⚠️ Contains mature content. Reader discretion advised.
No system.
No +Affinity.
No seduction.
Just one finger brushing another—
and the world inside both of them becomes a storm.
Night. The school's music room.
Lights off. Only pale moonlight streaming through the high windows.
Acxell sat on the piano bench, back against the wall, white shirt half-unbuttoned, his face half-buried in shadow.
Slow footsteps entered the room.
The old wooden door creaked under the breeze.
Selena.
She wasn't in uniform.
Just the same gray hoodie she'd worn the night the Divide Protocol was first triggered.
Hair slightly damp, as if she'd come straight from outside, or maybe straight from system training.
But tonight—no system glow.
"Door's unlocked."
"If I'd locked it, you'd still have come."
"Maybe."
Selena stopped near the piano.
Acxell stayed seated—didn't look at her.
But he felt the weight of her presence.
"You know why I'm here?"
"Because no one told you to come."
Selena gave a thin smile.
"Are you angry?"
"Why?"
"Because I… still come, even with the system loosening.
Even though I shouldn't be chasing you without a score."
"Angry? No.
Just… curious.
When a machine starts wanting something it can't 'win.'"
Silence.
Acxell still didn't look at her.
Selena sat at the edge of the piano bench.
Quiet.
Hands folded on her knees.
Rigid.
"I want to touch you…"
Acxell lifted his head. Met her eyes.
"Why?"
"Because I want to."
"Not because of the system?"
"No."
"Not because you want to unlock a skill?"
"No."
"Not because your Goddess told you?"
"No."
Selena drew a slow breath.
Her hand rose—fingers that usually activated seduction skills now trembling.
Acxell didn't move.
Didn't stop her.
Their fingers touched.
No +Affinity popped.
No system sound.
Just skin on skin—
and in that small space, the air spun heavy like a vortex.
"I don't know what this feeling is…"
"But I don't want to lose it."
Acxell closed his hand over hers—gentle, deliberate.
"If you start something…"
"…you have to be ready to carry it through."
Selena's head dipped slightly.
When she looked up again, her cheeks were flushed—but unashamed.
"I'm not afraid anymore, Acxell."
Acxell pulled her closer.
His left hand at her waist.
Their foreheads nearly touched.
Their breath mingled.
And there…
In a space where no system existed,
…they didn't need anyone's permission.
Selena's fingers slid beneath his shirt, trembling against his ribs—
cold fingertips meeting warm skin.
Acxell's breath hitched,
a sharp inhale as she traced the ridges of his abdomen.
Her gaze locked onto his,
pupils wide in the dimness.
"Undress me,"
she whispered,
her voice thick with need.
"Slowly. Make me feel every inch you uncover."
He obeyed without hesitation.
His knuckles brushed her collarbone as he peeled her hoodie down her shoulders.
Beneath it,
silk slid like liquid moonlight—
a lace bra cupping her breasts.
Acxell's thumb hooked under the strap, dragging it down until her nipple hardened against the cool air.
He bent, tongue flicking the peak,
and Selena gasped,
arching into his mouth.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
On his knees now,
Acxell kissed a trail down her stomach.
His teeth grazed her navel as he hooked his thumbs into her waistband.
Her panties clung,
soaked through,
the scent of her arousal sharp and sweet.
He pressed his face against the damp fabric, inhaling deeply before peeling it aside.
His tongue found her clit—
a slow, circling tease that drew a shuddering moan from her throat.
"More," she begged,
hips lifting.
"Please—"
He answered with two fingers sliding into her tight heat, curling upward as she cried out.
Her thighs clamped around his head, trembling as he sucked her clit harder,
faster—until her back bowed off the bench.
A guttural sob tore loose as she came, wetness gushing over his chin.
Acxell didn't stop.
He lapped at her,
relentless,
as she collapsed boneless against the piano.
Selena's hand fumbled for his belt,
shaky but determined.
She shoved his pants down,
freeing his cock—
thick and glistening.
Her tongue swirled around the head before taking him deep,
gagging around the stretch.
Acxell's groan echoed off the walls as her spit dripped onto his thighs.
"Look at me," he rasped,
tangling his fist in her hair.
She obeyed,
tears streaking her cheeks,
hollowing her cheeks with desperate pulls.
He hauled her up,
flipping her onto the bench.
Her legs hooked over his shoulders as he thrust inside—slow,
brutal,
splitting her virgin flesh.
Selena screamed, nails carving red trails down his back.
"Deeper," she choked,
her pussy clenching around him like a vise.
"I need—all of you—" Acxell obliged,
hips slamming into her until the bench shrieked protest,
her juices slicking his balls with every drive.
Her climax hit like lightning—
body seizing, thighs shaking as she came untouched.
Acxell followed,
burying himself to the hilt as,
hot cum pulsed into her womb.
Selena sobbed, clutching him as he collapsed atop her.
His lips brushed her temple.
"Marked," he growled against her skin.
Her fingers traced his jaw.
"Again," she whispered.
"Before heaven finds us."
He rolled her onto her knees.
Hands braced on piano keys,
discordant notes ringing as he thrust back in.
Deeper this time—no resistance,
just wet heat gripping him.
Selena arched,
crying out with each snap of his hips.
Her breasts swung freely,
nipples brushing cool wood.
Acxell gripped her hips,
fingers digging bruises into pale skin. "Louder," he commanded,
slamming harder.
"Let the gods hear you break."
Rain lashed the windows as her third orgasm tore through her—
a guttural scream ripped raw.
Acxell felt her clench,
milking him as he spilled again.
Cum leaked down her thighs when he pulled out.
Selena turned, catching his wrist.
She sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked on his.
"Mine," she breathed against his knuckles.
The piano bench creaked under their weight.
He lifted her onto the instrument.
Ivory keys chimed discordantly beneath her back.
Acxell knelt between her legs,
tongue tracing her swollen lips.
Her hips bucked.
"Inside,"
she demanded, nails scraping wood.
He obeyed, thrusting deep.
Her cry echoed off the walls—
sharp, triumphant.
Each snap of his hips splashed her wetness onto polished mahogany.
Her legs wrapped his waist.
Acxell braced his hands on the piano lid, driving harder.
Selena arched,
breasts flushed,
nipples pebbled.
"Taste me," she gasped.
He bent, teeth grazing her throat as she came—
a shuddering gasp.
Her pussy pulsed around him,
drawing another thick groan.
Cum spilled hot inside her.
Collapsed against the keys,
Selena traced the sweat on his chest. Acxell's thumb brushed her trembling lower lip.
"They'll hunt you," he murmured.
She smiled—wild, unbroken.
"Let them." Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers wrapping his hardening cock. "Again." Rain drowned her moan as she guided him back in.
He pinned her wrists above her head.
Her hips rolled, taking him deeper.
"Look at me," he growled.
Her blues eyes locked onto his—
dilated, defiant.
Each thrust echoed through the hollow room.
Her thighs trembled.
slick with their mingled release.
"Harder," she gasped. "Make me feel ruined."
Acxell obeyed.
The piano shuddered under their rhythm. Selena's back arched off the wood,
a cry tearing loose as her climax hit—
body clenching,
milking him.
He followed, hips grinding deep as he emptied inside her.
Warmth flooded her womb.
Her teeth sank into his shoulder,
muffling her scream.
They lay tangled on the scattered sheet music.
Selena's fingers traced the bite mark on his skin.
"Mine," she whispered.
Acxell kissed her damp temple.
"Always."
Beyond the rain-streaked glass,
dawn bled crimson.
Her hand slid down his hip.
"Once more," she breathed. "
Before the light finds us."
He rolled her onto her stomach.
Her back arched,
ass raised.
Acxell gripped her hips,
thrusting deep without preamble.
Selena gasped into the sheet music,
ink smearing beneath her cheek.
Each stroke dragged a choked moan from her throat.
Her pussy clenched—
still swollen, impossibly tight—
around his cock.
"Louder," he commanded,
slamming harder.
Her knuckles whitened on the bench edge.
Her climax built slow—
hips grinding back against him,
muscles fluttering.
When it broke,
she screamed into the silence,
body shuddering as wetness soaked the papers beneath them.
Acxell followed, burying himself to the hilt.
Hot cum pulsed deep inside her womb.
She collapsed, trembling.
"Enough?" he rasped against her spine.
Her laugh was raw. "Never."
He withdrew slowly.
Cum dripped down her thigh.
Selena turned,
catching his wrist.
She sucked his fingers clean—
eyes locked on his—
tongue swirling around each digit.
The taste of salt and sex hung thick between them.
Her thumb brushed his lower lip.
"Thank you," she whispered.
The piano bench creaked as she rose.
Hours later.
Selena slept against Acxell's shoulder.
Her body still warm, her face peaceful.
Acxell did not sleep.
He stared out the window.
In silence, he opened the system screen—something he rarely did himself.
The display was blank.
But one notification appeared:
[UNKNOWN SYNC DETECTED – DIVIDE PROTOCOL HOST: SELENA HOSHIGAKI]
EMOTIONAL TRANSFER COMPLETE.
SEDUCTION SYSTEM EVOLVING…
Acxell shut the screen.
"You're no longer one of them, Selena."
"And that's dangerous. But beautiful."