Note: All characters here are above the legal age group of 18...
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Celia hesitated only for a moment before giving a small nod, her voice carrying a faint weariness.
"Okay… but how will you massage me?"
Her tone was soft, almost uncertain, but her body language betrayed her exhaustion. She truly wanted to relax.
Luxer's lips curved into a faint smile—quiet, restrained, yet carrying a trace of something sharper beneath. He didn't realize it himself, but his mentality was slowly shifting.
Bit by bit, the gentle boy who once only admired from afar was being shaped by the subtle predatory instincts tied to his Incubus soul. A thought flickered across his mind: 'Why should he care about Holland's feelings?'
After all, the so-called boyfriend was off indulging himself elsewhere, squandering this night with another girl while Celia—someone radiant, precious, almost diamond-like—was left to sit in wait. For such a man, glass was more enticing than a gem.
"Alright," Luxer said with quiet confidence, his eyes steady. "You just need to lie on the bed. I'll massage your back."
The blunt directness of his words startled Celia. She turned her gaze toward him, cheeks warming, as if his serious expression had pinned her in place. For a brief instant she wondered why she was the one growing so flustered when he was the one saying such things with unshakable calm.
Ahh, Celia, you idiot… She scolded herself inwardly, trying to suppress the heat creeping along her skin. She cleared her throat softly and gave a small hum, agreeing to his suggestion—but insisted on moving to her own room.
Entering Luxer's chamber, after all, felt far too improper.
Watching her retreat inside, Luxer exhaled a slow breath he hadn't realized he was holding. A faint blush rose across his cheeks.
This was his first time doing something like this—so close, so intimate—and excitement curled like fire in his chest.
Yet oddly, he found that his Incubus code seemed to lend him unnatural control, as if the flood of emotions and impulses could be neatly tucked behind a mask of composure.
So he steeled himself, set his expression back into calm seriousness, and followed her.
Celia was seated on the edge of her bed, fingers nervously twisting together. A flicker of hesitation lingered in her eyes, but when she saw the composed look on Luxer's face, she forced herself to settle.
'No, I can't be so wishy-washy. If I agreed, then I should just go through with it.'
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft but genuine. "I was really tired… but after this, maybe I'll try massaging you too. If I learn how it feels, I might pick it up." She gave a small laugh, attempting to lighten the air between them.
Luxer returned her smile with a nod. "Then I'll be your practice dummy. Who knows, maybe one day you'll even surprise Holland with it. I'm sure he'd enjoy that."
The casual mention of her boyfriend made her lips tighten. A faint pout surfaced as she turned her face away, burying it in a pillow. 'Holland… if you really cared, you wouldn't have left me like this tonight.' A hint of resentment stirred within her, though she tried to hide it.
With her lying down, Luxer climbed onto the bed as well.
Careful and deliberate, he shifted into position, his hands hovering over her slender shoulders. His weight balanced naturally above her, but the closeness, the warmth, carried a tension neither of them could quite ignore.
Had Holland walked in at that very moment, he would have flown into a rage—because from the outside, the posture carried an intimacy that went beyond the innocent act of massage.
The warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric of her nightclothes, every curve of her back outlined beneath his hands. It was a sight—and a sensation—that tempted Luxer more than he cared to admit.
Yet, despite the flicker of heat rising within him, he forced himself to remain steady.
His palms moved in slow, deliberate motions, kneading the tense muscles along her shoulders and spine.
Celia let out a small breath as the tension eased away.
His touch was gentle and careful, but there was something else about it—something that felt strangely soothing. A faint warmth flowed from his hands, sinking into her skin.
She did not question it, merely assuming it was his technique. What she didn't realize was that Luxer's cultivation, which he had been circulating throughout the night, was surging faster and faster.
The ether he refined through his Incubus soul seeped out with each press of his palms, subtle and invisible, wrapping around her in waves.
The Incubus Martial Soul was temptation embodied. Its energy was not just for battle—it was allure, influence, and the quiet stirring of hidden desires. As Luxer's excitement began to pulse beneath his calm façade, that same rhythm echoed within Celia's body.
Her cultivation stirred unconsciously, her martial soul responding to the stimulus as if guided by instinct.
A haziness began to settle over her mind, blurring the edges of her restraint, while her emotions rose like a tide she could no longer control.
Luxer was not immune either.
The scent of her hair, the faint perfume of her skin, the way her body flushed under his touch—each detail teased at the edges of his composure.
His thoughts wavered, darker impulses whispering at the corners of his mind. Yet with gritted will, he anchored himself, channeling all his focus into the massage.
He told himself this was not about surrendering to temptation—it was about giving her comfort. That, at least, was the excuse he clung to as his hands moved more firmly, more confidently.
The room was quiet save for the sound of their breathing.
Time seemed to blur, moments stretching long as his fingers pressed and worked along her back. Celia's lips parted slightly, her breath hitching with each pass. Her skin burned beneath his touch, her cheeks flushed, her body betraying her calm expression.
She wanted to ignore it, to pretend nothing was happening, but the strange warmth inside her chest only grew stronger.
Finally, after holding it back for so long, a sound slipped free—a light, unintentional moan that trembled past her throat.
Luxer froze, the sound cutting through his focus like a spark. His breath caught as his body reacted instinctively, his lower half pressing against her back before he could stop himself. His face tightened, struggling to contain the surge of heat that ran through him.
Celia's entire body stiffened, her face burning red as the realization of what had escaped her lips sank in. She hadn't meant for it to happen, hadn't wanted to give voice to the pleasure curling through her muscles, but her body had acted on its own.
The flush that spread across her cheeks was unmistakable, but so too was the truth: she had felt good—good enough that the sound slipped out despite every attempt to hold it back.
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the pounding of two hearts and the awareness of how far things had gone in just a short span of time.
Celia slowly turned her head, her eyes catching the faint glimmer of heat flickering in Luxer's expression. Her heart skipped, and a deeper blush spread across her cheeks. She bit her lip before whispering in a hesitant tone, "S-sorry… it just… slipped out."
Her words trembled with embarrassment, as though admitting the sound only made it more real.
Luxer drew in a steady breath, forcing himself to hold onto the calm mask that was quickly slipping. "No," he replied softly, his voice carrying a firmness that betrayed his restraint. "It's alright. I should be the one apologizing… I let myself get too heated."
Yet even as he spoke those words, his gaze remained locked on her. Deep, steady, intense—it was not the look of someone embarrassed but of someone weighing the moment, waiting for the faintest sign to step beyond a line that could not be uncrossed.
Celia felt her throat tighten under that stare. Her body tensed again when she became aware of the hardness pressing lightly against her back, undeniable proof of what she already suspected. For a brief second, her thoughts spiraled—reminding herself that Luxer was still a man, and men had their… impulses. Still, to feel it so directly left her unsure of how to react.
Luxer exhaled slowly, deciding to address it instead of letting the silence deepen into awkwardness. "About that…" His tone was quieter now, almost serious in a way that caught her off guard. "It's… the first time something like that's happened while I was giving a massage. I didn't mean for it. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable."
The honesty in his voice carried weight, and somehow, that made the heat crawling up her neck even stronger. Celia's blush deepened to a crimson shade, her fingers clutching the edge of the pillow as if it could steady her wavering emotions.
She buried her face halfway into it, her voice muffled but audible. "It's… alright. Although it's strange… it's not like you're doing something bad."
Her words were soft, almost tender, though heavy with an unspoken acknowledgment.
Luxer's chest stirred with a strange thrill at that moment. It was wrong—he knew it was wrong. Celia belonged to another man, one who had abandoned her tonight without hesitation.
Yet that very fact, the image of stepping into the place another man had carelessly discarded, sent a guilty rush of pleasure through him. His Incubus soul resonated faintly, feeding on the forbidden edge of the situation.
While at that moment, Luxer emotion was starting to reflect on Celia mind too, from the contact that was still there with Luxer touch. A heated feeling rose within her chest, and with the resentment she felt from Holland, it had more of an edge, and her mind gave her a reason to be with Luxer tonight, justifying it with Holland mistake of leaving her like this.
While Luxer, who was already reaching his limit, thought how, given the situation, if he were to not make any move, he would not be able to call himself a man.
His hand sinking in.
As he lifted the thin clothing over Celia body. Make it visible the back of her bra. And with a light touch he unlocked it, giving Celia a shiver, as she knew what was coming. But it only built more of that guilty pleasure she was feeling.
Seeing her reaction up to this point.
Luxer has no reason to back off anymore.
As his hand dove within the softness of the mattress and her mound.
Luxer felt the slight touch of her nipple and the softness of it. He felt a rush of excitement as he whispered in her ear. "Can you turn around?" Making Celia nod as she turned to face Luxer, who was looking at her face with a little excited expression.
But for some reason, his slightly immature touch was only giving her a refreshing feel to it. As he slowly sinks in toward her chest, and with a light lick, he swallows it in, making her moan, a weird yet pleasurable feeling surging within her body.