'Huh?'
My entire world felt like it had just been crushed by a speeding train, tied to the tracks and overrun. My body went cold — instantly cold — at the sound of that voice.
Even with sheer panic gripping my heart, my head tilted upward, neck stiff, eyes trembling as I tried to confirm what I'd just heard.
Her helmet vanished in a scatter of red sparks, revealing a face glaring down at me with pure, unadulterated disgust. Crimson eyes cut into me like I was yesterday's garbage. Her pale, ethereal, coldly beautiful face was framed by a cascade of red hair — a wild, resplendent mess that seemed to defy gravity.
A tiny mole sat below the corner of her right eye, adding a dangerous, enchanting edge to her already lethal beauty.
'Seriously? Even her imperfections are perfect. What kind of twisted joke is this?'
Then it hit me.
'Are spirits even supposed to talk? Or… look this damn gorgeous?! This is… unprecedented.'
"You still won't get your filthy hands off my ass, Weakling?" Her voice dripped with a venom that could curdle milk.
My entire body jolted, a full-body spasm, and I yanked my hand away from the soft, yielding curve I'd been… well, clenching.
"Shit!"
"I—I was just testing my summoner attribute!" I stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush.
'Attribute testing? Really? That's the best you've got?'
She turned slowly, deliberately, folding her arms beneath the generous bundle still caged in that elaborate metal plate. The armor shifted with the movement, sinuous and inviting — utterly nothing like rigid, clunky steel.
'What the hell is that armor made of? It looks… alive.'
"You dare leer at my breasts after spouting such pathetic lies, Summoner?" she purred, the sound far more menacing than a shout.
I jerked my head up, eyes wide. "I—I…"
No words came. Just the brutal, crushing realization that I was royally, unequivocally fucked. A summoner caught red-handed, groping his own summon. As if my day couldn't possibly sink any lower.
The Tyrant Empress — because what else could she be? — chuckled. It was a mocking, low sound, with a sinful undertone laced through her furious glare.
"I've seen greedy kings fall," she began, her voice taking on a deadly cadence. "Power-drunk emperors beg. And pedophiles die screaming on stakes. I've watched shameless men chase vile desires with blood on their hands."
She laughed again, a soft, cruel sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "But an F-rank summoner touching his own summon? That's a first for me."
She stepped closer — far too close — until she stood directly between my legs. One impossibly slender boot came up onto the bed, her thighs parting right before my face. Her stare burned down, a fiery dare, challenging me to look.
And I did.
I gulped, my throat tightening, an almost primal hunger swelling like a beast in my chest. The mountain that had, until a moment ago, collapsed, began to rise again.
'Oh, come ON. Seriously, body? Now?'
'This little brother has no shame…' I thought, mortified.
She tilted her head, lips curling in a mocking smirk. "Summoner, you really plan to keep being this perverted?"
The space between her pelvis and my face was ridiculously, terrifyingly close. The faint, heady scent rolling off her armor's edge—a strange mix of ozone and something floral — made my breath grow warm and shaky.
My brows pulled tight as I locked eyes with her, a defiant spark finally igniting within me.
"Aren't you shameless too?" I shot back, the words surprisingly steady. "Look at you — this position, this armor. What kind of warrior struts around like this? Did you go around fucking greedy kings and power-drunk emperors?"
Her eyes flared, turning a slight crimson with pure fury. "How dare you?"
Honestly, I didn't even know where that outburst came from. But I was done. Done with my classmates treating me like trash, done getting arrested, done being insulted by my own damn summon.
'Enough is enough. I'm not taking this anymore.'
"How dare me? How dare you too?!" My gaze darkened, a sudden, reckless fire burning in my eyes. I didn't care anymore. I shoved my hand forward, Summoner's Touch igniting beneath my skin, and grabbed the slick heat between her thighs — then, with a surge of adrenaline, flipped her onto the bed.
Her body jolted and shivered against my grip, an unexpected warmth pulsing into my palm. She froze — caught completely off guard, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and outrage warring on her face.
Then her brows knit tight, her eyes blazing. But beneath that fury, I sensed something else — something she fought desperately to hide. Her lips pressed tight, her breathing becoming ragged, uneven.
"You vile Summoner! Get off me this instant!"
Her mouth said one thing. The slick, undeniable heat in my palm said another. She was strong enough to break free… but she wasn't.
'She could stop me. She's choosing not to.'
'In the end, this wasn't one-sided… she wants it to… why else is Summoner's Touch working so effectively?' The thought was a sudden revelation.
The air thickened, a palpable heat swelling between us, silence stretching, taut and charged, with my hand still cupping her. I slid my palm up and down. She trembled, a soft whimper escaping her.
"What is this?!" she shouted, her voice strained. "What sort of domination technique are you — mmm!"
I clamped my free hand over her mouth, leaning in, my other hand still actively… engaged. Then I pulled back my hand from her groin, slickness glistening on my fingers, dripping slowly down my palm.
'Damn. She's soaked.'
All because of Summoner's Touch.
'No… it only amplifies what's already there. This villainess is also a vile vixen! How can she get so wet in seconds, as if she has been starved for centuries!'
The realization hit me like a lightning strike. Her earlier movements — stepping close, climbing onto my bed, shoving her hips in my face — weren't random. They were calculated.
'She was trying to dominate me.'
The guilt I'd felt using the skill instantly cracked and fell away. If I hadn't acted first, she might've completely crushed me. And in the wrong places too. Getting dominated by a Tyrant Empress wasn't a bad idea, but certainly not on a day like this!
I looked down at her — beneath me now, face flushed a deep red, eyes averted, arms wrapped around herself protectively. Her armor strained over her full breasts, jutting toward me. A slow, wicked grin crept across my face.