

They undressed frantically. Buttons popped. Fabric tore.

Astrid’s body was perfect. Mature. Curves in all the right places. Breasts that fit his hands perfectly. A small scar on her ribs—battle wound from her adventuring days.

"You’re staring," she said.

"You’re beautiful."

"Flatterer." But she smiled.

Draven’s hands explored. Mapped every inch. Found the spots that made her gasp. The places that made her arch.

"Inside," Astrid moaned. "I need you inside. Now."

He positioned himself. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance. Slick. She was soaked.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Fucking do it already—ahhHHN!"

He thrust in. One smooth motion. Buried to the hilt.

Tight. Hot. Perfect.

Astrid’s back arched. Her nails raked down his back. "FUCK! You’re... so... big..."

Draven held still. Let her adjust. Her inner walls clenched around him. Pulsing. Rhythmic.

Then he moved.

Thrust. Slow. Deep. All the way out. All the way back in.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh..." Her moans matched his rhythm.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He increased speed. The desk creaked. Creak. Creak. Creak.

"Harder!" Astrid demanded. "I’m not fragile. Fucking ruin me!"

Draven obliged.

He grabbed her hips. Pulled her to the desk’s edge. Changed the angle.

Then fucked her like he meant it.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. Hard. Fast. The desk shook. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Slap slap slap slap.

"YES! FUCK! RIGHT THERE!" Astrid screamed. The privacy barrier contained it, but in here, she was LOUD.

Draven’s [Incubus Stamina] kicked in. No fatigue. Just endless energy. He could do this for hours.

And he intended to.

Position change. He flipped her over. Bent her over the desk. Entered from behind.

"AHH!" Deeper this way. Different angle.

His hands gripped her ass. Firm. He spread her cheeks. Watched himself disappear inside her. In. Out. In. Out.

Obscene. Erotic. Perfect.

"I’m... I’m gonna cum!" Astrid gasped.

"Do it."

Three more thrusts and she shattered.

"AHHHHHHHN!" Her pussy clamped down. Spasm spasm spasm. She came hard. Wetness gushed.

But Draven didn’t stop.

The Incubus bloodline’s gift—zero refractory period. He could keep going.

"Wait— I just— you’re still?!" Astrid’s voice was shocked.

"I’m not done with you yet," Draven said.

He fucked her through her orgasm. Then made her cum again. And again.

By the fourth orgasm, Astrid was incoherent. "Please... too much... can’t... oh god..."

Finally, Draven let himself finish.

He pulled out. Came on her back. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Hot. Thick. Marking her.

They collapsed. Both breathing hard.

"Haa... haa... what... what ARE you?" Astrid panted.

"Told you. Dual cultivation technique."

"That’s not... normal men don’t..." She couldn’t complete sentences.

[DING! MULTIPLE MILESTONES!]

[Professor Astrid:]

Made her cum 4 times: +1,000 VP

First penetrative sex: +800 VP

Stamina Display (fucked for 45 minutes straight): +500 VP

Power Absorption activated: Gained +50 Mana from her

Affection: 55 → 75/100

Desire: 95 → 100/100 (MAX - She’s ADDICTED)

[ACHIEVEMENT: "Sex God (Beginner)"]

[Bonus: +300 VP]

[Total Earned: 2,600 VP]

[Current Total: 3,650 VP]

Astrid turned her head. Looked at him with hazy eyes. "We’re doing this every week. Non-negotiable."

"Works for me."

"Good." She smiled. Satisfied. Exhausted. "Now help me clean up before someone notices I can’t walk straight."

[END OF Chapter 3]