Chapter 19: Little Goddess pt1 (R18)
The mansion of the Lucifer didn’t just feel like a house; it felt like a sprawling, gothic cathedral dedicated to the shadows.
Lucien glided through the corridors, his boots making a faint, deliberate click against the dark obsidian floorboards same as the devil maids who showed him around.
As he absorbed the details of his new surroundings, he couldn’t help but admire the sheer, oppressive opulence.
His personal chambers were extremely massive, a cavernous space draped in dark silks and velvet, easily the size of a minor lord’s entire estate. The other rooms he passed matched that grand, intimidating scale.
Yet, Lucien’s mind wasn’t on the architecture. He had a mission to fulfill, a Harem System counting down, and an insatiable need to steal many other abilities to grow stronger, training wasn’t for him.
The problem....he hadn’t encountered any high-tier devils in the hallways yet. *I haven’t even thought about the mission yet, I have to find a devil,* he thought, a cold, predatory smirk touching his lips, *So who am I going to do it with first in this place?*
Then, he remembered Riley. She was supposed to be his guide, his first target in this dark nest.
With the silent grace of a phantom, Lucien snuck into her assigned quarters.
The room was empty, the sheets undisturbed. He stood in the center of the space, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he started thinking about where she could possibly be. Deciding to look for her, he ventured deeper into the labyrinthine layout of the estate.
Within minutes, the dizzying, identical corridors had him completely turned around, he got genuinely lost in the massive building.
He was about to retrace his steps when a faint, echoing sound caught his attention. It was the distinct, rhythmic splash of water, accompanied by a girl’s soft, melodic murmuring.
Driven by pure curiosity and the sharp instincts of a predator tracking prey, Lucien followed the sound down a hidden hallway. He pushed open a heavy, arched door that hung slightly ajar, stepping into a room thick with jasmine-scented steam.
Through the swirling white mist, his breath caught. Submerged in a massive, king-sized stone bathtub filled with milk-white water was a girl. She was stunning.
Her long, wet hair was a stark, ethereal white, framing a face dominated by perfect, crystal-blue eyes. She looked like an absolute goddess, pure, radiant, and untouched. *But how could a creature like this be in a devil mansion, just like my first thought on Nyx? Who is she?* Lucien wondered.
His eyes raking over her form. Her breasts, barely veiled by the water, were not too big, but they looked incredibly soft, delicate, and perfectly shaped, she looked his age 18, but when it comes to the age of reality she was actually more older.
Lucien’s villainous smirk returned, dark and confident. But it didn’t last long. The girl suddenly turned, her purple eyes locking onto his shadow through the steam, and she let out a sharp, echoing yell.
"ARGHIIIIIIIIIIII! Get out you freaking pervert." She then splashed water on him.
"Hey," Lucien said smoothly, raising his hands in a faux gesture of surrender, though his stance remained entirely dominant. "Calm down. Sorry, I was lost."
The girl stopped shouting for a moment, her breath hitching as the steam cleared enough for her to fully see him. Her eyes widened in absolute shock. Lucien’s handsomeness was a weapon all on its own, too well-defined, dangerous, and alluring.
Out of all the races, angels and devils were known to be the most elegant, but the raw, sovereign beauty radiating from Lucien’s face transcended both.
For a second, the sheer sight of him made her completely forget she was cornered.
Recovering her composure, she splashed the water angrily, trying to cover her chest. "Hey! What are you doing in a girl’s bathroom, you pervert?! Get out right now, or I’ll call my elder sister!"
Lucien tilted his head, his gaze locked onto her flushing face. "Oh? And who exactly is your elder sister?"
"Nyx!" she snapped, tossing her white hair back defiantly.
Lucien’s smirk widened into something wicked. *Nyx.* The dark entity who had lured him to the Dominion Academy in the first place. Looking at the girl’s perfect features, he felt the pieces click together. *Now I know why she is this beautiful. It runs in the family.*
"If I wasn’t naked in this tub right now, I would have killed you myself, you perverted human!" she spat, her voice trembling slightly, though it sounded more like a panicked defense than an actual threat.
"What your name beauty?" He questioned staring into her soul.
"Why does it matter, and why do you think I’ll tell you..." Hearing no response from him, she gritted her teeth and finally gave up her name. "Nadia."
"It’s a beautiful name just like you." He smirked mischievously.
"Now leave!" She thundered.
"Okay." He answered calmly. Instead of turning around and leaving like a gentleman, Lucien’s walked towards her.
He didn’t care about her rules, her threats, or her modesty. He wanted her, and what he wanted, he took. Slowly, deliberately, Lucien walked up to the edge of the bath.
Seeing him approach with such unbothered, predatory confidence, the girl’s eyes flared with panic. She started swimming backward in the massive, king-sized bathtub, trying frantically to put distance between them so he wouldn’t come any closer.
"Stop! Don’t come any closer! I told you to get out!" she protested, her back hitting the far marble wall of the tub.
Yet, he still did. He didn’t stop until he was looming directly over her, his shadow wrapping around her trembling body. He leaned down, his face just inches from hers, the heat of his breath mingling with the steam.
"You talk a lot about killing me, little goddess," Lucien whispered, his voice dropping into that low, intoxicating resonance that made the very air vibrate.
"But your eyes are telling a completely different story. You’re shaking. Is it because you’re cold... or because you’ve never had a real man look at you like this?"
The girl melted under his intense, mismatched gaze. The sheer, suffocating weight of his charm and the dark aura rolling off him paralyzed her will to resist. She stared up at his perfect lips, completely captivated, her fierce defiance dissolving into a quiet, breathless trance.
Seeing that she was no longer resisting, Lucien didn’t even use his system skills. He didn’t need a cheat code for this. He reached down, his fingers gently but firmly cupping her wet jaw, tilting her face up.
He leaned in and claimed her lips in a deep, dominant, and thoroughly possessive kiss.
The girl gasped against his mouth, her hands gripping the edge of the tub as a wave of heat rushed through her.
Lucien tasted like dark magic and forbidden power. He dictated the rhythm, his tongue sliding past her teeth, completely consuming her senses until she was trembling against the marble.
When he finally pulled back just a fraction, her perfect blue eyes were hazy and unfocused. "I... I haven’t done this before," she whispered frantically, her voice small, her chest heaving as she confessed her innocence.
Lucien ran a thumb over her swollen lower lip, his smirk dripping with sinful confidence. "Don’t worry, little devil," he murmured against her skin. "You will learn. And I am a very patient teacher."
Without breaking eye contact, Lucien stood up straight. His hands moved to his collar, unbuttoning his tunic with slow, agonizing deliberation. He pulled off his clothes, letting the dark fabric drop to the stone floor, exposing his flawlessly sculpted, powerful physique.
