Ryuji found the situation deeply unsettling. Lux had always struck him as a reserved girl. Whether it was her role in the game, her public persona, or the impression she left on others—she was the picture of a demure, innocent white lily.
But this…?
Looking at her face—flushed red with embarrassment, shyness, and a strange sort of resolve—he could only cover his own face, speechless.
"Miss Lux… what are you doing?"
This wasn't something he ever expected from her. His first instinct had been to suspect Kiri. That woman would pull something like this—whether out of curiosity or simply because she felt like it.
And honestly, he wouldn't have minded. In fact, he often imagined Kiri kneeling before him, lips wrapped around him, as he gripped her head and lost himself in the moment—ignoring whatever objections she might've had.
But Lux?
This shouldn't have had anything to do with Lux.
At the very least, not like this. Not under these circumstances.
It was too much. Too out of character.
And yet…
Even though his mind screamed this was wrong, his body told another story.
The warmth of her mouth, drenched in saliva… the faint, teasing scrape of teeth… the soft, wet friction of her tongue swirling around him with shy but deliberate movements—it all overwhelmed him. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt.
And when Lux obediently began bobbing her head, sucking gently with growing rhythm, he nearly lost control then and there. The fire coiled at the base of his spine, threatening to explode and permanently defile this so-called "pure" princess.
His hand rested on the back of her head. The feeling of dominance—of conquest—was almost addictive.
It was a satisfaction that struck both mind and body, a dual thrill that many chased for a reason.
And then, as if finally realizing what she was doing, Lux pulled back slightly.
She released him from her mouth with a soft gasp, her lips slick and parted as she caught her breath. The faint strand of saliva connecting her to him stretched and then broke, landing on her chin.
She looked up at him with that same strangely calm, obedient gaze—and began to speak.
"I want to return home sooner," she said. "Mister Ryuji … you haven't done anything with Miss Kiri yet, have you? Otherwise… her walking posture should have changed."
She was panting slightly, her hand still holding his dick, lips glistening. As she spoke, her saliva and a translucent string of fluid trailed from her mouth down onto the ground.
And somehow… despite the obscene nature of the scene… her tone remained gentle. Polite. Almost eerily proper.
"I also wanted to see whether this… method counts as a form of emotional exchange. If it does, then the energy gathering should be much faster."
Ryuji was stunned.
In his mind, Lux had always been the sweet, proper girl—the quintessential white lotus.
She was supposed to be the magical girl of justice and hope created by riot.
And now… she was saying this?
"No, wait—do you even realize what you just said? That's completely out of character for you!"
But her warm breath, her small tongue's delicate movements… she clearly knew what she was doing. She wasn't naive. Far from it.
Her words earlier had already shattered whatever innocent image he had of her.
"Nobles are required to study these things," Lux said. "I may be a daughter of the Crownguard House, but once married, I must serve my husband and fulfill my duty to the family."
Again, she spoke with such poise, such certainty. And yet, everything about this was off.
Something wasn't right.
The look in her eyes… the tone of her voice…
It was the same strange intensity he had once seen in Tsunade. The same quiet madness he occasionally sensed from Kiri.
That feeling of: I don't care about anything else—but this one thing, I will see through, no matter the cost.
Then she said something that made it all make sense.
Lux took a deep breath. Her silk-gloved hand traced over his dick's tip, sending a jolt through his spine. And then, looking into his eyes with a strange, unreadable expression, she whispered:
"Also… please forgive me, Mr. Ryuji, but… I wish to preserve my body as much as possible. If I fail, I still have the chance to marry Prince Jarvan as the daughter of the Crownguard House. I want one shot at this. Just one. So please—pardon my selfishness."
And with that, she swallowed him again.
Her lips closed tight. Her teeth nipped softly at the base. And then—her tongue began to move frantically, swirling and massaging, while she sucked with intense focus.
It only took a moment.
Ryuji's hand reflexively tangled in her golden hair. His body shuddered.
He released his cum in her mouth.
Lux tasted something bitter, thick, and fishy.
The sudden rush at the back of her throat made her gag—she tried to pull away, and succeeded—but the mess still dripped from her lips, mixing with spit and pooling on the ground beside her.
Ryuji, panting, took a glance at his system panel.
The energy bar — it really went up.
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Bonus chapter target: 400 PS.