Chapter 3
[Possession: Akidna]
Aiden stared. The screen hovered in mid‑air before him, translucent and humming quietly, dust motes drifting lazily through its glow.
[Akidna Ron valor
Status: Temporary possession
Bloodline: Fairy bloodline (low tier)
Mana: average
Grade: B class
Personality: calm/fearful
Skills: Hyper mind (basic Tier)
Beauty: Gorgeous (high Tier)
Talent: ⭐⭐⭐]
"What is this?" Aiden muttered, voice echoing in the chilled silence. He reached out, fingertips brushing the image of a woman—Akidna—her face pale in the interface light. Her eyes white, closed, frozen in unconscious vulnerability.
"So this is my system, pretty neat. Am I OP now?" he voiced aloud, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew it was nowhere near the truth. Power didn't lie in stats. It lay in the threshold between survival and annihilation.
He looked down at the woman still slumped on the floor, one arm draped awkwardly over the armrest. Akidna—breathing shallowly, chest rising and falling in the dim lamp glow. Now he knew who he was, where he was. And which cruel story held him in its grip.
His name? Aiden. The God, it seemed, liked irony. No last name, no legacy. Just a servant hiding demonic blood—until it hid him instead.
Faint memory flickered—a boy trembling in a cellar, his demon blood coiling like a serpent beneath soft flesh. A voice whispering: "You are nothing." A contradiction burned inside him now: the thirst to belong, the desire to be invisible.
The bloodline uncoiled. He had lost control—just like in the novels he'd read.
"Poor Aiden.....Then he becomes character development for the MC. Typical story progression," he voiced with quiet sarcasm, though the words cut hollow.
He gently lifted Akidna from the floor, carrying her in his arms with surprising tenderness. The room smelled of spilled water, damp linen, and lingering magic. Her pulse was light but steady. Midnight silence pressed against his back—thank God none of the guards were patrolling.
Placing her carefully on a nearby chair, he brushed stray hair from her forehead, water droplets glinting on pale skin.
"...born as an extra, fodder... what do I do with this life now?" he thought, staring at her robbed quiet, his thoughts looping in exhaustion and fascination.
He raked a hand across his forehead, flicking water droplets from ash-white hair. Akidna stirred, eyelids fluttering open. Her gaze came slowly into focus.
"Haaa…" she breathed. Dark eyes blinking. "...who, where,... what happened?"
"You… you kissed me?" she asked weakly, confusion mingling with accusation.
Aiden smiled and nodded, brushing damp strands from his face. "Yes, darling, what, you never got kissed before?"
His tone was nonchalant—detached—and yet something in her eyes flickered with conflicting emotion: fear, shame, wonder.
She touched her lips—as if uncertain she had lips at all—and the memory of that taste, that rough press of mouth, that pulsing energy in her veins spiraled through her memory.
"…You know I can call the guards and tell them you... you assaulted me." Her voice trembled, composed threat warring with a tremor in her chest.
He sighed, shoulders sagging. The whisper of power still thrummed around him—temporary possession meant boundaries had blurred. She was his in some way now. He felt both guilt and exhilaration.
"Forget that… how are you feeling? Maybe it was your first kiss or something, you just…" he trailed off.
Pat!
He slammed the table in frustration.
"....Fell down on the ground…" he spat, then bent and retrieved her glasses with a quizzical expression. "Here, are you even seeing me?"
"Thank..." she began, accepting the glasses with cautious fingers. And for reasons she couldn't explain, she felt no fear. Just a drumbeat in her chest every time she looked at him.
What is this? she thought, unwilling yet undeniable: I'm nervous to look at him…
She inhaled, straining for control.
"...I will forget that ever happened. Just… don't do that again," she voiced, voice low and trembling. She pushed herself upright with trembling hands.
She strode toward the kitchen door, shoulders stiff. Panic sharpened her steps. Rumors could ruin reputations—especially for a viscount's daughter. The rumor mill here was a blunt blade.
"Wait."
His voice soft but commanding.
Her foot paused mid-step. Heart thudding. She turned, eyes wide, logical mind screaming escape, but body stubbornly rooted in place.
Aiden rose and slowly approached. Each footstep was measured. Each breath sounded louder in the hush.
He reached the door. Brushed past her shoulder. Hand froze at the latch—then locked it.
Silence. The candle light flickered shadows across their faces—hers flushed, his golden eyes burning.
"...this... this is..." she voiced, audibly unsteady.
"…tonight it's gonna be a long night for you, Mrs. Akidna," Aiden whispered, leaning in. Heat radiated from him—or from the power beneath as his thirst started creeping up. But unlike the foder before, he knew the story. He knew what was next.
So He slid his hand over hers, warm and clammy. He guided her until she stood still, breath caught.
Her voice trembled. "What are you... going to do to me?"
Aiden smiled—a half-lidded, charming grin. "...many things... many, many things." He flicked the candle out. Darkness swallowed them.
Aiden came closer, much closer, his chest pressing against hers, pushing her all the way back to the door.
"…Aiden, we...we can still be stop..." she whispered, her voice caught between want and fear. Fear of what Lady Flora would say, knowing the man she had used for her satisfaction was now… now pushing her to the edge, his hands roaming her thighs, lifting her long skirt up, and up, and up.
"…Why would I? Why would I ever miss out on tasting a gorgeous maid like you?" he said, his hunger flaring more and more. He could feel it in his hands as he grabbed her luscious thighs.
"Ahh…I'm already....old, a thirty three year old maid..." She moaned but covered her mouth in shame as his hands ventured higher, between her thighs. "…Not there… not there. It's…"
"It's wet," Aiden finished her sentence, pulling her undergarments down, all the way below her knees.
"We are loyal high servants… we shouldn't be…" she said, but before she could protest further, he pulled her by the waist, claiming her lips once more, his tongue raging within her mouth, silencing any protest.
His other hand slipped between her luscious thighs, to the wet valley between, his fingers searching for something above her soaked core. And finally, he found it.
"…Mmm!" She moaned louder, still within his mouth.
Aiden released her juicy lips. "Mrs. Akidna, let me tell you something about being a good servant," he said, moving his fingers on her nub a bit quicker, sending jolts of electricity through her body.
"Ahhh… mmm… Aiden… ummm…" she moaned, seething in pleasure from his fingers alone.
Aiden grabbed her enormous, baggage-like breasts hanging on her chest. "…You have this luscious body; you need to use it, use it to serve, Mrs. Akidna. You are a maid—your whole purpose is to serve," he said, as his two fingers pressed inside, his thumb pressing and shaking her nub like a vibrator.
"…Ahhh… teach me… teach me then…" she said in ecstasy, clutching his broad shoulders. His thick fingers scrambled her insides so roughly, her body shook, trembling beyond her control.
Aiden pressed his fingers deeper, holding her waist tightly, his lips and tongue tasting her sensitive neck. "I will teach you," he whispered in her ear. "Let's start from the basics… you should always be ready for any situation… like this, ready to take my fingers inside you anytime," he said, biting her neck softly.
"Ahhh! Aiden… I'm gonna… Aiden, Aiden, I'm gonna cum, your fingers are gonna make me cum!"
Aiden stopped, just as he felt her body jolting with ecstasy, on the brink of bliss. She looked at him, gasping. "…Why… why did you stop?" she complained.
"Bad maid. A good maid should first satisfy her master, not herself," he said, unlacing his pants, his raging cock springing up like a tower.
Mrs. Akidna couldn't help but fix her glasses, staring at his massive cock. The boy looked so young, but what he hid underneath was dangerous, something so hard.
*…That's why Lady Flora couldn't help but call for him all the time…* she thought in awe, her gaze fixed on his thickness and its craving length.
"Mrs. Akidna, we are having a class here," he said, snapping her out of her trance. "As a maid, you need to learn how to kneel to your master… so kneel before me," Aiden commanded.
And she obeyed, dropping to her knees as if he were her master, her cheeks flushing crimson, unsure if she could take such a large rod.
"Don't worry, I will guide you…" he said, taking her dark hair in hand, pushing his massive, hard cock inside. "…All the way," he growled, feeling her warm insides.
He wasn't a subtle teacher; he was a rough one, already shaking his hips, his throbbing cock knocking at the back of her throat.
"Aaa… yes… that's it, a maid should always know how to clean a rod," Aiden growled.
As he moved his hips faster, the rasping noise of his shaft glocking inside her mouth echoed in the dark kitchen.
*Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock!*
Her glasses misbehaved, slipping from her ear, but Aiden didn't care. He pushed deeper, all the way to her throat, feeling her gags but pressing on, craving the depth as her eyes teared up, still watching him with lust.
*Glock! Glock! Glock! Glock!*
"Unnn… mmm… mm… mm… mm," she moaned, her mouth stretched wide.
The warmth and tightness around his cock, her warm tongue swirling to satisfy him more, drove him wild, even as he roughly deep-throated her.
"You are… a very good… maid," he groaned, feeling his balls tighten as his climax surged. He couldn't hold back any longer. Grabbing her dark hair tightly, he pushed his cock deeper into her throat, releasing everything inside, spilling all his seed.
"Mmmph!" She took it all, every drop, like the perfect maid she was, not letting a single bit escape.
He let go of her hair, now disheveled, as the frame of her glasses bent. "Now you know," he said, pulling his sloppy cock out and stepping back.
Mrs. Akidna wiped her mouth, her own nectar dripping to the floor. She wanted it, needed it inside her. Having taken it in her mouth, she knew she could take it in her core, aching for his throbbing cock.
She turned to the wall, crouching, lifting her maid skirt to reveal her melon-like buttocks. "Aiden…" she whispered seductively, "…please, teach me more…educate me.."
Aiden's rod slowly hardened again, and he smiled at her invitation, one he'd die before refusing.
"…Oh, I will… I will indeed."
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Morning came. No candlelight, only pale dawn creeping through cracks. Aiden woke slowly, body limp, mind hazy. Yesterday's night had been spent—on her, on him, on the hungry union birthed from desperation.
He felt pangs of pride—and none—to realize just what this incubus bloodline could do. Possession, not just magic, but domination of soul? Respect turned into power. Consent?
He reached for the system interface:
[Akidna Ron valor
Status: Possession complete.
Bloodline: Fairy bloodline (low tier)
Mana: average
Grade: B class
Personality: calm/fearful
Skills: Hyper mind (basic Tier)
Beauty: Gorgeous (high Tier)
Talent: ⭐⭐⭐]
He exhaled, seeing "Possession complete." His chest tightened—understanding.
"No longer temporary," he thought. "She's mine... in some way."
He rose from the bed, legs trembling. He dressed quickly in simple laundry garb. Each button felt heavier than the last—weight of fate pressing on fabric.
He grabbed a pile of clothes from his section and carried them toward the canal basin where laundry was done. But before he could step forward, a red‑armored guard clasped his shoulder with iron force.
"You… you've been called by Lady flora," the guard said, voice calm, eyes wide in shock. He still maintained decorum. He stepped back respectfully.
Aiden froze. The name stung—Lady flora was Akidna's mistress. The daughter of the viscount. The patron Akidna served.
He swallowed. Moisture in his mouth. Was he brave? Or foolish?
"...okay." He said with a delicate smile, though his chest trembled.
Left alone, he passed through the servants' courtyard, footsteps echoing hollow. Stone walls, rising crenellations; the castle's cold grandeur felt oppressive now.
He though' I will decide… who is master and who is toy…' The bloodline inside him pulsed—a forging hammer behind the prison of flesh.