The client in Booth Eleven was nobody special. Human on the surface: lean, pale, long black coat that swallowed his shoulders. But Elma's instincts caught the twitch under his skin, the way his pupils pulsed faint violet when he looked at her. Not normal. Not safe. Exactly what she wanted.
Nitron's words echoed in her skull: "No touching. Just words."
She ignored them the moment the door clicked shut.
Elma slid onto the man's lap without preamble, her thighs bracketing him, her silver skirt riding high. His sharp intake of breath told her everything. She rolled her hips once, slow, deliberate, the friction pulling a groan from him before he could smother it.
Her body was already screaming for another climax, her nerves humming from Veylir's mark, her skin hot enough to ache. She leaned in, her mouth grazing his ear.
"Your boss wants a conversation," she whispered, grinding harder. "But I'm not here for small talk."
The man's hands hesitated, then slid up her legs, rough palms tracing her thighs. He didn't ask. He didn't need to. She was already setting the pace.
[System Alert: Action Deviates From Directive]
Warning: Engaging sexually with client.
Risk: Nitron Override Possible.
She laughed at the warning, biting the man's jaw hard enough to make him hiss. "Override this," she muttered.
His fingers pressed against the inside of her thigh, then higher, brushing where she burned hottest. The sensation made her breath catch, made her hips grind faster, harder.
"Yes," she whispered, half to herself, half to the system that was buzzing red behind her eyes. "I decide when I come."
He slipped two fingers against her, teasing, pressing, sliding in with inhuman ease. She gasped, nails clawing at his shoulders, her body clenching around him like she'd been starving for this.
Her climax built sharp and fast, a fire racing up her spine. She ground down against his hand, every thrust and brush making her moan louder, filthier, until she couldn't hold it back.
"F—fuck," she breathed, head tipping back, hair spilling. "That's it… right there…"
The rival chuckled, voice low and alien. "Hungry little demon."
He thrust his fingers harder, faster, until she was riding him, hips bouncing in a desperate rhythm. The orgasm hit like a blade — violent, shaking, tearing her open until she was gasping, clawing at his chest.
[System Surge: Unauthorized Release Detected]
Essence Transfer Initiated
Warning: Demonic fluid contaminating host system.
Elma felt it then — not just release, but something else. A strange, icy essence spilling against her skin as he came under her, a glowing purple fluid that wasn't human, slick and bitter-smelling, staining her thighs.
She froze, panting, staring down at him as it dripped.
"What the fuck—" she hissed.
The rival smiled, baring teeth too sharp for a human mouth. "Not every seed is made for children, girl. Some of it's made for chains."
Her stomach tightened, the echo of climax souring as the system blared red warnings.
[Contamination Level: Minor.]
[Effect: Temporary debuff — stamina drain.]
[Note: Further exposure may alter host permanently.]
Elma shoved off him, panting, fury cutting through the haze of pleasure. Her thighs glistened with that unnatural essence, her skirt sticking to her skin. She grabbed his jaw, squeezing hard enough to make him wince.
"You think you marked me?" she snarled. "I'm not yours. I'll bleed you dry before I wear your chain."
Her nails dug into his throat until blood welled. She bit his lip for good measure, tasting copper, before shoving him back against the booth.
[System Update: Client Status — Weakened]
+0.5 Level
Skill Boost: Soul Drain efficiency increased by 10% for 24hrs.
Her body was still trembling, still pulsing with the aftershock of climax, but her head burned with rage. She adjusted her top, wiped her mouth, and stormed for the door.
The system flickered one last time as she yanked the curtain aside:
[Warning: Nitron aware of unauthorized climax.]
Her stomach dropped. Not from fear. From knowing what came next.
Nitron would punish her.
And this time, he wouldn't use words.