Alpha Unleashed - I**

The door clicked shut.

Just like that, she was gone.

Naked. Calm. Smug. Leaving him sprawled out, chest rising too fast, her scent still warm on his skin, his body still throbbing in the hollow of her absence.

Riku lay there, skin glistening, heart pounding like a war drum muffled in silk. Every nerve was electric. His cock still twitched faintly, oversensitive, aching. But it was his mind that wouldn't stop spinning.

I let her ride me like I was nothing but a toy...

And the worst part?

I liked it.

His hands curled slowly into the sheets.

Not because he was angry, but because he wasn't. Not really.

What the fuck is happening to me?

He stared at the ceiling, trying to collect himself, but her voice still echoed in his bones:

"You belong to me."

Do I?

It wasn't like he wanted to be submissive. That wasn't who he was. At least, not before now. Before her.

But she didn't ask for control.

She took it.

And he… let her.

No. I didn't let her. I had no choice. She's just… too much. Too much to fight. Too much to resist. Everything about her drowns reason.

He licked his dry lips, still tasting her.

I need to push back. Next time, I won't just lie here like a good little pet.

That thought gave him a flicker of pride. Control. The faintest taste of resistance.

___

"System," he muttered under his breath, "How many points did I earn?"

A clear, metallic voice whispered in his head:

[+1240 E-Cap Earned]

[Total Midnight Points: 13.6 MP]

He let out a low laugh.

"Good. Really good."

He paused, fingers drumming his thigh.

"Check best available skills for this… state."

The voice returned, calm and clinical.

[Primordial Alpha (Basic)]

• Beast in the shape of man.

• Tap into primal dominance while retaining core sanity.

• Effect: Double all attributes (×100%)

• Duration: one session

• Cooldown: 30 days

• Cost: 10 MP

• Warning: Excessive use may increase Corruption Rate.

A slow grin spread across his face.

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"Primordial Alpha... huh?"

It sounded dangerous. But it also sounded like exactly what he needed.

Not just to fight back, but to hold his own.

"She's already in my head. In my skin. In my rhythm.

If I don't push back now… I'll lose myself."

Without hesitation, he confirmed.

[Skill Acquired: Primordial Alpha (Basic)]

[MP Deducted: 10.0]

[Remaining MP: 3.6]

It hit instantly.

Like swallowing fire that tasted like lightning and power.

A hum spread through his chest, down his arms, across his spine. He sat up straighter, without thinking. His shoulders squared. His breath deepened. Even the ache in his thighs faded under the strange, vibrating energy that now coiled in his gut.

He stood.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

And for the first time that night, he looked around the studio like it was his battlefield.

She thinks I'm hers?

Let's see how she likes it when I push back.

His jaw clenched with new resolve, the memory of her riding him flashing through his mind, her hands on his chest, her voice whispering filth and command.

And yet…

God, she felt good. Too good.

He shook the thought away, focusing.

I'm not backing down next time. Not again.

His fingers brushed against the sheets, still warm, soaked with their sweat. The faint indent of her knees still pressed into the mattress. He could smell her on the fabric.

And still… he didn't want to wash it off.

This isn't about being her toy anymore. I'll become something else. Something better. Someone who can meet her hunger and rip through it. I'll take control. I'll make her lose her breath, her rhythm, her fucking mind.

He rolled his neck. Something deep in him clicked. Not ego. Not cruelty.

Just certainty.

The same certainty she had when she said, "You belong to me."

Let's see how she tastes when she's the one begging.

___

"System," he said, "show me my current stats."

The panel appeared in his mind's eye:

[MIDNIGHT SYSTEM – STATUS PANEL]

[Host: Riku Asano]

[Focus   : 5]

[Charisma : 8]

[Stamina  : 7]

[Libido   : 7]

[Composure : 5]

[Remaining MP : 3.6]

He tapped his finger against his palm.

"All right. No rush."

He thought deliberately, then spoke:

"Add two points to Stamina, one to Libido."

Instantly, the system confirmed:

[Stamina : 9]

[Libido : 8]

[Remaining MP: 0.6]

He opened his eyes, feeling the weight of his newfound power settle in his bones, and the hunger flare anew.

___

She came back expecting him still lying there, sheets clinging to sweat, obedience dripping from his lips like last time.

But he wasn't in the bed.

He was standing by the window, half in shadow, bare-chested, posture relaxed, like he owned the air she breathed.

"Riku....."

Her smirk died before it fully bloomed.

In two strides, he was in front of her. She barely blinked before her world spun.

THUD.

The bed groaned beneath her as she landed, her robe slipping halfway open from the force.

She blinked up at him, then gave a little scoff, amused. Unbothered.

"Oh? Trying to act like a man now?"

She laughed, breathless but smug.

"Was that supposed to scare me, Riku? You were still whining under me a few moments ago."

His jaw clenched.

Her legs were still parted beneath him, but her words licked across his pride like fire.

"Go on then," she whispered, taunting. "Show me something real."

He didn't say a word.

But she felt the shift.

She saw it in his hands, how they gripped her thighs harder.

In the clench of his jaw.

In the stillness of his breath before the storm.

Then....

He moved.

And slammed into her in a single, savage thrust.

"Ah....! F-fuck....!"

Her back arched instantly, the taunt still dying on her tongue as her body convulsed under him.

Her eyes went wide, shock, pleasure, disbelief.

"Still think I'm not a man?" he growled in her ear, voice tight, hips buried to the base.

"Because I haven't even started."

His mouth was already on her neck, devouring, claiming.

"I let you play," he growled against her throat, voice thick with heat.

"Now it's my turn."

Her legs parted instinctively, breath hitching in her throat.

She opened her mouth to tease again,

But he didn't give her the chance.

His hips drove forward, one sharp, punishing motion that stole the air from her lungs.

"Ah....f-fuck....!"

"Don't look away," he ordered, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

"Not until I say."

She squirmed, but he held her still, body locked against hers, rhythm brutal and controlled.

"You wanted to tame me?

Then come on command."

"Oh god....Riku...."

"No," he said, grasping her chin and forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Look at me. I want you to see who's breaking you."

Her lips parted, gasps escaping as his hips snapped into her harder.

The bed creaked beneath them, skin slapping in wet, sharp echoes.

Her moans grew frantic, turning into incoherent cries.

"You grind your hips when you're frustrated," he said, voice low, lips brushing her ear.

"You moan softer when you're afraid of losing control. I know you."

Her body arched violently under him, wrecked.

"Whose pussy is this?" he demanded.

"Y-yours....Riku....it's yours....fuck....don't stop...."

He growled, teeth sinking into her collarbone, marking her.

His hips snapped faster.

"Say my name while you break."

"Riku....Riku....!"

"You wanted to play?" he hissed.

"Then take it."

She screamed as he flipped her over, pulling her hips up and sliding back inside without mercy.

He gripped her hair, yanking her head back.

"You don't get to control how I fuck anymore," he whispered into her neck.

"I'll stretch every inch of you until you forget how to breathe."

Her voice shattered into desperate, animal cries.

"Riku....Riku....oh f-fuck...."

"Louder."

A sharp slap to her ass made her jolt, the sting blooming fast.

Then another thrust. And another.

Each one drilled deeper, harder.

Her climax hit like a wave crashing down, spine arching, eyes rolling back.

"Rikuuuuu....!"

But he wasn't done.

He gripped her hips tighter, thrusting into her through her orgasm, driving her into another.

Her voice dissolved into sobs, broken pleas.

"Too much....I....I can't...."

"Yes, you can.

You don't finish until I say."

Then he slowed, just enough to torture.

Long, deep thrusts that scraped her insides, just where she couldn't handle it.

"Now moan for me," he whispered, lips brushing her ear.

"Like I moaned for you."

She sobbed beneath him, breath shivering.

"Say my name again."

"…Riku…"

"Louder."

"Riku…"

"Beg."

"Please....Riku....I need you....I want..."

She shattered again, full body convulsion, her cries spilling out raw, open, wrecked.

He followed with a final savage thrust, groaning low as he came deep inside her.

They collapsed, tangled.

Sweat-soaked.

Spent.

Her body twitched beneath his, gasping for air, her voice a faint whisper.

"…you… ruined me…"

He pulled her close, one arm around her chest, smoothing her hair back.

His lips brushed her temple, soft and possessive.

"You thought I'd be rough and forget you, didn't you?" he whispered.

"No, baby. I don't want to ruin you.

I want you ruined only for me."

He kissed her shoulder gently, the tenderness a stark contrast to their previous ferocity.

"I didn't just fuck you.

I claimed you."