The cool, damp air of the Ozarks pressed against the cabin's log exterior, but inside Cabin Seven, the temperature was rising to a fever pitch. Henderson's footsteps had finally retreated, the rhythmic crunch-crunch of gravel fading into the distance.
I felt the weight of the Behemoth pulsing in my veins—a raw, territorial power that demanded more than just a standard encounter. I pulled up the System's HUD, the violet light reflecting in my pupils, invisible to Chen Yue.
[ SYSTEM SHOP: UNLOCKED ]
[ CATEGORY: BIOLOGICAL OPTIMIZATION / ARTS OF THE CHAMBER ]
[ PURCHASED: THE EIGHTFOLD PATH OF KAMA (VETERAN LEVEL) — 100 LP ]
[ PURCHASED: ENDURANCE PROTOCOL (PHASE 2) — 50 LP ]
Information flooded my brain. It wasn't just data; it was muscle memory, ancient geometry, and a deep understanding of the human body's pressure points and pleasure centers. I looked at Chen Yue, and I didn't just see a beautiful girl anymore. I saw a masterpiece waiting to be played.
"You're looking at me differently," Chen Yue whispered, her voice trembling as she sensed the shift in my aura. She was used to being the predator, but the gaze I leveled at her now was something else entirely—it was the gaze of an architect looking at a blueprint.
I didn't answer with words. I moved.
Following the principles of the Kama Sutra, I didn't just rush the act. I began with the Samanthaka—a slow, intentional mapping of her body. My hands moved with a precision that bordered on the supernatural, finding the nodes along her spine that sent shivers of electricity through her frame.
I rolled her over, but this time, I didn't pin her. I guided her into the Dhenuka (The Cow Position), but modified with a modern, predatory edge. I gripped her hips, my fingers sinking into the silk of her robe, and felt her breath hitch. She wasn't just a partner anymore; she was a student of a discipline she hadn't known existed.
The danger of Henderson's patrol outside only heightened the focus. Every time I heard the distant snap of a twig, my movements became more deliberate, more intense. I transitioned her into the Indrani, pulling her legs high until she was a portrait of total vulnerability and elite grace.
The System's Endurance Protocol kicked in, allowing me to maintain a pace that defied biology. Chen Yue, the girl who had always been in control of her life, her family, and her emotions, was falling apart. Her head was thrown back, her white hair a silver river against the dark wood, her eyes rolled back as I utilized the specific angles of the Virsha to push her beyond her limits.
"Lucas... what... what are you?" she gasped, her voice a broken melody.
I leaned down, my lips grazing the sweat on her shoulder. "You guess."
[ LUST HARVESTED: +220 LP ]
[ TOTAL LP: 410 ]
The next morning, the sun hit the Ozarks with a brutal, unforgiving clarity. The air was crisp, but the tension at the trailhead was heavy enough to drown out the birdsong.
Mr. Henderson blew his whistle, his face a mask of authoritarian glee. "ALRIGHT! Survival exercise! Maps, compasses, and your assigned partners. You have four hours to reach the ridge. If you're late, you don't get dinner. MOVE!"
I adjusted my pack, feeling the slight ache of the night's "merger." I was paired with Rishie, who was currently staring at a map like she wanted to set it on fire.
"We're going West," she said, her voice like ice.
"The ridge is North-West, Rishie. We should follow the creek bed to avoid the thicket," I replied.
"I don't need advice from a man who spends his nights 'clerical-erroring' his way into other people's beds," she snapped.
We started into the dense brush, but the woods had other plans. A sudden, heavy fog—a common Ozark phenomenon—began to roll off the creek, swallowing the trail in minutes. Behind us, I heard the crunch of leaves. Chen Yue and her partner, Stevens, emerged from the mist.
"It seems we're lost together," Chen Yue said, her eyes meeting mine with a heat that made Rishie flinch.
Within an hour, the "regular" group was gone. The four of us were standing in a ravine, the fog so thick we couldn't see ten feet ahead. Stevens looked panicked; Rishie was furious; Chen Yue was calm.
"Henderson isn't coming for us," I said, checking the System's internal compass. "The fog has jammed the signals. We're on our own until it clears."
Rishie looked from me to Chen Yue, the realization hitting her that she was trapped in a small space with the two people she most wanted to avoid. The jealousy wasn't a plot point anymore—it was a survival hazard.
"Fine," Rishie whispered, her voice shaking. "Let's see if your 'genius' works in the mud, Lucas."
[ NEW EVENT STAGE: THE BLACKWOOD ISOLATION ]