Chapter 11: The Genetic Sacrament
The air in the laboratory was thick with the scent of sterile alcohol, ozone, and the lingering musk of the kill. Han Chen dropped Xara Vance onto the leather lounge chair, the silver-haired scientist looking small and fragile amidst the towering monitors and bubbling vats of the Sector 4 lab.
Lin Mei stood by the door, her hand still resting on the hilt of her blade, her eyes tracking Han's every movement with a mixture of arousal and territorial hunger.
"The formula..." Xara panted, her violet eyes darting toward a glowing terminal. "The Stage 2 Evolution... it's not just a chemical. It requires a stable biological anchor. The humans who tried it before... they all melted. Their cells couldn't handle the mana-pressure."
Han stepped between her legs, his massive frame casting a long shadow over her. He reached out, his fingers tracing the sharp, intelligent line of her jaw before sliding down to the pulse point on her neck. Her heart was racing like a panicked engine.
"And you think I can handle it?" Han asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
"You're already handling it," Xara whispered, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the hard, corded muscle of his forearm. "Your DNA... it's like nothing I've ever seen. It's predatory. It consumes the mana around it. If I combine my data with your... your 'donations'... we can create a serum that will make your wives into goddesses."
[DING! LOGIC-BOND DETECTED.]
[XARA VANCE IS OFFERING THE 'GENETIC SACRAMENT'.]
[WARNING: THIS PROCESS IS INTENSE. HIGH PHYSICAL SYNERGY REQUIRED TO STABILIZE THE DATA TRANSFER.]
"Then let's begin the experiment, Doctor," Han growled.
He didn't be gentle. He grabbed the front of her charcoal bodysuit and tore it down the middle with a single, violent tug. The fabric hissed as it gave way, exposing Xara's pale, slender body—her ribs slightly visible, her breasts small but pert, with dark, sensitive nipples that peaked instantly in the cool lab air.
Xara let out a sharp cry, her hands flying up to cover herself, but Han caught her wrists, pinning them above her head against the leather.
"Mei," Han commanded without looking back. "The terminal. Initialize the data-harvest."
Lin Mei walked over, her own breath hitching as she watched the scene. She began typing on the keyboard, her eyes never leaving Han's back. "Data-link established, Han. It's ready."
Han leaned down, his mouth crashing against Xara's. It wasn't a kiss of affection; it was a kiss of absolute ownership. Xara whimpered, her scientific mind fighting the primal urge to surrender, but as Han's tongue invaded her mouth, the System's Pheromone\ Control flooded her senses.
His hand slid down, rough and demanding, exploring the tight, dry heat between her thighs. Xara gasped, her back arching off the chair. "Wait... the sensors... I need to... ah!"
Han ignored her protests, his fingers working with a naughty, relentless pace that forced her body to slick with a sudden, desperate moisture. He watched her face—the way her cool, logical mask shattered into a million pieces of raw, carnal need.
"Forget the sensors," Han whispered against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "Focus on me. Give me the data."
He entered her with a brutal, singular drive. Xara's eyes went wide, her scream echoing off the glass stasis pods as the System began the transfer.
[INTIMACY SYNC: 40%... 70%... 100%]
[DATA EXTRACTED: EVOLUTION_FORMULA_STAGE_2 SECURED.]
[REWARD: 1,500 POINTS GAINED.]
The lab monitors flared with a violent violet light, pulsing in rhythm with Han's thrusts. Xara was no longer a scientist; she was a vessel, her body shaking uncontrollably as Han filled her with his mutated, high-level essence. She clawed at his shoulders, her violet eyes rolling back as she reached a peak that felt like her very neurons were being rewritten.
Lin Mei watched, her hand sliding down her own body, her breathing heavy as the shared Bond allowed her to feel the echoes of Xara's pleasure.
When it was over, Han stood up, leaving Xara slumped and shivering on the chair, her silver hair a wild mess, her body marked with the red handprints of his dominance.
[NOTIFICATION: SYSTEM POINTS TOTAL: 9,000/10,000]
[XARA VANCE LOYALTY: 10% ➔ 45% (OBSESSIVE INTEREST)]
"The serum..." Xara rasped, looking up at Han with a dazed, worshipful expression. "It's... it's ready. We just need one more 'rare ingredient' from the tower vault."
Han wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, his eyes cold and hungry. "Then we don't stop. I want that Level 3 upgrade before the sun sets."
Progress Report
* Formula Secured: Stage 2 Evolution Serum.
* Next Goal: The Vault (1,000 points remaining for Level 3).
* Consorts: 3 (Lin Mei, Su Lan, Xara Vance).