I slump over my keyboard, my eyes burning from the glow of the screen. Empty energy drink cans litter the floor around me, a testament to my all-night grind in Monster Waifu Wars. My heart races unnaturally fast, pounding like crazy. "Just one more pull," I mutter, trying to click the gacha button.
A sharp pain stabs my chest. My vision blurs. "Shit, not now..." I gasp, clutching my shirt. The room spins until the only thing I feel is the cold floor on my face. My weak body—built on ramen and zero exercise—finally gives out. Everything goes black.
When I come to, I'm not in my dark room anymore. I'm floating in an endless void, dressed in some basic newbie outfit: a plain white tunic, brown pants, and leather boots that scream "starter gear." No more pizza-stained pajamas.
"What the fuck?" I blink, trying to move, but it's like swimming in jelly.
A dazzling light bursts in front of me, and there she is—a goddess straight out of my wildest fantasies. She's got curves that could make a priest blush: full breasts straining against a nearly transparent white gown, hips that sway hypnotically, and long, flowing dark hair cascading over her shoulders. A delicate blindfold, made from the very same translucent fabric as her dress, wraps around her eyes, tied softly behind her head, as if hiding power rather than sight. Even so, I can feel her gaze faintly beneath the veil—and her lips are plump, inviting. Damn, if this is death, sign me up for seconds.
"Welcome, mortal," she says in a voice like honeyed silk, laced with divine authority. "I am Elysia, Goddess of Pride. You have perished from your world's excesses, but fear not—I offer you a second chance in the Tower of Desire."
I stare, my mind racing. This is textbook isekai. Hot goddess? Check. Reincarnation quest? Incoming. But her explanation drags on about the tower's floors, challenges, and ultimate wish-granting prize. Blah blah, win or die for real. My gamer instincts kick in—I mash an invisible button in my head.
"Skip tutorial!"
Elysia's forehead furrows, her ample chest heaving with irritation. "What did you just say? This is no game, fool! You dare interrupt a goddess?"
I grin, feeling cheeky. "Come on, I've seen this cutscene a hundred times. Truck-kun, goddess chat, OP powers—let's fast-forward to the harem building."
Her eyes flash with golden light. "Insolent worm! Muted!"
Suddenly, my mouth seals shut. I wave my arms frantically, pointing at my lips like a mime in panic. She crosses her arms under those magnificent mounds, smirking. "There. Now listen. The Tower of Desire is a trial of strength, wits, and... desires. Climb up, conquer all 100 floors, and claim your wish. Fail, and your soul is forfeit. One life only."
Hardcore mode!
I nod vigorously, eyes wide, trying to convey "got it" without words. Finally, she snaps her fingers, and my voice returns. "Phew! Okay, okay, no skipping. So, what's my class? Please tell me it's something badass like Demon Lord or—"
"Monster Tamer," she declares, a holographic window popping up in my vision.
『Class Assigned: Monster Tamer』
Name: zERO
Class: Monster Tamer (Level 1)
STR: 3 AGI: 3 VIT: 3 INT: 17 DEX: 3
HP: 300 SP: 1.700
Gold: 100
Skill: Tame
Type: Active
Description: Form a bond with a monster.
Requirement: Unique to each monster.
SP Cost: 1.000
Slot: 0/1
I pump my fist. "Hell yeah! Taming hot monster girls? This is my dream!"
Elysia's cheeks flush a cute pink. "It's for survival, not your perverted fantasies!"
Grinning like an idiot, I eye her up and down. Those hips look tamable. "Hey, does this work on goddesses? Let's test it!"
I activate the skill mentally, focusing on her. A prompt appears:
『Do you want to tame this target?』
I smash [YES] in my mind. Energy surges, but it fizzles out with a sad beep.
『Tame failed. Requirement not met: Divine Being Immunity.』
Elysia slaps me—hard. My cheek stings, but damn, her hand is soft. "You dare?! One more stunt, and I'll revoke your life!"
I rub my face, chuckling. "Worth a shot. Okay, fine. Send me in."
She sighs, her bosom rising and falling dramatically. "Remember: one life. No respawns. Good luck, pervert."
The void swirls, and I'm yanked away.
『Teleporting to the Tower Base.』
I materialize in a bustling hub that screams MMORPG starter town. Cobblestone streets packed with adventurers in armor and merchants hawking potions. Towering spires loom in the distance, the massive Tower of Desire piercing the clouds like a giant middle finger to gravity. The air buzzes with energy—laughter, clanging swords, and the faint scent of roasted meat from food stalls.
My stomach growls, but I've got priorities. Gold: 100. That's starter cash. I weave through the crowd, eyeing the sights: a blacksmith forge belching smoke, an inn with winking barmaids whose cleavages could hide quests, and—jackpot—a glowing gacha machine tucked in an alley. It's shaped like a treasure chest with spinning reels.
"No way! Gacha in isekai? This world's made for me." I dump all 100 gold in, pulling the lever like a madman.
The machine whirs, lights flashing. Out pop... rocks. Plain, gray stones.
『Item obtained: Pebble x10.』
"Seriously? Not even an uncommon item? Rigged!" I kick the machine lightly, but a warning flashes.
『Warning: Vandalism detected. Guards will be summoned on further damage.』
I pocket the pebbles, grumbling. "Fine. Time to grind."
Spotting a shimmering portal labeled "Teleport Gate," I step through.
『Teleporting to the First Floor.』
The world shifts again. Now I'm on the first floor of the tower: a foggy, overgrown cemetery shrouded in eternal twilight. Cracked tombstones jut from the damp earth like crooked teeth, and withered trees claw at the sky. Moans echo from the mist—skeletons rattling bones, zombies shuffling with rotting flesh, ghosts phasing through headstones, and ghouls with jagged teeth leering hungrily from behind mausoleums.
A pair of system prompts flash in my vision:
『Conditions to clear the floor: Defeat the Guardian of this floor.』
『It is impossible to leave the floor without a return stone or clearing the floor.』
No weapons beyond my starter tunic (which offers zero defense) and no tamed monsters yet. HP: 300. One wrong move, and poof—perma-death. But I'm zERO, RPG god and strategy master. In the distance, through the swirling fog, I spot the silhouette of a massive, haunted castle looming on a hill just beyond the cemetery gates. "That has to be where the boss is holed up," I mutter to myself. "Classic dungeon design—spawn in the outskirts, grind to the heart."
Those pebbles? Improvise. I crouch behind a toppled gravestone, scanning the foggy paths. A lone skeleton patrols nearby, its bony feet crunching on gravel, far enough from the pack to make it my first target.
No distractions this time—time to get a real weapon. I palm a pebble and chuck it right at its ribcage. Clack! It rattles, hollow eye sockets snapping toward me as it aggroes with a guttural clatter.
"Yo, bony boy, over here!" I whisper-yell, backpedaling into a wider clearing between tombs. Kiting 101: keep distance, whittle it down ranged. My low DEX makes my throws wobbly, but I focus on the skull—obvious weak spot. Thwack! First pebble cracks against bone, chipping a sliver. 『Skeleton takes 4 damage!』 A tiny red -4 floats up. Nice, system confirms crit zone.
It charges, arms flailing like a drunk pirate. I sidestep clumsily—AGI 3 sucks—its claw grazes my arm. Sharp pain flares. 『HP -30: 270/300』. "Ow, fucker!" I kite harder, circling a tombstone, lobbing another pebble. Crack! -3 damage. It pursues relentlessly, but the fog and graves slow it. Third throw: direct skull hit, -5. Fourth: thunk, -4. I'm sweating, breath ragged, dodging swipes that whiff by inches.
Fifth pebble sails wide, but I recover—sixth nails the cranium dead-on. Crunch! The skull fractures, bones trembling. One more for the finisher: I wind up and hurl the seventh with everything I've got. Shatter! The head explodes in a spray of dust and shards. The skeleton locks up, then collapses into a heap.
『Defeated: Skeleton Lv.1! EXP +50.』
HP steady at 270 after that last graze. I rush the pile, yanking a thick femur free. It's hefty, jagged at one end—perfect bludgeon.
『Item obtained: Improvised Bone Mace (DMG 5-10, Durability 20/20)』
"Hell yeah! Bone club acquired. Now we're talking." Seven pebbles down, three left. No need to farm more trash—stealth mode activated. With the mace tucked in my belt, I creep forward, using the remaining stones like pro aggro management.
A zombie shambles into my path, groaning. I lob a pebble into a bush—rustle—and it veers off, arms flopping. Clear. Ghosts phase through the mist, ethereal wails chilling the air. One drifts too close; I bounce a pebble off a headstone for an echo distraction. It floats away, buying me seconds to slip past. But it clips me—icy burn. 『HP -40: 230/300』. "Chilly bitch..."
Ghouls are the worst: lurking in crypt shadows, claws twitching. One lunges from a mausoleum as I skirt by. I hurl my last pebble to the opposite side—thud—drawing its packmate into a frenzy. The lone ghoul hesitates, then pounces anyway. I roll aside (barely), but its nail rakes my thigh. 『HP -60: 170/300』. Blood soaks my pants, but I bolt, weaving through graves until it loses interest in the fog. Close one—thigh stings like hell, but those thighs of mine are safe. For now.
Heart hammering, I reach the rusted iron gates of the castle. Pushing them open with a creak that echoes too loud, I slip inside. The interior is even creepier: dim torches flicker on stone walls covered in cobwebs. Finally, after weaving through dusty halls—mace at the ready, but no more fights—I spot an ornate door. Pushing it open, I stumble into a lavish chamber. Moonlight filters through stained glass, illuminating a luxurious coffin in the center. "Treasure? Please be a legendary weapon loot box."
I creep closer, prying the lid open. No gold or gear—instead, a stunning young vampire girl stirs. Pale skin like porcelain, cascading blonde hair framing her delicate features, crimson eyes fluttering open, full lips parting in a yawn that reveals cute fangs. Her body carries an aristocratic grace: slender and almost fragile-waisted, yet blessed with lush, powerful thick thighs that strain sensually against the tight black dress while her modest breasts sit high and neat, subtle swells that only accentuate her regal, ethereal poise.
"Holy shit, I knew I should save my SP for this exact moment!"
My pervert senses tingle.
She sits up gracefully, her voice a sultry purr. "Who dares disturb my slumber? I am Lilith, mistress of this domain."
Her crimson eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, they flash with a deeper red glow—anger, perhaps, or something more intense? I activate my skill without hesitation.
『Do you want to tame this monster?』
[YES]!
But the prompt glitches.
『Tame attempt initiated. Requirement: Defeat in combat or fulfill blood pact.』
Oh, crap. The prompt hangs in my vision like a bad error message, mocking me. And this vampire beauty is staring at me with those crimson eyes, narrowing like she's deciding if I'm dinner or a joke.
I backpedal fast, nearly tripping over my own feet. "Whoa, easy there, fangs! That was just a friendly hello. No need to go all Dracula on me."
She rises from the coffin with elegant poise, her blonde hair spilling like golden silk over her shoulders. That black dress clings to her like a second skin, accentuating her slender waist and those thighs—oh man, those thighs. Thick and powerful, they look like they could squeeze the life out of a man in the best way possible, muscles flexing subtly as she steps out. Pale skin glows under the moonlight, fangs peeking as she smirks.
"Mortal fool," she purrs, voice dripping with sultry disdain. "You awaken Countess Lilith from her eternal rest and attempt to... tame me? Like some common beast?"
Panic surges, but my pervert brain kicks in with humor. "Hey, in my defense, you're the hottest beast I've seen. Those thighs could tame me any day." I wink, but my heart pounds—HP at 170, and she's probably levels above me.
Lilith's eyes flash with amusement mixed with surprise. She lunges playfully, more like a cat toying with a mouse, her nails extending into sharp claws. "Insolent whelp! I'll drain you dry for that."
I dodge sideways, my low AGI making it a clumsy roll. Her claw swipes the air where my head was, tearing a gash in the stone wall. Sparks fly. "Shit, that's not foreplay!" I yell, scrambling behind a dusty pillar. My mind races—strategy time. No direct fight; I'm glass cannon without the cannon.
I fish out a fancy glass on the table next to me, hurling it at a nearby chandelier. It shatters, drawing her gaze. She turns, and I dart to the side, toppling a rickety table. It crashes down, forcing her to leap back—those strong legs propelling her effortlessly, dress riding up just enough to tease.
"Tricks won't save you, boy," she hisses, lips curling into a fanged smile. She closes in again, her breath cool against my neck as she pins me against the wall. Pain shoots through my shoulder from the impact—HP drops to 120. But up close, her scent is intoxicating, like roses and midnight.
In the scuffle, her fangs graze my skin, and it clicks. Blood pact. That's gotta be it—something vampire-y and sexy. "Wait! Blood pact—does that mean... you bite me? Like, in a hot way?"
She pauses, her body pressed against mine, those powerful thighs trapping my legs. Her crimson eyes widen slightly, a flush creeping up her pale cheeks. "You... offer your blood? Willingly? How perverse."
I grin through the pain, my voice husky. "Perverse is my middle name. Come on, suck me—er, I mean, take a sip. Make it a pact. I'll be your tamer, you'll be my... well, hot vampire waifu. Deal?"
Lilith hesitates, her full lips hovering near my throat. "Foolish mortal. A blood pact binds us eternally. But your audacity amuses me." She leans in, fangs piercing my neck with a sharp sting that morphs into weird pleasure—waves of heat spreading from the bite, making my toes curl and my mind foggy. It's like a mix of pain and ecstasy, my HP trickling down to 100, but a warm buzz builds in my chest.
The sensation intensifies; her thighs press harder, her body arching against me as she drinks. I groan, half in agony, half in bliss. "Damn, if this is dying, make it last..." Blood flows, but not too much—she pulls back, licking her lips with a satisfied moan, crimson staining them erotically.
『Blood Pact Fulfilled. Requirement Met.』
『Do you want to tame this monster?』
[YES]!
A golden chain of light wraps around us, binding briefly before fading as my SP drains by 1000, leaving me at 700.
『Tame successful.』
Name: Lilith
Race: Vampire (Level 5)
STR: 5 AGI: 15 VIT: 7 INT: 7 DEX: 8
HP: 700 SP: 800
Type: Undead
Rarity: Rare
Affinity: ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Skills: Blood Drain (Active - Restore HP by draining target), Hypnosis (Active - Charm foes temporarily), Claw (Active - Extend nails into hard, sharp weapons for melee attacks)
My slot fills: 1/1.
And then—a familiar chime echoed in my head.
『Level up.』
Name: zERO
Class: Monster Tamer (Level 2)
STR: 4 AGI: 4 VIT: 4 INT: 18 DEX: 4
HP: 400 SP: 1.800
Gold: 0
Skill: Tame
Slot: 1/1
HP and SP resets to max—sweet! I feel a rush of energy, my wounds healing.
Lilith steps back, crossing her arms under her modest bust, a tsundere pout on her face. "Hmph. Don't think this makes you my master, pervert. I merely... accepted out of boredom. Eternal sleep gets dull after centuries."
I chuckle, rubbing my neck where the bite marks tingle pleasantly. "Boredom, huh? Admit it, you liked the taste. Now, spill— what's the deal with this place?"
She sighs dramatically, her thighs shifting as she perches on the coffin's edge. "This haunted castle is filled with mindless undead. I claimed this chamber to avoid the rabble—low-level intruders like you stumbling in, thinking they're heroes. Pathetic. But now I'm stuck with you."
"Stuck? This is the start of something beautiful." I wink, and she rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of a smile.
We hear shuffling outside—mobs drawn by the noise. "Time to test this teamwork," I say.
Lilith stands, her dress swishing. "Fine. But don't get in my way. And don't expect me to drain those filthy creatures unless I must—your blood tastes far better now."
We push open the door, facing a pack of zombies and skeletons. One zombie lunges at me, groping with rotten hands. I dodge clumsily, but it clips my arm—HP drops to 350. "Shit, these things hit hard!"
Lilith leaps in, nails extending with a snap. "Claw!" She slashes across the zombie's chest, tearing through decayed flesh. It staggers, but doesn't drop. "These vermin are tougher than they look."
A skeleton rattles forward, swinging a bony arm. I hurl a pebble, cracking its skull, but it keeps coming. Lilith swipes with her claws again, shattering an arm, but she's breathing heavier— not as overpowering as I'd hoped. We're in for a grind.
Another zombie grabs her from behind, forcing her to twist those powerful thighs to break free. Her HP dips to 600. "Disgusting! I need recovery, but not from this rot." She glances at me hungrily. "Perhaps later, from you..."
We struggle—me distracting with throws, her clawing furiously. Hypnosis would help, but she shakes her head. "Can't overuse it—leaves me weakened. Claw it is!"
A skeleton finally crumbles under her repeated slashes, bones scattering. I swing, bashing a zombie's head with a satisfying crunch. It reels, and Lilith finishes it with a claw thrust.
But the pack presses. A ghoul sneaks in, raking my side—HP to 250. Pain flares. Lilith's down to 550 HP, claws dripping ichor. "This is exhausting," she mutters.
We carve through slowly, my bone mace cracking skulls, her claws flashing. One ghoul nearly overwhelms us—Lilith tries Hypnosis briefly, charming it to attack a zombie, but she staggers afterward, dizzy. "See? Debilitating. No more of that spam."
By the end, we're panting hard—me drenched, her dress torn slightly, revealing more and more. "Not bad for a first date," I quip, leaning on my new mace.
She huffs, wiping her claws. "This is no date, fool. But... you fought decently. For a weakling."
The castle trembles suddenly, dust sifting from the ceiling. A deep, rattling roar echoes through the halls, shaking the walls. "What the—?" I mutter, gripping my mace tighter.
Lilith's crimson eyes widen, glowing faintly red with a surge of alarm. "The King Skeleton awakens—Guardian of this floor. Your ruckus must have summoned it."
From the far end of the grand hall, a massive figure emerges from the shadows: a towering skeleton clad in rusted armor, wielding a jagged broadsword in one bony hand and a spiked shield in the other. A crooked crown perches on its cracked skull, glowing with eerie blue flames. Its empty eye sockets lock onto us, and it charges with surprising speed, sword raised high.
"Shit, that's the big bad!" I yell, dodging as the sword slams down, cracking the stone floor where I stood. The impact sends shockwaves, knocking me off balance—HP drops to 200 from the debris.
Lilith leaps forward, claws extended. "Claw!" She rakes across its ribcage, chipping bone, but the King Skeleton swings its shield, bashing her aside like a ragdoll. She crashes into a pillar, HP plummeting to 300, coughing up a trickle of dark blood. "It's too strong—Level 10 at least!"
The boss advances on me, sword sweeping in wide arcs. I roll desperately, my low AGI making every move a gamble. A glancing blow from the shield clips my shoulder—HP to 100, pain exploding like fire. "Lilith, Hypnosis—now!"
She staggers up, eyes glowing red with fierce determination. "Hypnosis!" A wave of mesmerizing energy pulses from her, charming the boss briefly. It freezes, sword mid-swing, giving me an opening. I charge, swinging my bone mace at its legs, cracking a femur. But the charm breaks too soon—the boss roars, backhanding me across the room. I hit the wall hard, vision blurring, HP at 40. Everything hurts; death feels way too close.
The boss turns on her, sword thrusting. She dodges with her superior AGI, but the shield bash catches her mid-air—HP to 70. "It's overwhelming us!" she cries, her voice laced with panic, eyes blazing red.
Desperation fuels me. As the King Skeleton raises its sword for a finishing blow on Lilith, I hurl myself forward, using every ounce of my meager STR. "Not her, you bony bastard!" I leap onto its back, climbing the rattling spine, and swing my mace with all I've got—aiming for the crown. The strike lands true, shattering the crown and cracking the skull beneath in a burst of blue flame. The boss lets out a final, echoing wail, bones collapsing into a heap.
『Guardian defeated: King Skeleton.』
『500 Gold obtained.』
『Floor cleared.』
『Level up.』
Name: zERO
Class: Monster Tamer (Level 3)
STR: 5 AGI: 5 VIT: 5 INT: 19 DEX: 5
HP: 500 SP: 1.900
Gold: 500
Skill: Tame
Slot: 1/1
Lilith levels too, her stats boosting slightly, HP restoring. She rushes over, helping me up, her touch lingering a bit too long on my arm. "You... saved me. Foolish, but brave."
I grin weakly. "Teamwork makes the dream work. Now, let's get out of—"
The world swirls.
『Teleporting to the Tower Base.』
We emerge in the bustling town, evening shadows lengthening. Good—no direct sunlight; vampires and sun don't mix, right? Lilith shields her eyes anyway, her pale skin sensitive.
"What is this... chaos?" she asks, staring at the adventurers and stalls. Her aristocratic nose wrinkles at the roasted meat smell.
"Welcome to noob town. Potions, gear, quests—the works." I guide her through, but she tugs at her sexily torn dress, frowning deeply. Her fair skin is smudged with dust and ichor from the fights, blonde hair matted slightly, and she looks utterly displeased.
"Ugh, I'm filthy," she complains, her voice a sultry huff laced with disdain. "This grime is unbecoming of a countess. I need a bath immediately—and new clothes soon, or I'll wither away in these rags. Don't think I'll parade around like this for long, pervert."
I nod, chuckling nervously. "Got it, princess. We'll sort that out. First, let's find a place to crash. We got 500 gold from the boner king."
We ask around—merchants, adventurers, and guards. "Inns are pricey in the center," one says. "But there's humble rentals on the outskirts—cheap, if you're willing to walk."
"Sounds perfect," I say. Lilith pouts, crossing her arms. "Outskirts? How undignified. I am a countess, not some peasant."
We head out anyway, trekking about 20 minutes through thinning crowds into a forested edge. The house is a small, weathered cottage—old wooden beams, thatched roof, surrounded by whispering trees. A gentle roar echoes nearby: a crystal-clear waterfall tumbling into a secluded pool, steam rising faintly from the warm springs beneath. Perfect for bathing under the moonlight.
Inside, it's humble: a single room with a hearth, table, and one bed with clean linens. We'd have to share.
"This hovel?" Lilith scoffs, her eyes flashing red with irritation as she eyes the only bed. "I slept in coffins more luxurious. And sharing? With you, pervert?" But her gaze drifts to the window, spotting the waterfall. "At least there's that. I'm bathing now—don't you dare peek. Handle whatever peasant tasks are needed for this hut."
She storms out toward the waterfall, her hips swaying with that aristocratic grace, dress clinging to her curves. I watch her go, a pang of envy hitting me hard. Damn, under the moonlight? That porcelain skin glistening with water, those thick thighs... Focus. The rental quest is simple—clear some forest pests to cover the first week's stay.
I grab my mace and head into the woods, but my mind's elsewhere. Almost crying as I bash low-level critters—scurrying rats and buzzing insects—knowing she's out there, naked and wet without me. "Why me?" I mutter, swinging half-heartedly. My HP dips slightly—but I finish the quest, collecting pelts as proof.
As I pass the landlord on the way in, he claps me on the shoulder with a grin. "Lad, you cleared those pests like a pro—better than most adventurers. Here's a bonus for the trouble: some basic clothes, fresh and sturdy. Tunic, pants, even undergarments. No charge."
Before heading back to the cottage, I decide to make a quick detour into town with my remaining gold—can't crash without some basics. I hustle through the dimly lit streets, dodging late-night vendors, and snag a waterskin filled to the brim, a basket of fresh fruits like juicy apples and ripe berries that might appeal to her undead palate, and as a special treat, a bar of rich, dark chocolate wrapped in fancy paper. Vampires and sweets? Worth a shot to win some points.
On a whim, I spot a tailor's stall closing up and grab a new strapless dress for Lilith—simple black fabric with lace trim, but damn, it's shorter than I intended, probably hitting mid-thigh on her. I eyeball the size based on memory, hoping it fits without being too scandalous... or maybe just scandalous enough.
Back at the cottage, Lilith's already under the thin sheets, lying on her side, seemingly asleep. Her blonde hair fans out on the pillow, breathing steady. Only one bed—yep, sharing it is.
I strip off my grimy clothes and bolt to the waterfall, eager to clean up and lie next to that cute little thing. The water's warm, soothing my aches, but my mind races ahead. Scrubbing quickly, I put on my new clothes and hurry back, heart pounding.
Entering quietly, moonlight spills through the window, illuminating her curves under the thin sheet: the dip of her slender waist, the swell of her hips, and those powerful thick thighs outlined perfectly. My head starts to boil—wait, what's that in the corner? Her black dress and... panties? Tossed in the trash bin, crumpled and dirty. Of course—she's a countess; no way she'd wear soiled clothes again. That means under the sheet... nothing. Naked Lilith, inches away.
I put the groceries on the table and stand beside the bed, almost dizzy, thoughts swirling. Do I have the courage to lie down? I'm a pervert, addicted to NSFW games, but IRL? Virgin territory. Zero experience with real women—my hands shake just thinking about it. What if I screw up? What if she rejects me hard?
Then I notice: her ear, peeking through her hair, is flushed a deep red. Vampires sleep during the day, not night. She's faking it, waiting for my move. That tsundere act—probably testing me.
Gathering every ounce of courage, I take my shirt off and slide in carefully, the bed creaking under our combined weight. The sheets are thin, the space intimate—our bodies inches apart. The bed dips, and I feel her tremble slightly, her cool body heat contrasting the warmth building in me. My cock throbs harder than my racing heart, straining against my pants. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying not to panic.
Minutes tick by in agonizing silence. I can't sleep; neither can she, judging by her uneven breathing. The pulsing grows more noticeable, a rhythmic throb that seems to echo in the quiet room. It's like my body's betraying me, each beat sending a wave of heat through me.
Seconds stretch into an eternity. Pulse... pulse... the erection refuses to fade, fueled by her nearness, the memory of her bite, those juice thighs that could crush worlds. I'm sweating now, trying to will it away, but it's no use.
Finally, I turn my head to look at her. As I do, I hear it—the faint curl of her toes against the sheet, gripping like she's holding back. And there it is: her ass, perfectly outlined, round and inviting under the thin fabric.
My hand starts spasming, like it has a mind of its own. Millimeter by millimeter, my fingers creep toward that curve, drawn like a magnet.
Lilith shifts suddenly, glancing back over her shoulder while still lying on her side. Our eyes meet—hers glowing a deep, hungry red, her porcelain cheeks flushed with a rare crimson tint that makes her look even more alluring. She's embarrassed, her full lips parted slightly, fangs peeking as she whispers, voice trembling but edged with serious urgency. "P-Pervert... you need to resolve that... thing... quickly. Or I'll... I'll end up attacking you. Your blood... it's calling to me stronger because of it."
The arousal twists into a spike of fear—holy shit, she means it. Those red eyes promise a mix of desire and danger. Without thinking, the words tumble out. "I... I need some stimulus. It's not going down on its own."
She whips her face away, burying it deeper into the pillow, her body tensing under the sheets. Her voice comes muffled, laced with shame. "W-What... what kind of stimulus?"
I'm throbbing harder now, the discomfort building to a peak. "It's... really uncomfortable like this. I need to... take it out. Just don't look, okay?"
She stutters, a soft, incoherent mumble escaping her— "I-I... uh..."—before she clears her throat, forcing clarity. "O-Of course I won't look." But the way she says it, with that slight hitch, implies the opposite—like she's daring herself, curiosity warring with her tsundere pride.
I fumble under the sheets, opening my pants with a quiet rustle, freeing myself. I let out a deep sigh of relief as it springs out, pulsing freely now, hot and heavy against the fabric between us. "Ah... that's better. Much better."
Lilith turns even more away, shrinking into herself, hugging the pillow tightly to her chest. Her thighs clench visibly under the sheets, those powerful curves shifting as she curls up smaller, like she's fighting her own urges. "W-Will it... go away now?" she asks, voice barely above a whisper, still flushed and avoiding my gaze.
I swallow hard, the tension electric. "Not... not that simple. It needs... more." My hand moves instinctively, wrapping around the base, giving a slow, tentative stroke. The sensation shoots through me, making me hiss softly.
She freezes, her breathing quickening. "More? Like... what?" But she doesn't pull away—in fact, her body feels inches closer, the heat from her skin radiating through the thin barrier. The air thickens with unspoken desire, her scent growing stronger, intoxicating.
"Like... this," I murmur, stroking again, even slower this time, building the rhythm. The bed shifts subtly with each motion, and I know she feels it—the vibrations, the heat. Her red eyes dart back for a split second, peeking despite herself, before snapping away in mortified haste. But that glance... it fuels me, making me throb harder.
Her curiosity is so damn cute—that quick, stolen look, the way her body tenses like she's fighting herself. I can't resist teasing, my voice low and subtle, laced with invitation. "You... you can look if you want. I won't mind."
Lilith bites her lip, fangs pressing into the plump flesh, drawing a tiny bead of her own dark blood. "Y-You're... making it worse," she whimpers, but her voice is husky now, laced with need—cracking on the last word as if the admission costs her dearly. Her body betrays her further: a subtle squirm under the sheets, her thighs pressing together tightly, seeking friction she won't admit to. The scent of her arousal growing thicker, more insistent, wrapping around us like a fog that makes every breath heavier.
The tension's unbearable. I reach for the sheet covering my throbbing member, tugging it down just enough to expose myself fully to the cool air. But as I pull, the fabric drags along her side too—the part draped over her back slips lower, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her nude back. I feel her shiver violently, her skin prickling with goosebumps as the night air kisses her exposed flesh. That reaction... it's intoxicating, her body arching just a fraction in response. A soft, involuntary gasp escaping her lips—half protest, half plea—as the chill contrasts with the building heat between us. Her fingers clutch the pillow tighter, knuckles whitening, as if anchoring herself against the wave of sensation.
With that vision fueling me—her bare back glowing faintly in the dim light, the elegant curve of her spine leading my eyes downward like a forbidden path—I increase the rhythm, my hand moving faster, strokes firmer. The slick sounds fill the quiet room, my breaths coming heavier, each one syncing with the subtle tremors running through her body, as if my urgency is infecting her, making her hips shift ever so slightly in response.
I want more... need more of her exposed like this, the air thick with unspoken desire. My voice is rough, edged with desire, barely above a whisper to heighten the intimacy. "Can I... pull the sheet down a little more? Just a bit?"
Lilith shakes her head vehemently, her blonde hair whipping slightly with the motion. "N-No," she stammers, her voice muffled as she yanks the sheet up toward her face in a desperate attempt to hide her flushed features, burying her nose in the fabric like a shield. In the frantic movement, the fabric shifts the wrong way—exposing even more of her back, right down to the tantalizing curve where it meets the swell of her ass, the pale skin teasing me mercilessly, a glimpse of dimples at the base of her spine that makes my mouth go dry.
Trying to shrink away, to curl up smaller and escape the exposure, she arches her back instead—unintentionally thrusting her ass upward in my direction, those thick, powerful cheeks presented like an offering, the sheet barely clinging now, slipping precariously as her body betrays her with another shiver. The arch deepens the curve of her waist, accentuating her hips, and I can see the faint tremor in her thighs, the way her muscles clench and release, her arousal evident in the way she bites back another whimper.
My breathing turns ragged, heavy pants that fill the space between us, each exhale brushing against her exposed skin like a caress. My eyes devour her body, tracing every curve, every shadow playing over her skin. It's too much—the sight of her like that, vulnerable yet so alluring, her tsundere facade cracking under the weight of desire.
I can't hold back anymore. My right hand moves with intent, sliding along the side of her body, fingers brushing her silken skin as I drag the sheet lower still—trailing lightly over her ribs, down the dip of her waist, eliciting a full-body shudder from her. It exposes her fully—the round, firm globes of her ass coming into view, pale and perfect under the moonlight streaming through the window, quivering slightly with her restrained movements.
But I don't stop there... with a firm grip, I squeeze one cheek, feeling the soft yield give way to the powerful muscle beneath, then spread them apart, revealing her slick, glistening pussy—completely soaked, dripping with arousal that catches the lunar glow like liquid silver, the folds swollen and inviting.
Furiously, I stroke myself with my left hand, the pace frantic now, while my right holds her ass open, fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to keep her exposed—the pressure drawing out more of her wetness, making her hips buck subtly against nothing.
The view drives me wild—her wetness, the way her body trembles under my touch, her crimson eyes squeezing shut as she buries her face deeper into the pillow, muffling a series of escalating whimpers that build with each firm squeeze, each deliberate spread.
Her fangs graze the pillow, tearing tiny holes in the fabric as she bites down to stifle a moan, her thighs quivering, pressing together and apart in a rhythm that mirrors my strokes. Unable to resist any longer, her hand slips down between her legs, fingers delving into her slick folds with frantic urgency.
She starts masturbating right there, matching my pace exactly: fast, desperate circles over her swollen clit, dipping inside herself with shallow thrusts that make her hips buck subtly against her own touch.
The wet sounds of her self-pleasure join mine, a symphony of slick friction filling the room, her whimpers turning into breathy gasps as she loses herself in the rhythm, her crimson eyes fluttering shut in overwhelmed ecstasy.The air thickens with the sound of her restrained need and my building release, her body trembling violently now, thighs clenching around her hand as she chases the edge alongside me.
It's all too much; the coil snaps, and I come hard, spilling messily onto my own chest in thick, hot ropes, a guttural groan tearing from my throat, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over me.
At the exact same moment, Lilith's back bows sharply, her fingers plunging deep one final time as she climaxes with a muffled cry into the pillow—her pussy clenching around her digits, a rush of wetness soaking her hand and the sheets beneath her, her legs quaking in release, the shared peak leaving us both gasping in unison.
When it's over, my body slumps, spent, chest heaving. Lilith quickly reaches back with her hand, covering her exposed pussy in a rush of modesty, fingers slick with her own arousal as she presses them against her folds, a final, shaky whimper escaping her. I release her ass, the cheeks snapping back together with a soft jiggle, the motion sending another tremor through her. The sheet gets tugged up haphazardly, covering us both again as the aftershocks fade, leaving us in a heavy, charged quiet.
As waves of lingering ecstasy coursed through my veins, mingling with the bone-deep exhaustion from the day's relentless grind—battles, taming, and now this intoxicating release—my eyelids grew impossibly heavy. I fought it, desperate to savor Lilith's warmth beside me, but the haze of pleasure won; darkness claimed me, dragging me into a deep, dreamless sleep in that humble bed.
The system chimes softly, as if approving.
『Affinity Increased! ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆』