CHAPTER 71: CHAPTER 71: EDUCATION

[Sabrina D. Merlin

Status: Full Possession

Bloodline: Mythical Lion Half (High Tier)

Mana: High

Grade: S-Class

Personality: Happy / Fulfilled / Tainted Dissolved

Skills: Lion Vein (High), Myth Aura (High), Mana Heart (Mythical)

Beauty: Soft and Voluptuous (Very Very High)

Talent: ⭐⭐⭐⭐]

Aiden’s notifications were going mad.

Not ringing, not chiming. Popping. Exploding across his vision.

Each one a flare, each one a mark of conquest.

And his heart—

his heart wasn’t starving.

It was burning from excess.

Excess ember.

That dangerous, intoxicating ember that came from breaking women above his station. Noble women. Proud women. Women who once looked down on him with chin raised and lips curled.

Now bent.

Now screaming.

Now conquered.

The ember of Sabrina D. Merlin and Catherine Von Leonidus poured into him, more than his body should even hold, and for a moment—just a moment—he thought he might burst apart from within.

It was sweet. Sweet and searing, like drinking molten honey straight from the comb, knowing it could cook your insides, and loving it anyway.

But it was done.

Both of them—

booothhh—

now his.

Not partially, not trembling on the edge.

Full possession.

Oh gods, how good it felt.

How right it felt to pin them, to tear down their resistance, to fuck them until their noble legs collapsed into his, until their voices cracked and their pride ran out of their mouths in broken gasps.

Their arrogance, their centuries of ego and tradition—

all of it had been laid bare across his cock.

That feeling...

that high...

that immense satisfaction of seeing haughty, lion-blooded women reduced to moaning, drooling, pawing sluts.

Aiden almost laughed aloud.

[Notification]

[Notification]

[Excess ember detected.]

[Excess ember detected.]

[High Incubus bloodline resonating.]

The system’s voice wouldn’t stop.

A flood. A wave. Relentless.

"Hah..." Aiden exhaled sharply, silver hair clinging to his temple from sweat, his shirt half-open, skin still humming with aftershocks.

The corridor stretched long and hollow, the lanterns dimmed, midnight bleeding into morning.

Silent. Empty.

Or so he thought.

But then—

the steps.

Quiet. Feather-soft.

But trained ears like his caught them.

Not the heavy tread of guards. Not the timid shuffle of maids.

No. Something sharper. Familiar.

Them.

The daughters.

Both daughters of the noblewomen he had claimed. He had devoured.

Both trailing him in the dark, silent as predators.

"System told me they were near...," he thought, smirking to himself, "but didn’t say where. Watching, were they? Hiding in shadows, peeking through cracks, listening while their proud mothers cried on my cock?"

He tilted his head, his grin widening.

"Let’s see what they’re feeling."

[Flora D. Leonidus

Status: Full Possession

Personality: Lustful / Disappointed / Angry]

[Luna D. Merlin

Status: Full Possession

Personality: Very Lustful / Betrayed / Angry]

Aiden chuckled under his breath. "So... they were watching."

What daughter could endure seeing her lover defile her mother?

What daughter could sit still while her own fantasies blurred into reality, jealousy and lust tearing her in half?

"...Haa... when will they ever learn?"

"Transmute skill: Draconic Aura (Catherine)."

From the corner of his eye, he saw them.

Flora’s golden mane catching stray light.

Luna’s fiery red hair trembling as she shadowed flora’s steps.

Their strides were light, nearly soundless, but their faces betrayed them.

Flora’s fury burned in her eyes, though her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, jaw trembling from a heat she couldn’t suppress.

Luna tried to hide behind her, eyes lowered, but the redness of her ears, the way her thighs brushed together, betrayed everything.

Ferocity. Shame. Lust.

The system didn’t lie.

It never lied.

He didn’t stop walking. Instead, he drifted toward Augustus’s office.

The door gave way with a groan.

Moonlight burst in, washing the room in cold silver.

And there it was—

the chair.

The massive, domineering chair no one dared sit upon. Augustus’s seat. Symbol of authority. Symbol of untouchable nobility.

Aiden sneered.

He brushed the polished surface of the desk, fingers caressing it with deliberate smoothness, as though he already owned it. He placed his knightly sigil on the wood with a soft clink.

Then he sat.

Moonlight drenched him as he leaned back, long silver hair glowing pale like liquid light, his profile sharp as a blade.

One leg crossed over the other, boot resting heavy, confident.

He belonged here.

A king in all but name.

And one day—

not far from now—

this seat would be his.

Before the dungeon break.

Before the civil war.

Before the world burned, it would be his throne.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Closer. Louder now.

He had left the door wide open. He wanted them to find him.

The air carried the scent of Sabrina still clinging to his skin, musky, overwhelming. Their mother’s scent, now etched into him like a brand.

And they followed it—like moths to flame.

Golden hair crossed the threshold first.

Flora.

Eyes fierce, trembling, gold flames sparking behind them.

"You... why are you sitting there? That’s not—"

Her voice cracked, rage choking her.

Behind her, Luna entered, unable to lift her gaze, eyes darting anywhere but his.

"It’s pointless, Flora," she muttered. "A waste of energy... he won’t listen."

But Flora ignored her, storming forward until the desk rattled beneath her hand.

BAM!

Her palm smacked the wood.

"Get up! We have important things to discuss!" she snapped, her fury a blazing lion’s roar.

Aiden only smiled.

He lifted his leg, planting it atop the desk, boot nearly touching her trembling hand.

"Talk about what?" His voice rolled smooth, amused, mocking.

Flora staggered inside, fury tangling with longing. Her chest rose and fell, her heart torn, her body screaming one thing while her pride screamed another.

She opened her mouth—

but words melted.

"Ta... talk about—"

"Talk about how I fucked both of your mothers?" he finished for her, words sharp as a knife.

Flora raged even more. "Ai... AIDEN! You—!" she bellowed, her aura flaring as Luna quickly grabbed her arm.

"Leave me, Luna. He... he has no guilt, no conscience. It’s my fault—it all started with me, then to you, and now to our mother... I will fix this!" She scoffed Luna away, her aura swelling in her palm as a shining sword of light appeared, its radiance roaring with the mythical lion’s might.

"Don’t blame me, Aiden... this is only for your own good. After I impale you, I’ll heal you—and you’ll be mine. Only mine. My problem. Nobody else’s," Flora declared, pulling her golden gown aside as she leapt onto the table, ready to swing the blade.

"You... you crossed the limit when you touched my mother!" she shouted, striking down toward his hand, hoping at least to wound his arm, to make him think twice next time.

Aiden only smiled and lazily waved his hand. He could have simply used Aura of Allure and commanded her to stop—but no. That would not be enough. What she needed now was education. A well-bred education.

The brimming ember inside him, still burning and gnawing at his veins, had already been depleted by more than half. The skill he was transmuting was no simple trick. It was a power drawn from the bloodline of Archdukes—the family of blood, of power, of dragons.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t even flinch.

He only whispered.

"Mesmeric Majesty."

[Transmuting finished]

[Skill Acquired: Mesmeric Majesty]

Transformed from [Draconic Aura]

Type: Active / Aura

Cost: 10% Mana

Cooldown: 5 min

Range: 25 ft

Effect:

Hypnotic aura blending draconic dominance with incubus allure.

Social Influence: -20% Willpower; targets view you as irresistible, commanding.

Physical Boost: +10% Strength & Agility (1 min).

Favor Gauge: Reveals % sway and desires/fears.

Blood Connection: Lilith’s essence reshapes the power, faint crimson scales shimmer on skin. Risk of alerting dragonkin or Lilith’s influence.

Limitations:

Reduced effect vs holy wards, dragonkin, or strong-willed foes.

Only one absorbed skill active at a time.

Overuse risks loss of control. ]

Flora’s sword cut down—

But the blade never touched him.

The aura burst from his body, a tidal wave of dominance. Crimson scales flickered faint on his neck, eyes burning silver-crimson.

The sword dissolved in her hand, mana unraveling like sand through her fingers.

She was thrown back violently, body slamming into Luna. Both cousins tumbled, gasping, clutching each other.

"What—what happened?" Flora whispered, eyes wide, her weapon gone. Her body trembling, betrayed by her own limbs.

Aiden leaned back further, calm, composed, boot still on the desk.

"You thought cutting my arm would bind me to you," he said, voice slow, laced with poison-smooth allure. "But you’re mistaken. You still don’t understand me."

His gaze narrowed, his smirk dark.

"Your mother understood. She gave herself to me in a heartbeat. She cast away jealousy. She cast away pride. She knew what I was."

His eyes burned into her. "And you? You’re still a child."

His gaze slid to Luna.

Her breath hitched. Memories flooded back. His hands. His voice. His cock inside her. The way he made her scream until her throat went raw.

Her thighs pressed together unconsciously. Shame bit her lip, but lust owned her body.

"...Luna." His voice dropped into command. "Close the door."

Flora stumbled up. "She will n—"

Thud.

The door slammed.

By Luna’s will. Her magic, her telekinesis.

Flora’s eyes shattered.

"...S-sorry, Flora," Luna whispered, hands trembling. "It... it was instinct."

Aiden’s smirk widened. "Good girl. You’re tamed enough."

"Come here, Luna."

Her body obeyed before her mind could argue. She rose, brushed her cousin’s desperate hands away, and walked to him.

"Luna! Wait! He fucked our mother! He fucked my mother! Why—WHY?!" Flora screamed.

Luna paused, tears in her golden eyes.

"I... I can’t fight it, Flora. I thought I could. But... I’m too far gone."

She circled the desk. Aiden dropped his leg and patted his lap.

And without hesitation, Luna sat.

Peace hit her like a drug. A sick, sweet, overwhelming peace. Her body melted against him, like it had found its rightful place.

And like an addict finding her drug, Her lips lunged for his.

The kiss devoured her. Frenzied. Starved. Tongues clashing, teeth biting.

Flora stared in horror. In jealousy.

Aiden grunted, feeling her needy lips, burning his desire once more as he tore Luna’s gown open, ripping fabric until her black lingerie spilled free.

"Ahhh!" she moaned, gasping at the roughness, her hips already grinding against him, soaked and shameless.

His hand clamped her breast, squeezing, pinching, until she whimpered through the pain.

His eyes cut to Flora.

Her nipples pressed sharp against her dress, betraying her no matter how tightly she crossed her arms.

"So..." Aiden drawled, voice dripping with command.

"Are you just going to watch, Flora? Or join?"