R18+ EXPLICIT WARNING
[[This chapter contains raw oral sex, breast milk feeding, multiple orgasms, fluid exchange, shared pain/pleasure, graphic gore, and heavy domination. Adults only. Under 18—>turn back now.
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The golden book hung between them like a living thing, pulsing soft light across the cramped dirt walls.
Shizu stayed locked on Reon's lap, her damp crop top stuck to every curve, black panties still soaked and clinging.
Reon's head lolled back against the rough earth. Dizziness clawed at his skull again.
"System," he rasped, voice low and edged. "Break it down. Like she's never heard this shit before. And I'm running on empty."
The velvet-steel voice rolled out smooth, patient, but carrying that addictive undercurrent that made every word feel dangerous.
"Simple version, Guest Shizu. Every kill the System tags as dangerous feeds Reon Experience Points—XP. Candy that levels him up. Level 1. Level 10. Level 100. Level 10,000. No cap. No ceiling. He keeps killing, he keeps growing. Forever."
Shizu's silver-blue hair fell across her face as she leaned closer, eyes sharp, no sparkle of childish wonder—just calculating heat.
"Forever," she repeated, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. "So one day he snaps his fingers and a mountain apologizes?"
Reon gave a tired chuckle that turned into a groan. "Something like that. But each level costs more. Level 33 unlocks the System Store. Weapons, herbs, artifacts, even shit from other worlds—guns, fridges, whole houses. Everything refreshes every seven days. But right now? Locked."
Shizu's thighs tightened around his hips. She didn't bounce. She pressed down deliberate, feeling him twitch beneath her.
"Store sounds useful in this hole," she muttered, mouth curving in that tomboy smirk. "But killing for candy points? Sounds like a fast track to becoming the thing you hunt."
The System chimed softly, almost amused.
"Correct. Anium reserves now critical. Level 0. Seven points left. Dizziness. Weakness. Personality bleed. Collapse in minutes without raw Anium."
Reon's vision blurred again. His hands slipped on her hips.
Shizu's expression flipped from focused to dead serious in a heartbeat. One palm pressed to his cheek, thumb stroking slow, firm. No panic. Just steady.
"Seven points is bad," she said flat. "Tell me how to fix it. Now."
The System didn't soften the blow.
"Fastest raw Anium transfer: intimate contact with a pure soul. Primary candidate—Shizu. Skin. Kissing. Licking. Fluid exchange. Highest yield from her life essence. Mutual benefit—she receives constant high-grade mana from you. Aging stops. She stays young forever. Contract optional. Breakable anytime."
The dirt pit went silent except for the fire crackling outside and the distant monkey calls.
Shizu's breath hitched once. Her cheeks flushed dark, but her eyes stayed locked on his—no squeak, no retreat. Just raw calculation.
"I met you yesterday," she said, voice low and edged. "And now your magic book wants me to feed you my body like it's dinner?"
Reon's jaw tightened. "System. Shut it. I'm not forcing"
"Partner Contract proposed," the voice cut in calm. "Like marriage without the chains. She gives life force. You give mana. Pure mutual. No ownership. Breakable by either. Or she donates without contract—gives everything, gets nothing back. Your choice, Host. Collapse in three minutes… or accept help."
Shizu bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. Her kind heart warred with the survivor in her eyes. She looked at his pale face, the tremor in his hands on her hips, the way sweat beaded on his forehead.
"…Fine," she said finally, voice steady but rough. "I'll give some life force. No contract yet. I don't do husband-wife shit I don't understand. But if it keeps you from dying in my lap, I'll do it. Tell me how. Step by step."
Reon tried to shake his head. "Shizu, you don't—"
"I want to." Her tone left no room for argument. "You pulled me out of alone. Let me pull you out of this."
The System pinged approval.
"Life-force transfer starting. Skin contact recommended. Begin when ready."
Shizu cupped his face with both hands—calloused palms from years of spears and survival. She leaned in slow. Lips brushed his, soft but sure. No hesitation after the first touch.
Reon kissed back. Gentle at first. Then deeper. His tongue slid against hers and she met him, rough and hungry, the tomboy edge coming out in the way she nipped his bottom lip.
She pulled back an inch, breath hot against his mouth. "Feels… warm. Like fire under my skin."
"More," he growled.
She kissed him again—longer, wetter. Her hands slid into his hair, pulling him closer. Tongue licking along his jaw, then down his neck, open-mouthed and sucking hard enough to leave marks.
Reon's grip tightened on her ass. "Fuck… Shizu."
Her mouth trailed lower—collarbone, chest. She tugged his shirt up and licked across his abs, slow circles that made his muscles jump.
Then she sat back, eyes dark. "If I take this off…" She hooked thumbs in her crop top. "You better not stare like an idiot."
Reon's crimson eyes burned. "Never."
The top came off. Her black bra followed a second later. Breasts spilled free—heavy, perfect, nipples already tight from the cool air and the heat between them.
She didn't cover up. Just watched him watch her.
Reon leaned forward. Lips brushed one peak. Then he took it in his mouth and sucked—slow, deliberate.
Shizu's head fell back. A low, rough moan tore from her throat. "Shit… that's—"
Warm, sweet liquid hit his tongue. Thick. Rich.
Her eyes snapped wide. "What the hell just came out?"
Reon didn't stop. He sucked harder. More flowed. Anium slammed into his veins like liquid lightning—764,80 points flashing behind his eyes.
Shizu's thighs shook around him. Her hips rolled once, involuntary. "Gods… it feels too good. Don't you dare stop."
Wave after wave rolled through her. She came hard—silent at first, then a choked groan, body arching, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Reon switched sides. Sucked deeper. Her second orgasm hit faster, rougher. She ground against his lap through the fabric, breath ragged.
"Lower," she ordered, voice hoarse. "Now."
He slid down. Tongue traced slow, filthy circles between her thighs, tasting how soaked she already was. Shizu's hips bucked. She came again—harder—moaning his name like a curse and a prayer at the same time.
But when he tried to push further, to slide inside her, a sharp electric shock froze his spine.
The System pinged.
"Intercourse locked until Partner Contract forms. Apologies, Host."
Reon dropped his head against her shoulder, laughing through the frustration. "You fucking bastard."
Shizu panted against his neck, still trembling, still flushed. "Locked? After all that?" She gave a low, dangerous laugh. "Fine. We'll fix that later. But right now you're powered up and I'm still dripping. Use it."
BOOM.
The ground shook. Dirt rained from the banana-leaf roof. A monstrous roar split the jungle wide open.
Shizu's eyes narrowed in recognition. "Ghost Viper. Big one. Coming from below."
Reon stood fast. Anium roaring through him like fresh fire. Crimson eyes glowing.
The dirt exploded upward.
A ten-meter shadow burst out—scales shimmering like oil, fangs dripping black venom, ghostly white eyes locked on them.
Reon cracked his knuckles. "Perfect timing."
Shizu grabbed the spear, still topless, sweat glistening on her skin. "Don't die, Sky-Boy. I just fed you. Make it worth it."
Reon thrust his hand forward. Void flames erupted black and purple.
The viper lunged.
He dodged left, flames slicing across its side. Scales melted. Blood hissed. The beast screamed—high, wet, furious.
Shizu moved like a ghost behind it, spear flashing. She jammed the tip into a soft spot under the jaw. Pain feedback hit Reon through the new link—sharp but halved. He grunted and pushed through.
"Together," he snarled.
She yanked the spear free. Blood sprayed across her bare chest.
Reon slammed both palms down. Void Binding triggered. Black threads shot from his hands, wrapping the viper's body like living chains.
The monster thrashed. Bones cracked. Venom sprayed. One fang grazed Reon's shoulder—burning pain.
Shizu was there instantly, pressing her palm to the wound, sharing the link. Her own shoulder flared with mirrored fire, but she didn't flinch. "Keep going. I can take it."
He poured everything into the threads.
The viper's body split open with a wet CRACK. Guts spilled. The roar cut off mid-scream.
Silence crashed back.
Reon stood over the corpse, chest heaving, flames still licking his fingers.
Shizu wiped blood from her cheek, breathing hard, eyes locked on him with something new—respect mixed with raw hunger.
"Level up already?" she asked, voice low.
The System chimed.
"+3,200 XP. Level 4 unlocked. New sub-skill available: Creation Burst."
Reon smirked down at her. "We're not done tonight."
He stepped closer, fingers brushing her blood-streaked breast.
"But that empress the System warned about earlier? Forty-seven minutes out. And the contract is still locked."
Shizu's lips curled into a savage grin. She pressed her body against his, slick and warm.
"Then we've got forty-six minutes to break every rule your book wrote."
Her hand slid down his chest, lower, gripping him through his pants.
"Start making that contract sound real good, Sky-Boy… because when that empress shows up, I want her to smell me all over your throne."
The jungle stayed dead silent.
But in the distance, golden light cracked the sky like a second sunrise.
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