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The digital clock on my bedside table flickered: 11:55 PM.
The mansion was silent.
It was a heavy, expensive kind of silence, the kind you only found in houses where the walls were thick enough to bury secrets.
I sat on the edge of my bed, rolling my neck. My body hummed with a restless energy. The Scent of the Alpha was still active, a subtle pheromone trigger that I could practically taste in the air.
I wasn't just horny.
I was on a hunt.
[System Notice: 5 Minutes until Mission Deadline.]
[Target: Seo-yoon's Bedroom.]
[Condition: Stealth Mode.
Do not alert the targets Min-ah or Ji-soo.]
[Reward: Iron Stamina (Passive) & 2,000 Lust Points.]
"Iron Stamina," I muttered, standing up.
"I'm going to need that if I plan on handling three women in one house."
I stripped off my shirt.
There was no point in wearing it.
My new physique, sculpted by the System, was a weapon in itself.
If I was going to invade the Empress's territory, I needed to look the part of the conqueror.
I wore only my black silk pajama pants, leaving my chest and abs bare.
I opened my door.
The hallway was bathed in moonlight filtering through the high windows.
The marble floor was cold beneath my bare feet.
Step. Step. Step.
I moved with the grace of a jungle cat.
The new stats the System had given me made my movements silent.
I reached the landing of the grand staircase. Seo-yoon's master suite was in the East Wing, separated from the daughters' rooms by a long gallery of oil paintings.
I was halfway across the gallery when a sound froze me in place.
Creak.
It came from the West Wing.
The door to Ji-soo's room opened.
I pressed myself into the shadows of a large pillar, my heart hammering...not from fear, but from the thrill of the game.
Ji-soo stepped out.
She wasn't wearing her suffocating business suit now.
She was in a pale blue nightgown that flowed like water over her body. It was conservative, covering her from neck to ankles, but the fabric was thin.
As she walked toward the stairs, backlit by the moon, I could see the silhouette of her curves...the dip of her waist, the roundness of her ass.
She held an empty glass.
She was heading to the kitchen for water.
[Target: Ji-soo]
[State: Alert / Thirsty]
[Lust: 18% (Rising due to residual Alpha Scent)]
If she saw me heading toward her mother's room, the mission would fail.
The System would penalize me.
I couldn't let that happen.
I waited until she disappeared down the stairs, then I moved.
I sprinted across the remaining distance, my feet making no sound on the plush carpet runner.
I reached the double mahogany doors of the Master Suite.
The handle was cold gold.
I turned it slowly.
Locked.
"Of course," I thought.
"She's not stupid."
[System Prompt: Obstacle Detected.]
[Would you like to purchase Lockpicking Mastery (Novice) for 100 Lust Points?]
"Cheap skate," I grumbled internally.
"Buy it."
[Purchase Confirmed.
Knowledge integrated.]
A rush of information flooded my brain.
I didn't need tools; I just needed to apply the right amount of pressure and torque to the internal mechanism.
I gripped the handle, visualized the tumblers inside, and exerted a precise, sharp force.
Click.
The lock yielded.
I slipped inside and closed the door softly behind me.
The room smelled like her.
Expensive lilies, old money, and underneath it all, the faint, biological scent of a woman sleeping alone.
It was massive.
A king-sized four-poster bed sat in the center, draped in heavy velvet curtains.
The only light came from the city glow seeping through the sheer balcony drapes.
I approached the bed.
Seo-yoon was sleeping on her side.
The blanket had slipped down to her waist. She was wearing a black silk chemise that clung to her skin like a second shadow.
One strap had fallen off her shoulder, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin. Her dark hair was fanned out across the white pillow.
She looked peaceful. Younger.
But I knew better.
This woman was a viper.
[Target: Seo-yoon]
[Status: Sleeping (Lightly)]
[Lust: 25%]
[Dreaming about: Power... and a Faceless Man.]
"A faceless man, huh?" I smirked.
"Let's give him a face."
I didn't wake her immediately.
I wanted to assert my presence first. I walked to the side of the bed and simply watched her.
The Commanding Aura began to leak out of me, filling the room with a heavy, oppressive pressure.
Even in her sleep, she felt it. She stirred, brow furrowing. Her breathing hitched.
I reached out, my hand hovering over her exposed shoulder.
I didn't touch her, not yet.
I let the heat of my palm radiate toward her skin.
Then, I traced a single finger down her arm, from the shoulder to the elbow.
Her eyes snapped open.
For a second, there was confusion.
Then, recognition. Then, fear.
She scrambled back, pulling the duvet up to her chest, her eyes wide.
"Jin-woo?!" she hissed, her voice sleep-rough but sharp.
"What the hell are you doing in here?
Get out!"
She reached for the bedside lamp.
I was faster.
I caught her wrist mid-air. My grip was firm, not painful, but unbreakable.
"Don't turn on the light, Step-mother," I whispered, my voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
"It ruins the mood."
"Have you lost your mind?" She struggled, trying to yank her hand back, but I didn't budge.
"I will scream. I will have the guards throw you out into the street. You are drunk."
"I haven't had a drop," I said, leaning in closer.
I climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped under my weight. I saw her breath hitch as I encroached on her space.
I crawled over her, pinning her legs beneath mine, looming over her like a dark cloud.
"And you won't scream," I continued, bringing my face inches from hers. "Because if you scream, Ji-soo and Min-ah will come running.
And they'll find me in your bed, half-naked, with your hand in mine.
What will that look like, Seo-yoon?
The lonely step-mother and step son?"
Her eyes darted to the door, then back to me.
She knew I was right.
The scandal would destroy her authority before she could even explain.
"You... you insolent little..." Her voice trembled, losing its icy edge.
"What do you want?
Money? Is that it? I'll unlock your cards.
Just get off me."
I chuckled darkly.
"I don't want your money."
I let go of her wrist and placed my hand on her knee, over the duvet. Slowly, deliberately, I slid my hand upward.
"I told you at dinner," I murmured.
"I think you're stressed.
I think managing this empire all alone while Father is in Dubai is taking a toll on you."
My hand moved higher, reaching her thigh.
I could feel the heat of her skin through the heavy blanket.
"Get out," she whispered, but there was no power in it.
The [Eye of Discernment] flashed.
[Target Seo-yoon Status Update]
[Fear: 40%]
[Lust: 55% (Spiking)]
[Resistance: Crumbling.]
"Your mouth says get out," I said, shifting my weight so I was straddling her hips.
I could feel the softness of her body beneath me.
"But your heart rate is 120 beats per minute. And your scent..." I leaned down, burying my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.
"You smell like you've been waiting for this."
She stiffened, her hands balling into fists against my chest.
She tried to push me away, but her touches were weak, almost caressing.
"My husband..." she gasped.
"Is 4,000 miles away," I finished for her.
"And let's be honest.
When was the last time he looked at you the way I'm looking at you right now?"
That hit a nerve.
I saw the pain flash in her eyes. My father was a businessman; his wife was a trophy, nothing more.
"You're disgusting," she spat, though her head fell back as I trailed a wet line of kisses from her jawline to her collarbone.
"Maybe," I whispered against her skin. "But you like it."
I moved my hand under the duvet.
She gasped, her back arching off the mattress.
My hand found her waist.
The silk of her chemise was smooth, but her skin was softer.
I traced the curve of her hip, my thumb digging in slightly, massaging the tense muscle.
"Relax," I commanded.
My voice was laced with the Commanding Aura.
Her body obeyed instinctively.
Her muscles loosened. Her legs parted slightly beneath me.
I moved my hand to her stomach, flat and toned.
I could feel her quivering.
"You act so cold, Seo-yoon," I murmured, my hand gliding upward to cup her breast through the silk.
It was heavy, full, her nipple already hard against my palm.
"But you're burning up."
"Jin-woo... stop..." It was a moan now.
I didn't stop.
I tweaked her nipple through the fabric.
She bit her lip so hard it turned white.
Her hands, which were pushing against my chest, suddenly gripped my shoulders.
She was pulling me closer.
[System: Lust Level Critical (80%). She is ready to break.]
I wanted to take her.
Right here, right now. I wanted to rip that expensive silk chemise and claim the woman who had looked down on me for years.
My own arousal was painful, straining against my pajama pants.
But then, I remembered the System's advice.
The long game.
If I took her now, she would hate herself in the morning.
She would become an enemy again.
But if I left her here... on the edge... desperate... she would be mine forever.
I moved my hand down, sliding it between her legs.
She let out a sharp cry, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. She was soaked.
The silk of her panties was damp with her desire.
I rubbed her clit through the fabric, once, twice, three times.
She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
"Please," she whispered. The word hung in the air. she was begging. "Jin-woo... please..."
I stopped.
The room went deadly silent.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust.
She looked at me, confused, panting.
"Jin... woo?"
I slowly pulled my hand away, not giving it a taste.
I lifted myself off her, climbing off the bed.
I stood there, looking down at her.
She was a mess...hair disheveled, chemise twisted, chest heaving, legs spread. She looked like a fallen goddess.
"That's enough for tonight," I said, my voice cool and composed, masking the fact that I was about to explode.
"What?" She sat up on her elbows, her face flushed with humiliation and unfulfilled need. "You... you're stopping?"
I smirked, adjusting my pants.
"I told you, Step-mother. I'm just a sleepwalker.
And I think I'm waking up now."
I walked to the door.
"Oh, and Seo-yoon?" I paused, hand on the doorknob.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fury and obsession.
"Next time you try to cut my allowance... remember who made you feel alive again."
I slipped out of the room before she could throw a lamp at me.
[Ding! Mission Accomplished!]
[Objective: Infiltrate and Dominate.]
[Result: Absolute Psychological Victory.]
[Reward: 2,000 Lust Points.]
[Skill Unlocked: Iron Stamina (Passive).
You can now go all night without fatigue.]
[Target Seo-yoon Updated: Lust 85% | Favorability: -10% (She hates that she wants you).]
I leaned against the hallway wall, taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart.
My dick was throbbing, demanding release, but the satisfaction of what I just did was better than any masturbation.
I had turned the predator into the prey.
I pushed off the wall and headed back toward my room.
I was halfway down the gallery when the lights in the hallway suddenly flickered on.
"Jin-woo?"
I froze.
I turned around slowly.
Standing at the top of the stairs, holding a glass of water, was Ji-soo.
She narrowed her eyes behind her glasses. She looked from me , bare-chested, sweaty, flushed then to the door of her mother's room at the end of the hall.
Then she looked back at me.
Her gaze dropped to the prominent bulge in my pants.
"What were you doing in Mother's wing?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
I smiled.
It was the smile of a wolf who had just raided the hen house and didn't care who saw the feathers in his teeth.
I walked toward her. She took a step back, her back hitting the railing.
"Just checking the locks, dear sister," I said smoothly, stopping right in front of her.
The Scent of the Alpha hit her full force.
She gripped her water glass so tight her knuckles were white.
"You... you're lying," she whispered.
"You look like you've been..."
"Been what?" I leaned in, trapping her against the railing.
"Say it, Ji-soo."
She couldn't.
She just stared at me, her face turning a deep crimson.
"Go to bed, Ji-soo," I whispered, tapping her chin with my finger.
"Unless you want me to check your locks too."
I walked past her, brushing my arm against hers.
I felt her shiver.
I didn't look back, but I heard the sharp intake of her breath as I walked away.
I entered my room and locked the door.
I threw myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Three women. One house.
And the chaos was just beginning.
"System," I thought.
"Show me the shop. I have 3,000 points to spend. I need something to help me deal with this... frustration."
[Shop Opening...]
[Recommended Item: Dream Weaver (Rank E).
Allows the Host to enter the dreams of a target within 10 meters.]
[Cost: 2,500 Lust Points.]
My eyes lit up.
Seo-yoon was currently lying in her bed, frustrated and unsatisfied.
If I entered her dreams now... I could finish what I started without any consequences.
"Purchase," I commanded.
[Purchase Confirmed.]
[Activating Dream Weaver...]
[Target: Seo-yoon.]
[Connecting...]
I closed my eyes, a wicked grin spreading across my face.
"Sleep tight, Mother. The night isn't over yet."
Author's Note:
Phew! Jin-woo is playing a dangerous game.
He managed to escape the Boss Room alive, but he left Seo-yoon hanging on the edge! That is torture!
And Ji-soo definitely suspects something.
But now... Dream Weaver? Oh boy.
What happens in the dream world, stays in the dream world... or does it?
Next chapter: We dive into Seo-yoon's subconscious and things get WILD.
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