I was panting, lying flat on the grass, my bare back against the cool earth. The afterglow of the lovemaking was so intense that I couldn't even move. My muscles ached in strange places, and my legs felt as if they had turned to jelly. The fox girl… no, the Fox—whatever she truly was—had drained me in every way possible.
The ecstasy she had given me was beyond anything I had ever imagined. I'd lived a cold, distant life. Touch and warmth were foreign to me. But now... I couldn't deny it.
Even as shame tried to creep in, my mind whispered, Did I just get forced into this? The thought lingered, but... if I was being honest with myself—I didn't hate it. In fact... I liked it. Too much.
Still, it was overwhelming. This entire situation was so far from anything I could have predicted.
She stood up slowly, conjuring clothes from pure mana—her aura dancing with delicate power. A flowing white dress materialized around her body, hugging her curves with perfection that made my throat tighten. I gulped unconsciously. What... have I just done?
I had never been the lustful type back on Earth. I rarely even looked at women. But her... she stirred something primal in me. Desire, vulnerability, awe—and a little fear. A single thought from her could bind me in place. She was that powerful.
Her name was Hannah.
And she was far from human.
She glanced down at me with a look of satisfaction in her half-lidded eyes. Her lips curved slightly upward. I could see it. She was pleased. She was dangerous. She was beautiful. And she had plans.
As I caught my breath, she tilted her head, whispering in a sultry tone, "You enjoyed it, didn't you~?"
Her voice was soft and teasing, soaked in seduction. I sighed, refusing to blush. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. The pleasure may have been undeniable, but now that it had passed, my cold demeanor was back in place.
Still, I could feel it in her eyes. She wasn't disappointed.
She watched me not just with lust, but with... analysis. Curiosity. Her silver-gray eyes gleamed with something deeper. She wasn't just here for fun—she was here for something more.
She thought with a Seductive smile this Boy had a Essence Dark and filled with loneliness But doing it with him
His essence become brighter but only a bit
As someone who has her powered Sealed she was very satisfied as she felt becoming more powerful and the wounds are gone within her
it was her first time and she was very satisfied as she taste Tastier Than she thought and she was in her standards
And if she Purify her essence she could get her power even more unsealed
I blinked.
She glanced down at her side, where deep gashes had once marked her skin. Now, there was nothing. Not even a scar.
"I struck quite the Luck~," she whispered to herself, grinning like a predator. "You're more valuable than you know~."
And then—before I could say anything—she reached down, cupping my chin with one delicate hand. I flinched, caught off guard.
"Hmm~ Look at this."
Without warning, she raised her free hand, and the air shimmered. A ball of wind larger than any tree around us gathered, swirling with violent energy. I panicked, instinctively bracing, but just before it hit, she flicked her fingers and created a barrier around me. The sphere of wind roared past, exploding into the distance.
BOOM!
Over twenty trees were obliterated, torn apart like paper, as if a god had taken a blade to the forest.
My jaw dropped.
She turned to me with a smug, dangerous smile. "See? I'm not ordinary."
That was putting it mildly.
I'd never met anyone with power before, so I had nothing to compare her to—but even I could tell. She wasn't just strong. She was terrifying.
And then her eyes turned serious. They left no room for argument.
"Make a contract with me."
I hesitated. "…A contract?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes. You'll be bound to me. Not as a slave or a servant—more like… a familiar. I'll give you protection Power. In return…" she leaned in, her lips inches from mine, "you can travel where you want. and I'll take what I need. Especially that precious essence of yours."
Her voice was deep, silky, and irresistible.
I thought for a moment. In truth, I did need protection. I had no magic, no status, and I was still new to this world. I didn't even know how to fight. A being like her could guarantee my survival. Besides… after everything that just happened.
i felt something New within my body
A warmth.
A flicker.
Like mana—but not quite.
It burned. Softly. Not like desire. Not like passion. Something... alive.
"I'll do it," I said, breathing deeply. "But… what is this thing inside me? After we... done It, I felt something ignite inside. It's not magic. What is it?"
Hannah's expression shifted. She tilted her head, her white hair falling gently over one shoulder. Her ears twitched curiously.
"Mana is usually calm. Like a flowing river," she murmured. "Magic is warmer—like fire or light. But what you're describing… sounds wilder. More primal."
She placed her hand gently on my chest, her touch cool and light. Her brows furrowed.
"I don't know," she admitted, her voice honest. "But I've never felt anything like it."
"Only started after we…" I trailed off, and she nodded.
"Interesting," she said simply.
A moment passed before her playful tone returned. "Hmm~ In that case, I'll be needing that essence of yours at least once a week. Is that alright?"
My eyes twitched. Once a week?
My back still hurt. My legs were weak. She had been incredibly aggressive—passionate in ways that bordered on dangerous. And yet… I couldn't bring myself to say no.
I sighed. "…Fine."
No further words were needed.
To seal the contract, she leaned in and kissed me. Deep, slow, and commanding. It left me breathless, my head spinning. I felt the magic settle—something old and sacred weaving around my soul.
The contract was formed.
Without warning, she shifted. Her body shimmered in silver light, shrinking slightly as she transformed into her fox form—snow-white fur, delicate paws, and those same beautiful gray eyes. She leapt lightly onto my shoulder, wrapping her warm, silky tail around my neck like a scarf.
Possessive. Protective.
I didn't resist.
She didn't ask.