"Phew... finally done." Lucas let out a long breath as he emerged from the secret chamber. He turned to lock the iron door, scrambled the combination dial, and slid the cabinet back into place.
Scanning the room, he habitually used his spidey sense to probe the surroundings. Finding no reaction, he pulled the solar panels out from his inner space and tucked them into a corner of the room; Nicole would arrange for them to be moved to the inner storehouse tomorrow morning.
This talent had allowed him to develop several new abilities. Autonomous scouting was one of them, allowing him to sense within a certain radius whether anyone was present.
"Everything is ready now. Once I get the solar and hydroelectric power set up over the next few days, we can finally start using electricity." Lucas stretched his limbs, looking at the heap of miscellaneous parts with a deep sense of satisfaction.
He had already installed a few panels over the last few days, so there weren't many left. The hydroelectric generator would be the trickier part; back on Earth, he had specifically asked the sellers for video installation guides.
"Huh? It's already 11:00 PM." Lucas checked his watch and let out a yawn. He began to undress for bed; he had a busy day ahead of him.
He glanced at the empty expanse of the bed and sighed helplessly. At this hour, the cat-eared girl wouldn't be coming. Even if they didn't do anything, it was nice to have someone to hold while sleeping—and his little body pillow, Amelia, wasn't around either.
Climbing into bed, Lucas lay still. He noticed his body was becoming stronger by the day; the constitution modified by his transmigration seemed to improve every morning. Lately, Mina had actually become a bit afraid of sleeping with him, complaining that he tossed and turned too much—or perhaps worked her too hard. Women, much like men, have their limits; if things went on for an hour or two, it stopped being pleasurable and started to become painful.
Click.
A tiny sound made Lucas turn his head toward the door. His ears twitched; the noise was minuscule, but in the dead of the night, it was crystal clear. His physical enhancement was all-encompassing—hearing, vision, everything was optimized. He wondered if he'd become something like a superman in a few years.
'Who would be coming tonight?' Lucas frowned in thought. 'Is Amelia back? No, her sister kept her for the night.'
He thought of Amelia's sister, Rhea. She had made it clear she wouldn't stay in the castle, preferring the Air Force base or buying a house in the city. Lucas didn't mind; the backyard of the castle was getting crowded anyway.
Creeeeak...
The door was pushed open slowly, the hinges groaning in short, hesitant bursts that betrayed the intruder's nervousness.
Lucas opened his eyes a crack and saw a familiar figure. He was genuinely surprised, and after a moment of thought, he realized what was happening.
Nicole, you little minx, he thought to himself. Since when did you get so bold? Usually, just a bit of flirting makes your heart race and your face turn red. Tonight, you're actually pulling a night raid.
Was it because he had been too busy lately? Had his lack of attention made her feel neglected? Nicole was moving like a thief now, tiptoeing into the room with bated breath before gently clicking the door shut.
After Mina's teasing earlier, Nicole had spent over an hour hiding in her room, rolling around on her bed in an agony of embarrassment. But the cat-girl's words had hit home. She had wanted to wait for the Master to take the lead, but every time an opportunity arose, Amelia would somehow end up ruining it, sending Nicole running away in a blush.
Lately, the Master had been even busier—managing trade routes, inspecting the territory, and dealing with noble affairs. She had noticed several girls in the castle looking at him with the same longing she felt. As the first girl to know him, she could accept not being the first to his bed, but she couldn't stand not being the second.
"Haa... haa..." Nicole took several deep breaths. She crept to the bedside, her eyes gazing at Lucas's handsome face by the faint glow of the candlelight. Her racing heart finally began to steady.
The master is still so handsome. Even when he's asleep, he looks so refined.
Rustle, rustle...
With a bright red face and trembling hands, Nicole undressed and climbed into the bed.
"Phew..." Lucas exhaled softly and slowly opened his eyes. Since the girl had been this brave, he had to respond to her love.
Seeing him awake, Nicole froze for a moment. She lowered her head in shame, her voice trailing off into a soft, melodic whine. "Master~~"
That single master nearly made Lucas's bones melt. He reached out, pulling Nicole into his arms and looking down at the girl who was trembling like a little lamb.
"Nicole..." He said gently.
Catching her faint, sweet scent, Lucas leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He felt her body stiffen momentarily before she began to respond with clumsy, unpracticed passion.
After a long moment, Lucas pulled back, both of them breathing heavily.
"Nicole, here I come," Lucas whispered softly.
"Master~~"
"Ah..."
"I'll be gentle..."
Lucas brushed his thumb gently across Nicole's flushed cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. Her eyes—wide, glistening, and impossibly vulnerable—locked onto his. There was fear there, yes, but also unmistakable trust and a trembling kind of hunger that made his chest tighten.
He kissed her again, slower this time. Not devouring, but coaxing. Letting her get used to the rhythm of lips moving together, the soft slide of tongues, the way breathing became something shared. Nicole made a tiny, helpless sound against his mouth every time he deepened the angle just a little.
When he finally pulled back, a thin silver thread of saliva connected their lips for a heartbeat before breaking.
"You're shaking," He murmured, voice low and rough.
"I—I can't help it…" Nicole's fingers curled into the front of his shirt. "It's my first time… everything feels so much."
Lucas pressed another soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the sensitive spot just below her ear. She gasped and arched involuntarily, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. The contact made both of them inhale sharply.
"Tell me if anything feels wrong. Or if you want to stop. At any moment. Okay?"
She nodded quickly, strands of blonde hair falling across her face. "I trust you… I want this. I want you."
He guided her down onto her back, pillows cradling her head. Moonlight slipped through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across her pale skin and making the nervous rise and fall of her chest even more visible. Lucas took a moment just to look—really look—at the girl who had quietly loved him for so long.
Nicole instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms.
"Don't," He said gently, catching her wrists and guiding them above her head. He didn't pin them—just held. "Let me see you. You're beautiful."
Her lips parted on a shaky exhale. Slowly, she relaxed her arms and let them stay where he placed them.
Lucas kissed a slow path down the center of her throat, between her collarbones, then lower. When his mouth closed over one nipple, Nicole cried out—high and startled—and her back bowed off the mattress. He swirled his tongue lazily, then sucked gently, listening to every hitch in her breathing, every tiny whimper.
The other breast received the same attention until both peaks were flushed hard and swollen, and Nicole was squirming, thighs pressing together helplessly.
"Master… it feels strange… hot…"
"Good strange?" He asked against her skin.
"Y-yes…"
He smiled, kissed the underside of her breast, then continued downward—ribs, soft stomach, the dip of her navel. Nicole's breathing turned ragged when she realized where he was going.
"W-wait—Master, that place is—"
He looked up at her from between her thighs. "Do you trust me?"
She swallowed hard. Nodded.
"Then let me take care of you first."
He hooked his hands under her knees and gently opened her legs. Nicole made a mortified little sound and tried to close them again on reflex, but he held her steady—not forcing, just patient.
When he lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue slowly along her slit, Nicole's entire body jerked like she'd been shocked. A broken moan tore from her throat.
"Oh—! That's—too much—!"
Lucas paused, lips brushing her inner thigh. "Too much?"
She shook her head frantically. "N-no… don't stop… please…"
He hummed in approval and returned—slow, deliberate licks at first, letting her get used to the wet heat of his mouth. Only when her hips began to rock unconsciously did he focus on the little swollen bud at the top, circling it with the tip of his tongue, then flicking gently.
Nicole's hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. Her thighs trembled violently around his ears.
"Master—something's—something's coming—I don't know—"
"Let it," He murmured against her. "Just let it happen."
He sucked gently on her clit at the same time two fingers pressed slowly inside her—only the first knuckles at first, giving her time to adjust to the stretch. Nicole's inner walls fluttered wildly around the intrusion, hot and slick and so incredibly tight.
Her whole body seized. A sharp, keening cry broke from her as her back arched off the bed, hips bucking against his mouth. Lucas held her through it, licking softly, slowly, helping her ride the waves until she collapsed back against the sheets, panting, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
He crawled back up her body, kissing every inch of skin he passed until he reached her mouth again. She tasted herself on his lips and made a shy, surprised sound.
"You're so sweet," He whispered. "Did that feel good?"
Nicole nodded, dazed. "I've… never… it was like lightning inside me…"
Lucas kissed her again, softer this time.
"Are you still sure?" He asked quietly. "We can stop here. Just hold each other."
Nicole shook her head, eyes shining. She reached down between them with trembling fingers and wrapped them around his aching length—hesitant, curious, exploratory.
"I want… all of you," She whispered. "Please."
Lucas groaned low in his throat at her touch.
He helped guide himself to her entrance, rubbing the head slowly along her folds, coating himself in her wetness. Nicole's breath hitched every time he nudged her clit.
"Eyes on me," He said gently.
She obeyed, pupils blown wide.
He pressed forward—slowly—barely an inch. Nicole's nails dug into his shoulders; her lips parted on a sharp inhale.
"Breathe," He soothed, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. "Just breathe for me."
Another careful inch. Her walls gripped him like a fist—hot, fluttering, impossibly tight. Lucas had to clench his jaw to keep from moving too fast.
When he felt the resistance of her hymen, he paused completely.
"This part might hurt," He warned, voice strained with the effort of holding still. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
Nicole swallowed, then lifted her hips the tiniest bit—silently asking.
Lucas kissed her deeply as he pushed through in one smooth, controlled motion.
Nicole cried out into his mouth, body tensing, tears slipping free. Lucas froze, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. He kissed away every tear, murmuring soft nonsense against her temple.
"I've got you… I've got you…"
After long moments, her death-grip on his shoulders slowly eased. Her breathing evened out. Tentatively, she rolled her hips—just a tiny movement.
Lucas hissed through his teeth.
"Does it… still hurt?"
"A little…" She whispered. "But… it's getting better. You feel… so deep…"
He started moving then—shallow, careful thrusts. Long minutes of just letting her get used to the rhythm, the stretch, the slide. Nicole's little whimpers gradually changed pitch—pain melting into something else entirely.
"Faster…?" She asked shyly, cheeks flaming.
Lucas smiled against her throat. "As fast as you want, sweetheart."
He picked up the pace gradually—deeper, steadier—watching her face the entire time. When he angled just right and dragged across that sensitive spot inside her, Nicole's eyes flew wide.
"There—there—!"
He kept hitting it, relentless but controlled, until her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels dug into his lower back, silently begging for more.
"Master—Master—I'm—again—!"
"Come for me," He growled softly. "Let me feel you."
Nicole shattered around him with a broken sob, walls pulsing rhythmically, milking him so tightly it dragged his own release dangerously close. Lucas buried his face against her neck, thrusts turning erratic, desperate.
"Where…?" He managed to grit out.
"Inside—please—inside me—"
That was all it took.
He drove deep one last time and came with a low, guttural groan, spilling hard inside her. Nicole whimpered at the feeling of heat flooding her, clinging to him as aftershocks rolled through both of them.
They stayed locked together for long minutes, breathing hard, hearts hammering against each other.
Lucas finally lifted his head, brushing sweat-damp hair from her forehead.
"You okay?" He asked softly.
Nicole gave him a shy, dazed, incandescent smile.
"…I'm yours now," She whispered.
Lucas kissed her slow and tender.
"You always were."
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