The guillotine's blade kissed Seraphina's neck like a jealous lover—cold steel grazing skin, promising the final thrill before oblivion.
Then jasmine incense hit, thick and heady, seeping into her pores and stoking a fire low in her belly.
Her eyes flew open. She arched against silk sheets that slithered over her curves like greedy hands—molding to full breasts, nipping waist, cupping her ass. Fingers skimmed her throat, dipped lower to tease a hardening nipple through gossamer nightgown. No scars. Just pounding pulse and slick heat between her thighs.
"I'm back," she rasped, voice husky with need. "Three years early. This time, I'll fuck fate raw."
Past life flashed: venom at the heroine, jewels nestled in cleavage, desperate chase of a prince who signed her death warrant. Now? Rebirth burned like liquid lust.
[DING!"]
Neon-blue interface bloomed, pulsing in time with her clit. [Husband Gacha System Integrated. Fate: Execution (100%). Summon SSS-Rank Guardians—fierce protectors who'll guard your life... and ravage your body in eternal devotion.]
"Gacha?" She licked her lips, thrill zipping to her core. "Spend the newbie ticket. All of them—build my monster harem."
Golden slot machine materialized, gears grinding deep vibrations that made her breasts bounce. Symbols whirled—blades dripping crimson, lewd crowns, grinning skulls—locking on [SSS] with a clang.
[Result: The Blood-Eyed Grand Duke, Kaelen von Hades.]
Frost raced over silk like icy tongues. Black mana vortex reeked of battle-sweat and rut, spitting out a colossus: obsidian armor hugging chiseled abs and a bulging codpiece, silver hair wild, crimson eyes devouring her damp panties.
"I don't know who you are, or why I'm in your bedroom," he snarled, advancing, "but release me—or I'll claim your trembling body first, burying deep until you break."