'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 9: Bonds, Blunders, and Bedroom Mishaps

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Bonds, Blunders, and Bedroom Mishaps

Chapter 9: Bonds, Blunders, and Bedroom Mishaps

Elise closed the door behind her. Locked it. Click.

Draven sat on his bed, watching her approach.

She stopped halfway. "I felt you calling me through... whatever that Bond thing is. It was strange. Like a pull in my chest."

"The Harem Bond Network. Connects all of you to me. And to each other."

Elise’s eyes widened. "Wait. To each other? So Seraphina and Astrid can feel..."

"Everything we do? Yes."

Her face went crimson. "Oh god. So when we... they’ll know?"

[DING! Actually, Host, there’s a privacy mode. You can toggle it so they only sense general emotions, not EVERYTHING. Otherwise threesomes would get really confusing really fast.]

"There’s a privacy setting," Draven said. "I can turn it on."

"PLEASE do that." Elise sat on the bed. "I’m not ready for your teenage girlfriend and professor to feel me having sex with my own son."

"Technically, Astrid’s only like ten years older than me—"

"NOT THE POINT."

Draven laughed. Actual laughter. "You’re cute when you’re flustered."

"I am NOT cute. I’m a dignified duchess." But her lips twitched. Fighting a smile.

"A dignified duchess who snuck into her son’s bedroom at night wearing a very thin nightgown."

Elise looked down. The fabric was indeed nearly transparent in the lamplight. Her nipples clearly visible. She crossed her arms. "You’re the one who called me!"

"And you came running."

"That’s—you’re impossible!"

"You love it."

She glared. Then sighed. "Unfortunately, yes. I do." She lay back on his bed. Stared at the ceiling. "This is insane. A week ago I was a respectable widow. Now I’m in a magical sex bond with my son’s harem."

"Life comes at you fast."

"Apparently." She turned her head to look at him. "Does this mean Seraphina knows about us?"

"She walked in on us the other day, remember?"

"Oh god, I’d blocked that out." Elise covered her face. "What did she say?"

"That she understood. That she’s okay with sharing me. That we should all figure it out together."

"She’s very mature for eighteen."

"She’s also violently turned on by the taboo aspect of us."

Elise’s hands dropped. "What?"

"The Ice Princess has a submissive streak and finds forbidden relationships exciting. Who knew?"

"I—" Elise processed this. "So she’s... into it?"

"Very."

"Huh." Elise sat up. "And here I thought I was the weird one."

[DING! Plot twist: Everyone’s weird. That’s why it works!]

Draven heard the System’s comment. Snorted.

"What?" Elise asked.

"System made a joke."

"Your perverted magic system has a sense of humor?"

"Unfortunately."

[HEY! I’m delightful!]

"It says it’s delightful," Draven translated.

Elise laughed. Real, genuine laughter. "A snarky magic system. Of course. Why would anything about this situation be normal?"

They sat together. The absurdity of it all settling in.

"We’re really doing this," Elise said quietly. "Building a harem. Connected by magic. You’re eighteen and already have three women."

"Four soon. Lyra’s coming Saturday."

"The assassin girl? The tiny one?"

"She’s not that tiny."

"She’s like five-foot-nothing. If that."

"Five-three."

"Still tiny." Elise smiled. "You have a type apparently. Powerful women who could kill you."

"Keeps things interesting."

"I suppose." She touched his face. Tender. "What about us? What are we?"

"You’re my mother. And my lover. And part of my harem." Draven pulled her close. "You’re everything."

"Sweet talker." But she melted against him. "So... privacy mode on?"

"Already done."

"Good. Because I don’t need an audience for this." She pushed him back onto the bed. Climbed on top of him. Straddling his waist.

Her nightgown rode up. Bare underneath.

"No panties?" Draven asked.

"I was in a hurry. You called. I came." She ground against him. Felt his cock hardening through his pants. "Now I’m here. What are you going to do about it?"

"Everything."

Draven’s hands slid up Elise’s thighs. Smooth skin. Warm. His fingers traced patterns. Teasing.

"Stop teasing," she breathed.

"Where’s the fun in that?"

His hands reached her hips. Gripped. Guided her movements. Grinding against his clothed erection.

"Mmm..." Elise’s head tilted back. "I can feel how hard you are."

"Your fault."

"Good."

She reached down. Worked his belt. Fingers fumbling slightly.

Clink. Failed. The buckle stuck.

"This stupid—why won’t—" Elise struggled with it.

Draven tried to help. Their hands tangled. Knocked into each other.

"Ow!" Elise pulled back. "You hit my finger!"

"You were in the way!"

"It’s YOUR belt!"

They both stopped. Looked at each other. Burst out laughing.

"We’re terrible at this," Elise said between giggles.

"Speak for yourself. I’ve done this before."

"Oh really? Then why can’t you get your own pants off?"

"You’re blocking me!"

"I’m trying to HELP!"

More laughter.

Finally, Draven just used magic. Snap. The belt unbuckled. Pants vanished.

Elise blinked. "You could’ve done that the whole time?"

"Where’s the fun in that?"

She smacked his chest. "Impossible man."

"You love it."

"Unfortunately."

His cock sprang free. Hard. Ready.

Elise’s hand wrapped around it. Warm. She stroked. Slow. Relearning the shape. The texture.

"It’s been so long since I’ve touched a man like this," she murmured. "Your father... he wasn’t very interested toward the end. I’d almost forgotten what this felt like."

"How does it feel now?" Draven asked.

"Exciting. Naughty." She squeezed. Gentle. "Wrong in the best way."

Her thumb rubbed the tip. Smearing pre-cum. Slick.

"Sensitive?" she asked.

"Very."

"Good." She leaned down. Her hair created a curtain around them. "Let me taste."

Her tongue licked the head. Wet. Just once.

"Mmm. Salty."

Then she took him into her mouth. Warm. Soft. Her lips sealed around him.

Slurp. She sucked gently. Her tongue swirling. Exploring.

"Fuck," Draven groaned.

Elise pulled back. Pop. "Language."

"You’re sucking your son’s cock and you’re worried about language?"

She paused. "Fair point." Back down. Slurp.

Her technique was different from Astrid’s aggressive deepthroating or Lyra’s enthusiastic inexperience. Elise was methodical. Careful. Savoring.

She took him deeper. Inch by inch. Her tongue pressing against the underside.

"That’s it. Take your time," Draven encouraged.

Slurp slurp slurp. Wet sounds. Her head bobbed. Slow rhythm.

One hand gripped his base. Stroking. The other cupped his balls. Gentle massage.

"You’re good at this," Draven said.

She pulled off again. Pop. "I’ve had practice. Your father liked... well. Before he lost interest."

"Don’t think about him. Focus on me."

"Trust me, I am." She licked up his shaft. Slow. Base to tip. Slick. "You’re much bigger than he was. Thicker."

"Mother—"

"What? It’s true. And it’s a compliment." She kissed the tip. Soft. "I’m very lucky."

Back in her mouth. Slurp. Deeper this time. She relaxed her throat. Took him further.

"Fuck, you’re taking it so deep," Draven gasped.

Mmph... She hummed around him. The vibration intense.

Her head bobbed faster. Slurp slurp slurp. Building rhythm. Her hand twisted. Schlick schlick.

Draven’s fingers tangled in her silver hair. Not forcing. Just feeling. Holding.

Five minutes of this. Her jaw starting to ache but refusing to stop.

"I’m close," Draven warned.

Elise pulled back slightly. Kept just the head in her mouth. Her hand pumped his shaft. Fast. Schlick schlick schlick schlick.

"Cum for me," she said around his cock. "I want to taste it."

That did it.

Draven came. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Directly onto her tongue.

Elise’s eyes widened. So much. More than she expected. Her mouth filled quickly.

She swallowed. Glk. Glk. Some leaked from the corners. Down her chin.

When he finally stopped, she pulled back. Pop. Gasped for air.

"Haa... you produce a lot."

"Incubus bloodline perk."

"That’s... that’s a lot of cum, Draven." She wiped her mouth. Licked her fingers. Slurp. "Salty. Thick. Not bad though."

"High praise from my mother."

"This situation is so weird."

"And yet here we are."

"Here we are." She crawled up his body. Positioned herself over his cock. Still hard. No refractory period. "Ready for round two?"

"Always."

She sank down. Slow. Taking him inch by inch. Her pussy stretched around him. Tight. Wet. Perfect.

"Ohhh..." Elise’s mouth opened. Pleasure washing over her face. "So full..."

She bottomed out. Completely. Sitting on his lap. His cock buried in her pussy.

They stayed like that. Adjusting. Savoring the connection.

"I never get tired of this feeling," Elise said softly. "You inside me. Filling me. It’s like... like I was empty before and didn’t know it."

"Poetic."

"Shut up. I’m having a moment."

Draven smiled. Hands on her hips. "Take your time."

Elise started moving. Slow. Up and down. Gentle rhythm. Her hands braced on his chest.

Squelch. Squelch. Wet sounds with each movement.

"Ahh... mmm..." Soft moans escaped her.

Draven watched. The moonlight through the window illuminating her. Silver hair. Pale skin. Beautiful mature body moving above him.

"You’re staring," she noted.

"You’re beautiful."

"Flatterer."

"Honest."

She leaned down. Kissed him. Deep. Tongue sliding against his. Tasting herself and him mixed together.

They made out while she rode him. Slow. Intimate. No rush.

Her hips rolled. Circular motion. His cock stirring her insides. Hitting different angles.

"Nnn... there... right there..." Elise broke the kiss. Breathing harder. "Don’t stop..."

Draven’s hands moved. One gripped her ass. Guiding her movements. The other found her breast. Squeezed. Gentle.

"Ahh! My breasts are sensitive!" She gasped.

"I know."

He pinched her nipple. Gentle. Rolled it between his fingers.

"Draven!" Her inner walls clenched. Spasm. "That’s—I’m—"

"Cum for me, Mother."

The taboo word sent her over the edge.

"AHHH!" Elise came. Her pussy spasming around his cock. Tight. Milking him. Wetness flooding.

But she didn’t stop moving. Rode through her orgasm. Desperate. Chasing more pleasure.

"Again! I want to cum again!" Her voice needy. Wanton.

Draven gripped her hips with both hands. Helped her bounce. Faster. Harder.

SLAP SLAP SLAP. Her ass hitting his thighs. The sound echoing.

"YES! FUCK! YOUR COCK IS SO GOOD!" Elise screamed. Lost in pleasure. "FILL YOUR MOTHER’S PUSSY!"

The dirty talk. The taboo. The wrongness of it all.

Incredibly hot.

Draven thrust up. Meeting her downward bounces. Slam. Deeper.

"AHHHN!" Second orgasm. Back to back. "I’M CUMMING AGAIN!"

Spasm spasm spasm. Her whole body shook.

Draven flipped them over. Put her on her back. Missionary position.

His turn to control.

He thrust. Hard. Deep. Relentless.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. The bed creaked. Creak creak creak. Headboard hitting the wall. Thump thump thump.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!" Elise’s nails raked his back. Drawing blood. She didn’t care. Lost in sensation.

"You’re mine," Draven growled. "Say it."

"I’M YOURS! YOUR WOMAN! YOUR MOTHER! YOUR EVERYTHING!" She screamed. Not caring who heard.

Good thing the privacy barrier was up.

Third orgasm building. Draven could feel it. Her pussy tightening. Pulsing.

"Cum with me," he commanded.

"YES! CUM INSIDE ME! FILL YOUR MOTHER!" Elise begged.

Ten more thrusts. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

They came together.

"AHHHHH!" Elise’s scream.

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. Draven emptied inside her. Hot. Thick. Flooding her womb. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Her pussy milked every drop. Spasm spasm spasm. Taking everything.

They collapsed. Both panting. Sweating. Exhausted.

"Haa... haa... that was..." Elise couldn’t finish.

"Incredible," Draven completed.

"Yes."

They lay together. His cock still inside her. Softening slowly.

"I love you," Elise whispered.

Draven froze. That was... new.

She felt his tension. "Sorry. Too much?"

"No. Just... unexpected."

"It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I know this is complicated. I’m your mother and your lover and it’s all mixed up and—"

He kissed her. Shut her up.

When they broke apart: "I love you too."

Tears formed in her eyes. "Really?"

"Really. You’re my mother. But you’re also the woman I care about most. Both things can be true."

She hugged him. Tight. "Thank you."

They stayed like that. Eventually falling asleep together.

[QUEST COMPLETE: "Mother’s Love Confession"]

[Rewards: +2,000 VP, Emotional Bond Deepened, Elise’s Loyalty: ABSOLUTE]

[Current VP: 10,850]

MORNING

Draven woke to sunlight and panic.

Elise was still in his bed. Cuddled against him. Naked.

Shit.

Servants would be making their rounds soon. If anyone saw—

He gently shook her. "Mother. Wake up."

"Mmm... five more minutes..."

"You need to get back to your room."

"Don’t wanna." She nuzzled closer. "Warm here."

"Mother. Servants."

That got her. Eyes snapped open. "Oh god. What time is it?"

"7 AM."

"FUCK." Elise scrambled out of bed. Looking for her nightgown. Found it on the floor. Threw it on.

Rip.

She’d put it on too fast. Tore the fabric.

"Are you KIDDING me?!" She stared at the tear.

Draven tried not to laugh. Failed.

"This isn’t funny!" But she was fighting a smile too.

"Here." He tossed her a robe from his closet. "Wear this. Say you were checking on me early and got cold."

"That... actually works." She put on the robe. Checked herself in the mirror. "Do I look like I spent the night having sex with my son?"

"Thoroughly."

"Draven!"

"Your hair’s a mess. You’re glowing. You’re walking funny."

"I am NOT—" She took a step. Winced. "Okay fine. You destroyed me last night."

"You asked for it."

"I did." She smiled. Genuine. Happy. "Worth it though."

She kissed him quick. Then rushed to the door. Checked the hallway. Clear.

Disappeared like a ninja.

[Stealth: FAILED. A maid totally saw her leave but is too scared to say anything.]

Draven laughed. What a morning.

THE REST OF THE WEEK - COMEDY MONTAGE

TUESDAY:

Combat class. Professor Astrid FINALLY returned.

She walked in with a cane.

The ENTIRE class stared.

"Professor, what happened?" a student asked.

"Training accident," Astrid said stiffly. Shooting Draven a LOOK. "Very... intense training. For seven hours."

Snickers from students who understood.

Draven kept his face neutral. Completely innocent.

[You BROKE her. She literally needs a cane. I’m so proud. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

WEDNESDAY:

Lunch with Seraphina.

She leaned close. Whispered: "I felt you last night. Through the Bond."

"Privacy mode was on."

"Only blocks details. I still felt... satisfaction. Intense satisfaction. For hours." Her cheeks were pink. "Was that the professor?"

"...Maybe."

"Draven. How long did you—"

"Seven hours."

She choked on her drink. "SEVEN?!"

"She asked for it."

"I..." Seraphina processed this. "I want that too. Next time. Seven hours. With me."

"Your stamina isn’t—"

"I’ll BUILD my stamina. Training starts today."

[She’s COMPETITIVE. This is amazing. They’re going to compete for marathon sessions.]

THURSDAY:

Kai approached Draven after class.

"We need to talk."

"About?"

"Lyra Nightshade." Kai looked uncomfortable. "She’s been different lately. Distracted. Happy. She mentioned your name yesterday."

Oh no.

"And?" Draven asked carefully.

"Are you... are you involved with her?"

How to answer this?

"We’re friends."

"FRIENDS?" Kai’s voice rose. "Draven, she’s an ASSASSIN. From a DANGEROUS family. You can’t just—"

"Can’t what? Be friends with her?"

"It’s not safe!"

"Neither is fighting demons. But here we are."

Kai sputtered. "That’s—you’re—ugh!" He stomped away. Frustrated.

[The protagonist is WORRIED about you? Oh how the tables have turned!]

FRIDAY:

Draven received a note from Lyra:

"Tomorrow. 8 PM. I’ll come to your manor. I’m nervous. Excited. Terrified. Is it normal to feel all three? Also, what should I wear? - L"

He wrote back:

"Completely normal. Wear whatever makes you comfortable. You’ll look beautiful regardless. - D"

Her response:

"Smooth talker. I’m bringing my daggers just in case you turn out to be a serial killer."

"Fair. I’ll prepare accordingly."

"See you tomorrow. Don’t make me regret this."

"Never."

[TOMORROW’S THE BIG DAY! Are you ready to deflower an assassin?]

As ready as I’ll ever be.

SATURDAY - PREPARATION

8 PM approached.

Draven cleaned his room. Changed sheets. Set the mood. Candles. Soft lighting. Music? No. Too cliché.

He bathed. Dressed in simple clothes. Comfortable.

[DING! CHECKLIST FOR SEDUCING A VIRGIN ASSASSIN:]

[✓ Clean room]

[✓ Fresh sheets]

[✓ Condoms? (Just kidding, Incubus bloodline makes you sterile unless you want kids)]

[✓ Lube? (She’s a virgin, might need it)]

[✓ Emotional support ready]

[✓ Stamina fully charged]

[✓ Privacy mode ACTIVATED]

[You’re ready, Host. Now we wait.]

7:55 PM.

Knock at the manor door.

Draven answered.

Lyra stood there. Black dress. Simple. Elegant. Hair down. Nervous smile.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi yourself. Come in."

She stepped inside. Looked around. "Nice place."

"Thanks."

Awkward silence.

They both spoke at once:

"So—"

"I—"

Stopped. Laughed.

"You first," Draven said.

"I’m really nervous," Lyra admitted. "Like. REALLY nervous. My hands are shaking." She showed him. Indeed trembling.

"Mine too," Draven lied. Making her feel better.

"Really?"

"Yeah. First time with you. Want it to be perfect."

She smiled. Relaxed slightly. "Liar. But thank you."

He took her hand. "Come on. Let’s take this slow."

They walked to his room together.

The real seduction was about to begin.

[END OF Chapter 9]