The Seductress’s Game

The silence of the Vast Forest grew thick, wrapping around Veer like an unseen force. The night air was cold, but his skin burned from where her fingers had traced his body.

Veer's heart pounded in his chest. The humanoid female—this creature—stood before him, her dark, inhumanly deep eyes gleaming with an amusement that sent chills crawling down his spine.

Her body was too close.

Her touch lingered on his skin like a whisper of temptation.

His mind screamed at him to act, to break free.

With a sharp intake of breath, Veer summoned every ounce of willpower he had left and—

Pushed her away.

His hands met her body—warm, soft, unexpectedly yielding.

And then—

Oh, no.

A rush of heat exploded in his chest as he realized where his hands had landed.

Firm. Silken. Unforgivingly soft.

His fingers pressed against the fullness of her breasts, the heat of her skin searing through the thin fabric of her attire.

A strangled gasp escaped Veer's throat. His mind blanked.

And then—he moved.

He jerked his hands away, but the damage was already done.

His fingers caught in the fabric of her dress—

And as he pulled back—

RIIIP!

The delicate fabric tore.

Completely.

And before Veer could even process what had just happened—her bare breasts were exposed to the cool night air, illuminated under the flickering silver glow of the moonlight.

Time stood still.

Veer's breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in pure horror.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

The forest air felt thicker, hotter.

The woman before him—this strange, unnatural, impossibly fast being—did not react in shock.

No.

Her eyes widened.

But not in anger.

Not in embarrassment.

In amusement.

And then—

A smirk.

Slow, deliberate, dangerous.

Her lips curved upwards, a knowing, wicked amusement dancing in her eyes.

Veer felt his stomach twist.

He wanted to run.

He wanted to speak.

He wanted to do something—anything—

But then—

She moved.

Closer.

Too close.

Her bare skin brushed against his clothed chest, the softness of her exposed flesh pressing against him.

Veer's breath came in ragged, uneven gasps.

His body froze.

She pressed herself against him fully, her bare breasts rubbing against his torso with deliberate slowness, her body moving like a predator playing with its prey.

And then, her fingers—cool, yet burning—trailed along his jaw.

Down his neck.

Slow. Too slow.

Her nails traced his collarbone before moving lower, her touch light, teasing, unbearably intimate.

A shudder ran through him, his body betraying him again.

"Tch, tch, tch…" she clicked her tongue, her breath a soft caress against his skin.

"Why fight it, dear?" Her voice was a melody of sin, each word woven with temptation.

Veer clenched his jaw.

His body was drenched in the intoxicating scent of her—a scent he couldn't place, but it was pulling him in.

It was in his lungs.

In his mind.

Filling him.

A part of him wanted to give in.

A part of him wanted to surrender.

But—

No.

With a growl of sheer determination, Veer shoved her away again.

Hard.

She staggered slightly but didn't fall.

And for the first time—her amusement deepened.

Something dark.

Something pleased.

Her smirk widened as she took a single step back.

"Well, well, well..." she murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction.

"There are only few who can resist Seraphina's allure."

Veer's chest heaved.

His fists clenched.

His mind raced.

Seraphina.

That was her name?

Who— what was she?

And then, before Veer could utter a word, she lifted her hand.

A single, elegant motion.

A flick of her fingers.

And just like that—new clothes materialized over her bare body.

Fabric woven from nothing.

Veer's eyes widened in shock.

His mind couldn't comprehend what he had just seen.

But then—her voice dropped.

Low. Mysterious.

"I see… he is right."

Veer's heart stopped.

A chill wrapped around his spine.

His pulse thundered in his ears.

His mind latched onto those words.

He is right.

"Who?" Veer demanded, his voice a mixture of fear and frustration.

"Who are you talking about?"

Seraphina's lips curled, a playful, seductive amusement lighting up her inhuman eyes.

She leaned forward—just slightly.

And then, she spoke.

"You are not yet ready, Veer."

Veer's stomach twisted.

His breath caught in his throat.

His mind reeled.

Not yet ready?

For what?

"What the hell does that mean?" Veer snapped, his voice laced with frustration and unease.

But she said nothing.

She only stared at him, her expression unreadable.

And then—

She smirked.

A knowing, unsettling smirk.

Veer's blood ran cold.

"How…?" His voice faltered, realization dawning upon him.

"How do you know my name?"

Because—he hadn't told her.

Not once.

And yet, she knew.

Seraphina's smirk deepened.

Her gaze darkened with something unspoken.

And then, she whispered—

"Who doesn't know your name here?"

Veer's breath hitched.

A wave of unease crashed over him.

And before he could demand an answer—

She vanished.

Faded into nothing.

The air around him shifted, as if she had never even been there.

The silence of the forest stretched.

Veer stood, breathless, alone.

And his mind was drowning in questions.