48: A Time Problem

[Master, it's already morning, and Lana is preparing breakfast. Your playtime with Xylara might delay your plans to reach the Void Emperor Realm.]

Lycius frowned at the system's interruption, irritation flickering through his golden eyes.

Morning?

It felt as if only a second ago, the night had just begun.

He clicked his tongue. Time truly was a nuisance.

With a simple snap of his fingers, the inferno of Xylara's insatiable lust was snuffed out—though it didn't stop her from continuing to lavish his skin with slow, indulgent licks.

Not out of lust.

No—this was something else.

Her tongue traced the firm lines of his chest, tasting the lingering sweat upon his skin with the same reverence a starving worshipper would offer to their deity.

She shivered. Moaned softly.

As if his very taste sent a euphoric wave through her body.

Lycius smirked.

This wasn't just the effect of Xylara's rewritten personality.

It was something far more profound.

The Curse Sin of Lust – Milk Addict.

A talent that ensured any woman who tasted his bodily fluids would be bound in addiction, forever craving more.

Sweat.

Saliva.

Seed.

To them, each drop was an irresistible elixir.

And Xylara was completely enslaved by it.

Yet, even as she worshiped his body with her tongue, Lycius's excitement had already faded into boredom.

The unfair passage of time annoyed him more than anything else.

With an exasperated sigh, he rose from the bed, unbothered by the heat radiating from the woman who still knelt before him.

Xylara followed without hesitation.

With just a thought, their bodies were cleansed—every trace of their sinful night erased in an instant.

Xylara, utterly unashamed of her nakedness, moved first, retrieving Lycius's clothes.

She dressed him first.

Only then did she tend to herself.

Once they were both prepared, they exited the royal bedchamber—only to find a familiar figure waiting just beyond the doorway.

Vynessa stood there, leaning against the cold stone wall, arms lazily crossed, her violet eyes flickering with amusement.

She didn't speak at first.

She simply observed.

Her gaze swept over Lycius, then shifted to her mother.

Then—her lips curled into an intrigued smile.

Even without saying a word, Lycius knew she could sense it.

The ominous, dangerous energy that now radiated from Xylara—an energy that was unmistakably his.

Vynessa's smile widened into something almost delighted.

Lycius returned the look with a smirk.

"It seems you're already satisfied with the aetherius surrounding your mother."

Vynessa tilted her head, her expression one of childlike glee, yet laced with something dark—a glimmer of twisted delight beneath that innocence.

"How could I not?" she mused, her voice carrying a melody of both innocence and malice.

"Your energy always means interesting games are ahead."

She took a step forward, violet eyes gleaming.

"And when it comes to those games…" Her smile sharpened. "…Mother and I are bound to have so much fun."

Lycius chuckled.

What an entertaining little monster.

Satisfied with their brief exchange, he motioned forward, and the three of them made their way toward the dining chamber.

Upon entering the dining chamber, Elizabeth's gaze immediately locked onto Xylara. Her golden eyes scrutinized every inch of the succubus's new self, searching for remnants of fear, hesitation, or weakness. Yet, none were found.

Xylara moved with the same confidence Lana and Elizabeth had known of her in the past—proud, poised, and unyielding. When their gazes met, gold clashed against violet, neither one faltering. A silent exchange passed between them, unreadable to all but themselves.

A slow, amused smile tugged at Elizabeth's lips before she finally looked away, satisfied.

Lycius strode towards the head of the table—his rightful place. With effortless authority, he sank into the grand throne-like seat, his presence unquestionable. Vynessa took her usual spot beside Elizabeth, her violet eyes dancing with intrigue.

Xylara, however, remained standing at Lycius's side. She didn't dare to sit without his permission. The shift in her was undeniable—her once untamable nature now wholly surrendered to the will of her master.

Lycius's lips curled into a smirk as he spoke, his husky, menacing voice cutting through the chamber.

"You may sit, Xylara."

Without hesitation, she nodded in acknowledgment, but as she moved to take the seat beside him, she paused. The lingering traces of Lana's power clung to that chair—an unmistakable sign of the dragoness's possessiveness over her son. Xylara knew better than to challenge that bond, at least not here.

Choosing wisely, she seated herself in the next available spot.

A mischievous glint flashed in Elizabeth's golden eyes as she leaned back in her chair, her smirk deepening. Her voice dripped with mockery, every word laced with cruel amusement.

"Who would've thought? The mighty Succubus Queen—the very woman who once escaped becoming a slave to the Abyssi family—would still find herself bound to us. Fate must truly enjoy toying with you."

Lycius remained silent, observing his aunt with an unreadable expression. He saw through her game immediately—Elizabeth was testing Xylara, provoking her to see how she would react to the label of 'slave.'

Xylara, however, showed no sign of humiliation or anger. Her confidence remained unshaken, her voice unwavering as she met Elizabeth's gaze with unflinching defiance.

"Elizabeth," she began, her tone steady, even proud, "I am not a slave to your family. I am my Master's possession—his and his alone. Not yours. Not Lana's. Only Lycius owns me."

Despite knowing Elizabeth could erase her from existence with nothing but a thought, Xylara did not flinch. Fear was an emotion that no longer held sway over her—not from Elizabeth, not from Lana, not from anyone. Only Lycius had the power to instill fear in her, and that truth was absolute.

From across the table, Vynessa's midnight purple eyes gleamed with approval. The succubus before her—once broken, once conflicted—was now worthy of being called her mother.

Just then, a tantalizing aroma filled the air. Plates of exquisitely prepared food materialized atop the grand dining table, an unmistakable display of Lana's culinary mastery.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber, followed by a familiar, velvety voice.

"Seems like you've finally grown a backbone, Xylara."

Lana entered the room, her crimson gaze locking onto the succubus. She had heard everything.

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