Chapter 1 Prologue
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The flickering lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating a scene of intense intimacy. Beneath him, her body moved with a rhythm that spoke of both surrender and a fierce, inner fire.
The soft glow traced the curves of the woman beneath him, highlighting the frantic motion of her hips and the rise and fall of her chest. Each movement seemed to stir a deep, primal hunger within him. She had thrown an arm over her eyes, a feeble shield against the overwhelming sensations. But from his vantage point, there was no hiding her complete abandonment to the moment—a raw and unvarnished display of feeling.
This was a form he had no right to behold, let alone claim. Yet here she was, offered without reservation. His gaze was drawn to the elegant lines of her silhouette, accentuated by the shifting light. Her skin, smooth and unblemished from a life of privilege, contrasted with the coiled strength of a trained warrior lurking just beneath the surface—a lethal grace paired with an endurance that seemed boundless.
All of it was now laid bare, overwhelmed by the connection between them. A sense of profound conquest washed over him.
”Nnh… Yuuri… More… please…” Her voice was a breathless plea, followed by a gasp. “Ahh, it’s too much… I can’t…!”
He answered her wordless request, shifting his position before pressing deeper. A shuddering cry escaped her lips as she trembled, her fingers clutching desperately at the rumpled sheets. Pinned against the white linen, she seemed both vulnerable and powerful, a study in contradiction.
”Aaah… It’s… It’s so intense…” she moaned, her words slurred with feeling. “If you keep going… that mark… it’s going to overwhelm me…!”
It wasn’t just the physical union that held her captive. On her lower abdomen, a faint, magical sigil glowed with a soft light—an intricate design shaped like a womb. It seemed almost sacrilegious, a sacred symbol repurposed for this intimate alchemy.
”Aaah—wait… Don’t strengthen the mark…” she begged, though her body arched against his. “Nnngh… I’m losing myself… It’s rewriting everything inside me…!”
A subtle infusion of energy into the sigil caused it to flare brighter, pulling another wave of sensation from her. Paired with his own focused intent and the peculiar nature of his ability, any resistance she might have had melted away the moment this began. In truth, compelling her would have been simple. But coercion was not his aim. For his true purpose, he channeled power into the mark, and the transformation began in earnest.
”Ah… I feel it…!” Her eyes widened, a mix of awe and shock in her gaze. “My body… it’s changing…! Make me yours, Yuuri…!”
This dim chamber existed within the domain of his unique skill, **Familial Workshop**. Ethereal tendrils of energy extended from the glowing sigil into her very core, slowly reshaping her essence into something new—something that belonged to him.
”Aaah! I’m so happy!” she cried out, her previous hesitations vanishing as she moved against him. “I always wanted to be with you…! Thank you… Thank you for choosing me…!”
Any last vestiges of shame were gone, replaced by a single-minded focus on the pleasure coursing through her. She was fully aware that this process would alter her irrevocably, yet she embraced it without hesitation.
”Nnh… It feels amazing…” she whispered, her body moving in perfect sync with his. “It fits so perfectly… This isn’t just chance, is it? My body… it’s adapting to you…!”
To become a familiar was to become an extension of his will, a tool bound to his skill. Despite her sharp intellect, she now embraced this reality with total devotion, every movement of her body a silent offering. Her efforts culminated as he felt his own climax approaching.
”Aha… You’re close…” she breathed, a knowing smile touching her lips. “Do it… Claim me as yours…!”
Moving together, he drove forward one last time.
A powerful release washed through them, a surge of energy that was more than merely physical. His essence, offered to a nascent familiar, served as potent fuel. Through the **Familial Workshop**, it ignited the sigil, using that energy to reforged her, making her stronger, more attuned—remade for him.
”Ah, aah…! It’s happening…!” Her voice was ecstatic. “Your energy… it’s transforming into magic… It’s so hot…! This is it… I’m becoming your perfect partner…! Ah, aah…!”
It was a sensation of profound internal change, as if her very cells were being rewritten. The feeling exploded into a bliss that consumed her entirely.
—It was a point of no return. Once experienced, no ordinary pleasure could ever compare. She would gladly sacrifice anything for another taste.
Time lost meaning. Eventually, the waves of sensation subsided.
She lay spent, breathing heavily, too drained to even lift a hand.
”Ahh… That was incredible… Yuuri… kiss me…?”
She longed to reach for him, but her strength was gone. Instead, she communicated her desire through a soft pressure around him, a slight shift of her hips, the pleading look in her dazed eyes…
Utterly captivated, he found himself leaning closer, his hand brushing against her damp skin, moving toward her face—
”—ri-san! Yuuri-san!”
A clear, sharp voice cut through the hazy atmosphere.
It was Ashley’s voice—but stripped of the dreamy passion he had just experienced. Reality rushed back in, and the color drained from his face. He lifted his head. The vision of a naked, entwined Ashley vanished. In its place stood the real Ashley, fully dressed, looking at him with an expression of genuine concern.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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