"A kiss." My voice remained calm as the words carried clearly across the training ground.
At first, faint whispers rippled through the crowd. Soldiers and trainees glanced at one another, trying to guess what request I might make.
Then my words fully registered.
Silence fell.
It wasn't ordinary silence either. It was the kind that settled heavily over a battlefield before a storm.
Eyes widened across the crowd as people exchanged stunned glances, wondering if they had misheard.
But when they saw that I was still holding Rosaline's gaze, they realized the truth.
I wasn't joking.
I wasn't bluffing.
This was the real request.
A kiss.
And not from just anyone.
From their commander.
Technically, nothing prevented Rosaline from granting such a request. It wasn't outside her authority or ability.
But this was their commander.
The image they held of her was ironclad. Untouchable. Unshakable.
Imagining that same commander kissing the young master in front of them all felt almost… blasphemous.
Rosaline clearly understood that as well.
She stared straight at me, her eyes cold and sharp, waiting.
Waiting for the smallest hesitation.
Waiting for me to flinch.
Waiting for me to withdraw the request.
Second after second passed.
Her gaze grew colder with every moment.
The wind rustled faintly through the training field as the soldiers held their breath.
The tension thickened until it felt like the air itself had grown heavier.
Finally, Rosaline spoke.
"I see."
Her voice was cold.
Seeing that I had no intention of changing my request, Rosaline stepped forward.
My heart immediately began pounding.
Part anticipation.
Part danger.
She moved with slow, graceful steps until she stood directly in front of me.
I didn't move.
She leaned closer.
Closer.
Our faces were now only inches apart.
Then she whispered in a low voice only I could hear.
"Do you fucking know what you're getting yourself into?"
Around us, the soldiers and trainees stared in shock.
Some of them looked downright horrified.
Was Rosaline really going to…
Surely the young master would back down now.
Surely he would change his request at the last moment.
But that moment never came.
Rosaline leaned closer.
The distance between our lips shrank.
Three inches.
Two.
One.
She continued moving forward.
Rosaline had no intention of going back on her word.
I found the situation strangely amusing.
Finally, I spoke.
"I want you, Rosaline…"
And then our lips met.
Gasps exploded through the crowd.
"Oh heavens!"
"Lord goodness!"
"They… he actually did it!"
Some of the soldiers who secretly admired Rosaline felt their hearts crack like fragile glass.
Others simply stood frozen in disbelief.
Their commander.
The terrifying Rosaline.
Kissing the young master.
Even Rosaline stiffened slightly when our lips met.
It lasted only a moment.
But it was enough.
When she pulled back, her expression remained mostly calm, though a faint shade of pink had crept onto her cheeks.
"You want me, huh?" Rosaline repeated slowly.
A faint smile tugged at her lips, and a spark of curiosity flickered in her eyes.
Then she turned toward the crowd.
"Everyone is dismissed for today."
Her voice carried its usual authority.
Then she looked back at me.
"Including you."
I held her gaze.
Though she tried to hide it, I could see a trace of embarrassment lingering in her expression.
Being forced into that situation in front of all her soldiers clearly wasn't pleasant.
Understanding that she wanted space, I simply gave her a small wink before turning around and heading back toward my quarters.
I could feel her gaze following me the entire way.
My lips curved slightly.
Because in that moment, I had finally realized something important.
A way to activate my system.
[Ding! Compatible target detected. Initiate sexual bonding to complete system link.]
[Note: Insufficient binding slot.]
[Please obtain more Ero points to create a new binding slot.]
[Current Ero points: 10/500]
…
[Name: Rosaline Valentine]
[Age: 38]
[Traits: domineering, loyal, devoted, committed…]
[Weaknesses: being dominated…]
…
I studied the system panel with surprise as I walked.
When I first awakened the system, I had only been given one binding slot.
After bonding Lydia, I had assumed that would be the only slot I would ever possess.
But now…
Seeing that a second slot was possible…
A slow smile appeared on my face.
'And Lydia is also a compatible target…'
That realization made the smile deepen slightly.
Still, another question lingered in my mind.
How exactly did I obtain Ero points?
Why did I already have ten?
And where could I obtain the remaining amount?
As I walked through the spacious courtyard, I began reviewing everything I had done since transmigrating.
The guards and maids looked at me strangely as I passed.
Clearly the news of what had happened at the training ground had already spread.
And it was spreading fast.
But I didn't care.
In fact…
I found it slightly amusing.
What would my mother and father say when they heard about it?
Lost in thought, I didn't even notice when I arrived back at my room.
Standing before the large door, I exhaled slowly and stepped inside.
Today had been… eventful.
Still, one thing pleased me greatly.
I had officially become a cursed warrior.
Now the next step would normally be to accept a mission from the family and hunt cursed beasts.
But I wasn't planning to rush into that yet.
'It would be better to secure a second partner first.'
That way my growth rate would double.
And Lydia's affection toward me still needed to rise.
Higher affection meant higher returns.
There were many things to do.
I would simply handle them one by one.
"Huh?"
I paused.
Someone was already inside my room.
The moment I stepped in, the figure stood up and turned toward me.
"Lydia…" I said with a faint smile.
Lydia's lips curved into a warm, knowing smile as her fingers loosened the silk belt of her nightgown. The fabric parted smoothly, sliding off her shoulders to reveal deep blue lingerie clinging to her full curves like a second skin.
"It isn't even night yet," I said, smirking as my cock thickened painfully against my trousers.
"I need your cock, young master," she murmured, biting her lower lip with that perfect mix of seduction and plea, eyes shimmering.
How could I deny a woman like her when she begged so sweetly?
"Come here. Kneel. I have something to teach you today."
"Yes, master," Lydia answered instantly, voice soft with respect. She closed the distance until her breath ghosted my thighs, then sank gracefully to her knees.
"Lower my trousers."
Her hands obeyed without tremor, tugging the fabric down. My ten-inch shaft sprang free, thick and veined, twitching with raw need right in front of her face.
"Ah!" A sharp gasp escaped her. The "dragon" pulsed inches from her lips, alive, hungry.
"Place your lips on it gently," I instructed, calm as if correcting a pupil's posture.
"Uh…" Lydia glanced up, cheeks flushed, shy hesitation in her red eyes. "Can my lips even fit around something this big?"
"You'll never know until you try." My smirk deepened.
She nodded once, then formed a perfect little O with her plush lips. Leaning forward, she pressed them to the swollen head in the softest, most reverent kiss, like worshipping something sacred.
A low hiss slipped from me. Nothing relieved stress quite like this - her warm mouth trembling against my tip, eyes locked upward in silent surrender.