Yuna slowly rose from the floor of the luxurious penthouse. The moment she stood upright, even Lucas froze mid-breath.
She was no longer the same girl.
Her shoulder-length black hair had lengthened dramatically, falling in silky waves down to her waist like liquid midnight. Her face had become undeniably sultry — cheekbones sharper, lips fuller and naturally glossy, eyes now a striking rose-pink with a faint black gloss that made them look almost wet with invitation. A small, seductive birthmark-like mark had appeared just behind her left eye, like a delicate teardrop tattoo that only added to her dangerous allure.
But the most devastating change was in her body.
Her breasts had bloomed into heavy, perfectly rounded orbs that strained heavily against the spare blouse she had changed into earlier, the fabric now stretched taut and threatening to pop a button. Her hips had widened into an exaggerated, mouth-watering curve, and her ass had become plush, firm, and impossibly tempting — the kind of ass that could make any man lose his mind with a single glance. Even her height had increased; she now stood at nearly 6'1", almost eye-level with Lucas, her long legs and thick thighs filling out the skirt in a way that made it ride dangerously high.
Lucas's blue eyes darkened as he took her in. For a second, even he was struck speechless.
Yuna turned slightly, catching her new reflection in the dark glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She touched the small mark behind her eye, then looked at her transformed figure. Her breath caught.
"Won't others notice my change…?" she asked, voice quieter than before, but carrying a new, velvety undertone.
Lucas smiled, slow and predatory.
"Did anyone even know you existed before?"
Yuna flinched. The words hit harder than she expected. She had spent years hiding, blending into the background, avoiding attention. Most people had never truly seen her — only the body they wanted to use. She huffed softly, turning to the side. Her newly enhanced breasts shifted heavily with the movement, the motion far more noticeable now.
Lucas raised an eyebrow. Even the way she carried herself was beginning to change — a subtle sway in her hips, a natural confidence that hadn't been there before.
He stepped closer, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear.
"Be careful, my little temptress," he whispered, voice low and teasing. "Your already seductive body has evolved to almost god-level. If those breasts keep brushing against me like that… I might devour you."
Yuna's face heated instantly, a deep pink flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She hadn't even realized how close her chest had come to pressing against him. The new sensitivity made her acutely aware of every point of contact.
"I… I…" she stammered.
Lucas chuckled darkly and gently bit the tip of her ear.
Yuna let out a soft, involuntary purr — a sound she had never made in her life. Her legs almost gave out. Her thick thighs pressed tightly together as a wave of heat flooded through her core.
Lucas pulled back just enough to see her reaction, clearly enjoying it.
Yuna glared at him, but the contract prevented her from truly cursing him in anger. She could only mutter under her breath, face burning.
Lucas grinned wider. "You can be free with me when we're alone. Curse me. Beat me. Even devour me if you like." He winked. "I don't mind."
The invisible chains loosened slightly. Yuna's mouth opened immediately.
"You bastard…"
Lucas chuckled, clearly pleased, and stepped back.
He tapped his bracelet and transferred a large sum of merits to her account.
"You can use these to buy some new clothes. I don't think your previous ones can fit anymore."
Yuna's bracelet chimed. She opened the notification, and her mouth fell open.
10,000 Merits Received.
She stared at the number in disbelief. "Who the hell spends a fortune just to buy some clothes…?"
Lucas shrugged casually. "Appearance can be a weapon, too. Don't be stingy."
Yuna's fists trembled with a mix of shame and reluctant gratitude. She quickly began browsing high-fashion options on her bracelet, ordering several new outfits that would actually fit her transformed figure.
Lucas watched her for a moment, then stood up. "I'm heading to the training room. You can rest here."
Yuna nodded silently. Even with all the changes, her psychological trauma still lingered. She felt safer here than anywhere else — at least for now.
Lucas changed into fresh training clothes and made his way to the private training room attached to the penthouse. He knew he was still lacking compared to the heirs who had trained since childhood. He remembered every lesson Dante had drilled into him and began training with ruthless focus — sword forms, footwork, mana node activation, survival drills. Sweat poured down his body as he pushed himself harder than ever.
After nearly two hours, a soft notification chimed in his vision.
+85 EXP
Lucas exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow. He understood now why James had told him not to open his system immediately. The EXP would have tempted him to level up too quickly. James wanted him to build his base stats and fundamentals first, the hard way.
Lucas smiled faintly and continued training, refusing to stop.
Meanwhile, Alex arrived at the Student Council building with Sophia and a small escort. The structure was dominating — tall, sleek, and wrapped in obsidian and silver runes that pulsed with quiet power. Only Alex and Sophia were allowed inside; the rest waited outside.
As they stepped into the elevator, Alex's expression was calm but guarded.
Sophia stood silently beside him, but her mind was elsewhere. She kept thinking about Lucas and how his presence might influence Alex. She cared for him deeply, like a little brother. The thought that Lucas could have hidden motives made her stomach tighten with worry.
The elevator doors opened on the top floor.
A final-year student with sharp glasses and an intelligent, serious face was already waiting for them.
"Alex Vanderbilt," he greeted with a respectful nod. "I'm Clark, vice leader of the Student Council. Leader Rachael Park is waiting. Please follow me."
Alex nodded. "Senior Clark."
Clark led them down a quiet corridor and stopped in front of an elegant set of double doors. He knocked once, then opened them.
Alex stepped into the private office behind Clark, the heavy doors closing with a soft click behind them.
The room was elegant and commanding — wide windows overlooking the entire university campus, dark wood furniture polished to a mirror shine, floating bookshelves lined with ancient grimoires, and a massive obsidian desk that seemed to drink in the light. Soft violet mana-lamps cast a sophisticated glow over everything.
Behind the desk sat Rachael Park.
She was breathtaking.
Long, straight black hair cascaded down her back like liquid silk, reaching all the way to her waist. Her face was sharp and flawless — high cheekbones, full lips painted a seductive crimson, and striking golden-yellow eyes that glowed with an almost predatory intelligence. She wore a glossy black qipao-style dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The high collar and intricate gold dragon embroidery accentuated her elegant neck, while the deep, daring neckline revealed a generous amount of pale, perfect cleavage. The dress hugged her narrow waist before flaring over full hips, with a high slit running up one thigh that exposed a long, toned leg with every subtle shift. Long, flowing sleeves draped dramatically from her arms, and her fingers ended in sharp, black manicured nails.
She looked like a queen who had decided to dress as temptation itself.
Rachael's golden eyes lifted from the documents on her desk and locked onto Alex. A slow, teasing smile curved her lips.
"Alex," she said, voice smooth and playful. "Did you already forget how you should call me?"
Alex's ears turned slightly red. He side-eyed Clark, who stood silently beside him, then lowered his voice just enough for only Rachael to hear.
"Noona…"
Rachael's smile widened, clearly satisfied. She leaned back in her chair, the glossy fabric of her dress shifting across her chest and thighs.
"That's better," she purred. "Come sit. We have a lot to talk about, little brother."
Alex moved forward and took the seat opposite her desk, trying to keep his expression calm even as his heart beat a little faster. Sophia remained standing quietly behind him, while Clark gave a respectful bow and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Rachael rested her chin on her interlaced fingers, golden eyes studying Alex with open interest.
"So… two Mythic classes in one family, and one of them is a secret older brother no one knew about," she said lightly. "The entire academy is losing its mind. Even the professors are whispering. Tell me, Alex… how does it feel to have competition from your own blood suddenly?"
She tilted her head, the long black hair sliding over one shoulder like a waterfall.
"And more importantly… what are you going to do about it?"
The air in the office felt heavier, charged with the weight of her question.
Alex met her gaze, the golden spear in his spatial ring humming faintly against his skin as if sensing the tension.