Anthierin lay completely paralyzed beneath his crushing weight. The shattered glass from the window glittered across the rug around them.
"Something's wrong with me, Rin!" Lexel growled again, his voice cracking with sheer, desperate agony.
His broad, bare chest heaved against hers, radiating a terrifying, unnatural heat that felt like an open furnace. He was trembling violently, his massive fingers digging into the plush carpet on either side of her head, entirely to keep himself from tearing into her like a starving beast.
Anthierin's initial panic suddenly shattered, replaced by a sharp, horrifying realization. The sudden bout of dizziness in the ballroom. The crystal goblet of vintage wine Mera had so graciously offered him right after the fight.
"That aristocratic bitch," Anthierin breathed, her eyes widening. "She poisoned you."
Lexel squeezed his glowing, feral eyes shut, a low, agonizing groan rumbling deep in his chest. "Burning... my blood is boiling..."
He shifted his weight, and Anthierin gasped. The sheer, terrifying reality of his physical state pressed unmistakably against her thigh. There was absolutely no hiding the effect of whatever military-grade aphrodisiac the Baron's daughter had slipped into his drink.
But as Anthierin looked up at his agonizingly strained face, a different kind of heat began to bloom in her own chest.
Just minutes ago, Kain had stood in this exact room, offering her a life built on apologies, cowardice, and regret. He had abandoned her for status. Yet here was Lexel—a man with the terrifying, monstrous strength to conquer cities—who had completely rejected a beautiful noblewoman in a sheer robe, parkoured naked across a moonlit roof, and crashed directly into her room simply because his primal instincts drove him straight to the one person he actually cared about.
He wasn't asking for apologies. He was completely, overwhelmingly consumed by her.
Anthierin's heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The lingering fury from Kain's betrayal evaporated, entirely consumed by the blinding, suffocating tension radiating from the man pinning her to the floor.
She slowly reached up. Her trembling hands bypassed his broad shoulders, her fingers slipping gently into his thick, sweat-drenched hair.
Lexel shuddered violently at her touch, his golden eyes snapping open. The feral, hungry amber light in his gaze was absolutely blinding.
"Rin," Lexel warned, his voice a breathless, dangerous rasp. "If you don't push me away right now... I won't be able to stop."
Before Anthierin could even open her mouth to answer, a frantic, heavy knock hammered against the thick oak door of her chamber.
"Anthierin?!"
Kain's muffled voice bled through the heavy wood. He sounded panicked.
"Rin, open the door! I heard glass shattering. Are you alright in there? Please, let me in!"
Anthierin froze. The shattered glass of her window crunched slightly beneath Lexel's shifting weight.
Outside her door stood the ghost of her past. Kain, the celebrated Champion who had broken her heart, abandoned her uncle, and crawled back only when his gilded, aristocratic life proved too hollow to bear. He was begging for a second chance, offering nothing but apologies and bitter, cold memories.
Directly above her, pinning her to the plush imported rug, was her terrifying, unpredictable future. Lexel was a force of absolute nature. He had dismantled the city's elite, humiliated Kain on the dance floor, and scaled a moonlit roof completely naked just to find her. He wasn't asking for forgiveness. He was completely, utterly consumed by her presence.
The choice wasn't even a choice anymore.
Anthierin's hesitation vanished. Her resolve hardened into absolute steel.
She didn't utter a single word to the Champion standing in the hallway. Instead, her hands tangled deeply into Lexel's sweat-drenched hair. She gripped him tightly, ignoring the blistering, unnatural heat radiating from his bare skin, and forcefully pulled his face down to hers.
Lexel let out a ragged, desperate groan the second her lips crashed against his.
The kiss was explosive. It wasn't gentle or polite; it was heavy, bruising, and fueled by pure, unadulterated adrenaline. Lexel's massive hands slid from the carpet, desperately caging her waist as he completely surrendered to the military-grade aphrodisiac boiling in his veins.
Every slide of their intertwined tongues sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to Anthierin's core. The sheer, suffocating heat of Lexel's mouth aggressively burned away the cold, lingering pain Kain had left behind.\
Every bitter memory, every tear shed over the arrogant noble on the other side of the door, was systematically erased, entirely replaced by the blinding, feral devotion of the man practically devouring her on the floor.
Lexel ripped apart her dress. The sound of tearing fabric echoed across the room, banging against the wooden oak.
"Hm?" Kain's ears twitched.
Her chest rose with each breath, framed in the soft arc of her posture. There were no skins purer that night, no breath hotter, no muscle warmer. Her face flushed red, every emotion within her crashed before her pride was ravaged.
His tongue glided, his lips kissed, and the bountiful size was barely larger than his hands. From one end to another, as if this was the last time.
"Ah~" She couldn't hold it anymore. Her lips quivered as her blush brightened.
He drew his breath as he watched the masterpiece sculpt beneath him. Her lips were smiling as if inviting him.
Both of Anthierin's hands reached down and grabbed his shaft.
"Rin.." Lexel's one last consciousness called out. Doubt's in his eyes as regret builds up.
"My anvil is tempered," but one hand pulled his neck down to a whisper. "Now forge me!"
"Ngh?!" Lexel's pupils shrank to a dot; the frequency of her tone instantly erased his common sense.
His hips taut as he cocked back like a bow. His lips parted, his brows furrowed, and he… slammed down as if every wall was nothing more but a heated butter.
"AH~" her temptation echoed, driving every lust in the vicinity, every lust but one.
Kain's eyes opened wide; he had never heard that word, that delicious word. He gritted his teeth and pulled out his sword before breaking the door open.
"Rin!" he shouted as he entered the room. His heart sank as he saw the couple by the window.
Lexel's entire back blocked his view of Anthierin, less for her hands that wrapped around his neck, her feet that locked around Lexel's waist, and her face that was on her shoulder. On closer inspection, it wasn't Lexel riding her, but it was her. She was moving up and down.
Anthierin's eyes opened wide as she saw Kain; however, her hips didn't stop as she kept hammering him.
"Y-You foul beast! For dishonoring a maiden, you shall face death under my blade!" shouted Kain.
Mera was running in the hallway before she heard her fiancé's voice echo out. She sprinted.
[Thunder Thrust!]
His blade emits blue coiling thunder. "DIEEEEEE!"
He thrust his blade forward, and the lightning illuminated Anthierin's eyes. Lexel's eyes, however, sharpened.
The room exploded as a thunderous boom echoed, and the forest behind it was scorched in a great line. Panic ensued inside the mansion, all maids and butlers running about. A double door swung open.
"What's going on!" The Baron looked right and left, but none paid heed to his needs.
Mera arrived at the scene, and she clasped her mouth. Her robes loosened; this was the room where Anthierin had been. What just happened…?!
Then she looked to the right and saw her rasping fiancé. The latter sheathed his sword and turned around, his face full of grimness; he didn't even pay any attention to his shocked fiancée and return to the hallway.
Mera gulped as she went deeper into the destroyed room. The odor of burned wood filled the room, and one could see the glowing ember eating the wood slowly. Trees fell and were broken apart as if twigs snapped.
What catastrophe… He is still a champion after all.
However, the sound of snapping twigs didn't stop, almost rhythmic. She shuddered and quickly moved away, yet the moon saw the truth.
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"Ah~" Her feet were buried inside the tiles of the roof, as her hair swayed by the ruthless wind. Her hands were on the walls behind the chimney.
His grip tightened—not rough, but deliberate. Controlled.
There was no hesitation in the way he moved, no uncertainty. Every motion carried intent, slow and measured, like he already knew exactly how this would unfold. The air between them felt heavier because of it, charged with something unspoken but undeniable.
The warmth didn't just surround—it yielded to him, responding in quiet, subtle ways. Not fragile. Never fragile. It was resilient, alive, shifting under his control while still pushing back just enough to remind him it wasn't passive.
He exhaled slowly, steady, grounding himself as he set the pace—unhurried, almost teasing in its precision. Like he was in no rush, because he didn't need to be.
Every second stretched.
Every movement mattered.
And the way he held her there—not just physically, but in the moment itself—made it clear.
He wasn't asking.
"Aaahn~" The anvil sparked a champagne of glory, but for the shaft, it was a renewal of lubrication.
Lexel didn't stop as the eruption kept building up in his hips, and with one last thrust, he locked himself inside.
"Nngh!" His shaft twitched a signal of a powerful pump. A flood was happening in the anvil as if it was dropped into a bucket of molten heat. His balls shriveled up and down as if they were giving it all.
The heat subsided as he limply walked backward and leaned by the chimney.
Anthierin struggled to turn around and leaned by Lexel's side. Her breath slowly calmed down, and something sticky was running between her legs. She put down her head on his shoulders, closing her eyes as if closing a chapter.
Shit… Lexel thought as he could hear his heartbeat more than the wind. It won't go down.
"Huh? Lexel, wait I don'— Ah~"
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The chill of the rooftop crept in as dawn broke, but Lexel barely noticed it at first—only the quiet, the soft weight of her still leaning against him, and the slow rise of sunlight spilling gold across the chimneys. She hadn't stirred, her breathing deep and even, completely spent, her hand resting loosely against his chest as if she had fallen asleep mid-thought.
"Shit… I need to get us some clothes."