The private jet tore through the night skies over the Pacific, dark wings cloaked in stormlight. Inside, the cabin gleamed like a palace in the clouds—mahogany, velvet, and silence.
Lucien sat with a glass of aged blood-red wine, his eyes scanning the holographic dossier.
Name: Akari HoshinoAge: 23Occupation: Heiress to Hoshino BiotechTraits: Tsundere. Extremely intelligent. Trained in mental fortification.Threat Level: ModerateSexual Compatibility Score: 91%Control Resistance: HighWomb Sigil: Unmarked
She was beautiful.
A rare kind of beauty: poised, proud, fire in every line of her posture. Her jet-black hair framed an elegant face that looked carved by moonlight, her eyes sharp with defiance. He could already see it—her on her knees, eyes glossed with the hazy heat of surrender, her voice cracking as she begged for the touch she once feared.
Lucien didn't need her company's patents.
He just wanted to break her.
The penthouse in Kyoto was cold steel and warm glass. Akari stood like a war goddess, dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, arms crossed, lips curled in visible irritation.
"You have three minutes," she said.
Lucien didn't answer. He just watched her.
One second. Two.
Akari frowned. "Are you mute or just stupid?"
Lucien stood slowly. Deliberately. His presence swallowed the air—dark, heavy, dangerous.
"I already own your company," he said, voice low, silk over razors. "I'm here to collect you."
Akari snorted. "You must be delusional. I don't belong to anyone."
She turned to leave.
Lucien didn't move.
He didn't have to.
[Target: Akari Hoshino]Mental Shield DetectedSystem Override EnabledActivate: Desire Pulse – Level 2 (Localized)Effect: Heat Spike, Neural Receptor Disruption, Womb Resonance Initiation
Akari stumbled. Just a step. Just enough.
Her breath hitched—subtle, but Lucien caught it. A flicker of confusion crossed her face.
"What the—"
"Your heart just skipped a beat," Lucien said softly. "Your thighs are tightening. Your womb is responding."
Her hand twitched toward her temple.
"Get out of my head—"
Lucien stepped closer, and her eyes widened. His hand brushed her hip. Nothing more than a graze—but power surged like lightning.
She gasped.
Her legs gave out slightly, and she clutched the table beside her.
"What… did you do?"
Lucien leaned in, lips at her ear.
"I gave your body a taste of truth."
"You'll crave this."
His fingers traced the air near her stomach. She trembled, her breathing uneven.
He could feel it now—the Womb Sigil forming, the ancient mark etching itself into her, linking her core to his will.
"I haven't even touched you properly," Lucien whispered, "and your body's already betraying you."
"Go to hell," she spat, but her voice cracked.
He smiled.
"I'll take you there. But you'll be begging to stay."