Daseos wanted to look away, but couldn't.
Okay, let's be real…
He's a 16 year old boy in a world where morals were pretty much a joke.
Nothing could pry his eyes away.
It didn't help the fact that she was wearing nothing but sexy black underwear and a see-through lace nightgown that barely passed her hips.
As she neared, an intoxicating scent filled the air, sending tingles through Daseos's body—a scent that was as alluring as it was disarming, a natural trait for a succubus like her.
She leaned forward beside Daseos's ear, so close that he could feel her breath and purred,
"Happy Birthday~ You'll finally become a man this Sunday~"
"And, Hnnngh~" She moaned cheekily.
"I can't wait to taste our Inn's little villain~"
Sable cheekily licked Daseos's earlobe inciting his uhmm… flagpole to stand at full mast.
Ok… Enough with the euphemisms…
Sable's huge and delicious tits were in his face and his dick was harder than steel.
Faye's tiny hands shot up to cover Daseos's eyes.
"Aunty Sable! What if someone walks in!!!"
Sable's face twisted as if she'd bitten into a lemon.
"What did you call me!!! It's Sister Sable little missy. The 'A' word is banned within these walls!"
Puffing out her chest, Sable crossed her arms defensively.
"Plus it's mid-day, no one's gonna come in AND I covered myself!"
She punctuated her declaration by jabbing a finger toward her underwear.
Daseos pried Faye's hands from his eyes and stuttered, his lips parched
"I… I… need to take a shower!"
Covering his crotch with his hands, Daseos stood up and evaded Sable, taking clumsy steps into the dimly lit hallway.
The mahogany staircase loomed ahead, intricately carved steps beckoned him as echoes of Sable's laughter trailed behind.
"Hehehe~"
With every awkward step upward, he felt the weight of embarrassment lifting, replaced by relief.
He reached the third floor, darted to the end of the corridor, and pressed his thumb onto a scanner below the door handle.
The door unlatched, and he burst inside, slamming it shut behind him.
Daseos leaned back against the door, his breath ragged and heavy.
His knees buckled, and he slid down onto the floor.
For a moment, he let himself feel the comforting coolness of the wood against his back as he caught his breath.
'I almost lost control there…'
Daseos sat on the floor, his back against the door, pondering the irony of his situation.
Daseos clenched his fists, finding them surprisingly shaky.
'So much for being desensitized, teasing girls in class like Lilith is fine... but...'
He thought, staring helplessly at the huge bulge in his pants.
You'd think that a boy who grew up in a high-class brothel filled with scantily-clad beauties who'd turned temptation into an art form would desensitize him to his hormonal desires in some way.
Yea well…
You'd be wrong.
See, the controlled chaos, the realm of villains that was Antagonia wasn't planned.
Sure, they look human. Two arms, two legs, and all that jazz.
But that's just the surface.
Not only were they born more gifted physically, beneath the skin, they're all jacked-up adrenaline machines with a hunger for destruction and an insatiable lust— both male and female.
It's not an accident; it's evolution doing its thing.
In a world where death is more common than birthdays, high birth rates are a must.
Scholars even say it's an evolutionary trait.
You know, survival of the fittest and all that.
The survival of a society that's as harsh as a winter storm that hails knives needs people ready to, well…
Fuck—at the drop of a hat.
Daseos took another shaky breath, muttering to himself,
"Okay, get it together, man."
He reached over and grabbed a towel hanging on the back of the door.
With a swift motion, he wrapped it around his waist and made his way across the hallway to the bathroom.
Turning the shower knob, he let the cold water cascade over him like a waterfall of clarity.
He tilted his head back, eyes closed, relishing the shock of cold on his skin.
It was like a slap of reality, a wakeup call from the hormonal maze he found himself navigating.
And there stood Daseos, a product of this intense, unforgiving society, embarrassed as a schoolboy despite living in the midst of seduction and danger his whole life.
He might be adept at navigating the treacherous roads of villainy, but in the realm of lust?
He was as much a novice as any other young man.
*Creeeeakkk…*
The bathroom door slowly opened.
Silent as a whisper, a figure glided into the room.
Her reflection in the mirror by the door was that of an ethereal beauty—pearl-white skin, sapphire-blue eyes, and golden blonde hair.
Her disproportionate body was clad in nothing but a towel.
Disproportionate in the best of ways that is…
She was slim, with a tiny waist, but she had a pair of supple breasts that two hands couldn't grasp.
Quiet as a sneaky, lustful kitten, she closed the door behind her, as quiet as a breeze.
Suddenly,
*THUD!*
"Owwwiieee!"
The sound echoed like a gong in the small bathroom.
Daseos jumped, his heart almost bursting through his chest.
Hurriedly, he turned off the shower and wiped the water from his eyes to see what had just happened.
Sprawled out on the floor was Trixie, tangled in her towel and the bath mat like a kitten caught in a ball of yarn.
Her golden hair was splayed in random directions, and her sapphire eyes widened as if just realizing the law of gravity.
"Ahhh! Trixie! I was using the shower!" Daseos exclaimed, his eyes wide.
Rubbing the back of her bum, Trixie stood up with a cheerful, almost angelic smile, as if her fall was just another everyday occurrence—which, knowing her clumsiness, it probably was.
Her gorgeous blue eyes met Daseos's, and it was hard to believe someone could look so happy after taking such a tumble.
The sight of her could make a man forget where he was—those sapphire eyes sparkled like jewels, and her angelic smile could light up even the darkest corners of Antagonia.
Trixie's eyes widened further as she took in Daseos' wet, glistening body.
Sure, he had scars—each a tale of survival or battle—but they did little to detract from his imposing physique.
His chest bulged like a seasoned warrior's shield, and an chiseled eight-pack seemed to almost ripple with strength.
Realizing where her gaze had settled, Daseos blushed an intense red.
In a frantic, almost comical motion, he scrambled to cover his sensitive areas with his hands.
"So, um, can you maybe..."
Daseos stammered, unable to complete the sentence but hoping Trixie would get the hint.