Chapter:0.165:After the Fire

The room was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of Rena's breathing — heavy, uneven, almost trembling. Her skin still tingled from the storm that had passed moments ago. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, flushed with heat and sensation. The faint glow of mana still pulsed beneath her skin.

She lay on her side, her long crimson hair scattered like wildfire over the silken sheets, clinging to the curve of her shoulder and the small of her back. Her golden eyes, hazy and unfocused, followed the silhouette of Jin — standing just a few steps away, slipping his black shirt back over his shoulders.

Her lips parted, dry, voice barely a whisper.

"…Don't go."

Jin paused, one hand adjusting the collar of his shirt. He didn't look back immediately.

She tried again, her voice softer this time, fragile. "I… I can still go on. I want more."

Her cheeks burned even saying it, but it was the truth. Her body still throbbed, not with pain, but with craving — not only for touch, but for closeness. For his warmth. His attention. The heat between them hadn't fully faded.

He finally turned to face her.

His crimson eyes flickered, unreadable. His dark pants were still slightly damp from where her release had touched them, clinging to the sharp angles of his hips. His shirt was half-open again, deliberately careless.

"You've had enough," he said, voice low, teasing. "Any more and you might faint."

Rena narrowed her eyes, her golden gaze shimmering through strands of hair that clung to her cheek. She shifted slightly under the covers — her bare form still exposed to him without shame now, only longing.

"Why won't you touch me again?" she asked, quietly.

Jin chuckled, stepping closer. "Because I'm cruel."

His fingers brushed against her jaw as he leaned down — slow, deliberate — and kissed her.

It wasn't gentle.

It was consuming.

His lips claimed hers, his tongue slipping past her defenses, coaxing a moan from deep within her throat. She gripped his shoulder instinctively, feeling herself sink again into the gravity that was him — the pull, the danger, the thrill.

When he finally pulled away, a thin line of heat — a silver thread of shared breath and saliva — lingered between their lips, trembling like a fragile strand of silk before breaking.

She looked dazed.

He looked amused.

"You're easy to ruin," he whispered.

She bit her lower lip, the taste of him still lingering. "Then ruin me properly," she murmured, voice barely audible.

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes — a shadow of hesitation, or perhaps temptation. But then he straightened, fixing his shirt with maddening calm.

"No," he said, walking away.

Rena watched him.

Her body still ached with need. Her legs trembled under the silk sheets. Her chest was bare, rising and falling in frustration, her nipples still hard, flushed from the earlier storm. She could feel her pulse between her thighs, warm and insistent.

But he was already at the door.

She wanted to scream. To chase him. To beg, even. But her pride anchored her to the bed.

"Bastard," she whispered.

Without turning back, Jin raised a hand in farewell, his voice light and mocking. "Sleep well, Dear Rena ."

And then the door closed behind him.

The silence returned.

But the fire he lit inside her… did not.

Then Jin said calmly, "Okay, the goal has been successfully achieved. Congratulations, Rena. You have truly become Rena Rotschy now." 

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Heat: Jin does this for Rena to free her from the restrictions and to eliminate any idea or even resistance in order to direct her feelings towards Jin only.