The woman pinned Ren to the cold stone floor with a strength that felt impossible for her slender frame. Her hand was wrapped around his throat—not squeezing enough to kill, but enough to hold him perfectly still.
Up close, she was breathtaking and terrifying. Her skin was pale as moonlight, and the violet light in her eyes wasn't just glowing; it was swirling, like a nebula of starving energy.
"Empty..." she hissed, sniffing the air near his neck. She recoiled slightly, her expression twisting in confusion. "You have no mana. You are... a hollow vessel."
Ren gasped for air, his heart hammering against his bruised ribs. He couldn't move.
"Get... off..." Ren choked out.
The woman ignored him. A spasm of pain crossed her face. Black veins pulsed under her pale skin, and she let out a low, agonized groan. She was starving, but not for food. She was starving for Essence.
"I need... to feed," she whispered. Her grip tightened. She leaned down, her lips parting to reveal sharp, predatory teeth. "My core is dry. I need a source."
Ren squeezed his eyes shut. This is it. I survive eighteen years of being trash just to get eaten in a hole.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
The blue screen flared to life again, hovering right between their faces.
[EMERGENCY PROTOCOL INITIATED]
[Host is in critical danger.]
[Activating Latent Class: SIN EATER.]
[Requirement: Perform Dual Cultivation Ritual to stabilize target.]
Ren's body reacted before his mind could process the words. It wasn't his will; it was instinct, overridden by the System.
"You need energy?" Ren gasped, looking up at her. He realized suddenly that the heat building in his lower abdomen wasn't fear. It was raw, unadulterated lust—a side effect of the class awakening.
The woman paused, her violet eyes locking onto his. She sensed the shift. She sensed the Yang energy suddenly flooding his body.
"Yes," she moaned, the hunger in her voice changing from predatory to carnal. She straddled his waist, her tattered armor dissolving into shadows to reveal her naked, perfect, moist pussy underneath. "Give it to me."
Ren didn't have a choice. And looking at the desperate, beautiful creature on top of him, he didn't want one.
He reached up, grabbing her hips. Her skin was freezing cold.
"Take it," Ren whispered.
She didn't wait. She sank down onto his 6-inch hard dick, impaling herself on him with a desperate cry.
[Ritual Initiated.]
The sensation was blinding. As they connected, a shockwave of golden light erupted from Ren's body. It wasn't just physical sex; it was a mana transfer of the highest order.
"Ah!" She threw her head back, her fingernails digging into Ren's chest. "So... hot!"
Ren gritted his teeth, thrusting upward instinctively. With every movement, he felt the energy being drawn out of him—not drained, but circulated. He was pushing his heat into her frozen core, burning away the black veins of corruption.
The cave filled with the sounds of their frantic SEX. It was primal and aggressive. She rode him with the desperation of a starving goddess, and he met her pace, driven by the System's guidance and his own pent-up rage and desire.
"More," she begged, looking down at him. The madness in her eyes was fading, replaced by a glazed, euphoric haze. "Fill me. Don't stop until I am full."
Ren grabbed her by the waist, flipping her over so her back was against the cold stone floor. He pinned her down, driving into her harder, deeper.
"You want it?" Ren growled, the pleasure making his vision blur. "Then take it all."
He hammered into her, his body moving like a machine. Every thrust sent a pulse of purification through her system. The pleasure was agonizingly intense, a feedback loop of magic and friction.
[Corruption Level: 50%... 20%... 5%]
"I'm... I'm going to—!" She cried out, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
Ren felt the limit approaching. He drove into her one final time, burying himself deep inside her as he released everything.
A torrent of mana and jizz poured into her.
She screamed, her body convulsing in a violent climax. The violet light in the room exploded, blinding them both.
Ren collapsed on top of her, panting, his heart racing. He felt drained, yet strangely... powerful.
[RITUAL COMPLETE]
[Congratulations, User Ren.]
[You have obtained your first Level Up.]
STATUS UPDATE
Level: 0 -> 2
Strength: 12 (+7)
Agility: 10 (+5)
Mana: Locked -> UNLOCKED (Void Attribute)
New Skill: [Mana Drain (Active)] – You can steal mana from enemies by touch.
New Skill: [Pheromone Production (Passive)] – Level 1.
Ren lay there, trying to catch his breath. The woman beneath him shifted.
Isolde pushed him off gently and sat up. Her skin was now glowing with health, the black veins gone. She looked down at her own hands, then at Ren.
She didn't look angry. She looked... satisfied.
"You have a potent essence, boy," she purred, running a hand through her hair. "For a human, you are... adequate."
She stood up, her shadow-armor reforming over her body. She reached into the sarcophagus and pulled out two heavy, metal objects.
Gauntlets. Black iron, etched with gold runes.
"Take these," she commanded, tossing them onto his chest. "My shackles. Once, they bound my power. Now, they shall be your weapon. You are too weak to survive on the surface without them."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear.
"My seal is broken, but I must slumber to recover what you just... took from me." She smirked. "But you have my mark now. Your seed is in my core. If you die before I wake, I will drag your soul back from hell myself."
She waved her hand, and a gust of wind pushed Ren toward the tunnel exit.
"Go! And get stronger. I will need another... feeding... soon."
Ren scrambled to his feet, grabbing the gauntlets. He shoved his hands into them. They shrank instantly, fitting his fists like a second skin. He felt a surge of raw power flow up his arms.
He turned and ran into the tunnel, his body still humming from the intense sex.
He wasn't the trash of Summit Academy anymore. He was a man who had claimed a Queen.