RRRRRRRIP!
Denim confetti rained down inside the black fog barrier.
Chen Shi stood exposed.
His lower half completely bare save for the shredded remains of his waistband.
The "hidden tool" sprang free.
Angry. Veiny.
It lashed out.
With a violent swing, the hot flesh rod whipped outward.
SMACK.
It slapped against Lady Cecilia's thick thigh.
The sound was crisp. Wet.
Echoing in the silent barrier like a gunshot.
Lady Cecilia didn't hesitate.
Her rage blinded it
"Still denying it?!"
"You dare bring this... obscene piston into my sacred space?!"
She reached out with her hand.
And grabbed it.
Hard.
...
Time stopped.
Lady Cecilia froze.
Her red eyes went wide.
Her breath hitched in her throat.
She expected cold metal.
Hard plastic.
Hydraulic fluid.
Instead.
Her palm was filled with scorching heat.
It was skin.
Living, scalding human skin.
It didn't crunch under her grip.
It pushed back.
Rubber-hard, yet frighteningly resilient.
And the pulse...
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A powerful, rhythmic beat hammered against her cold fingers.
Stronger than any human heart she had ever ripped out.
She looked down.
The head was weeping a clear drop of fluid, glistening in the red light of her eyes.
The thick veins wrapped around the shaft like ancient tree roots.
The sheer... audacity of its size.
It was impossibly large.
Arrogant.
Challenging her dominance with its very existence.
Silence.
Lady Cecilia, the ancient S+ Rank catastrophe, felt something she hadn't felt in centuries.
A flush.
A hot, stinging redness crept up her pale neck.
Burning her cheeks.
Her internal monologue crashed.
It's real.
It's attached.
It's... magnificent.
Her grip loosened slightly, unconsciously beginning to measure.
For Chen Shi, the sensation was electric.
Lady Cecilia's hand was shockingly delicate.
Her palm was cold and smooth as polished jade.
Her fingers were long and slender, wrapping around him with a perfect fit.
The friction of her callin-less skin against his throbbing sensitivity wasn't painful.
It was exquisite.
"Haa..."
A groan escaped his throat.
The pleasure sparked a reaction.
The Dragon Root woke up fully.
Twitch.
JUMP.
It bucked in her hand.
Violently.
The head rubbed against her palm, seeking more friction, swollen and eager.
It expanded.
Getting even harder.
Even hotter.
Lady Cecilia gasped as she felt it grow inside her closed fist.
"It... likes it?"
Lady Cecilia's mind fractured.
What... what am I doing?
The question echoed in the red, hazy void of her consciousness.
I am the Lady of the Manor.
I am a S+ Rank Ghost.
I crush skulls.
I rip out spines.
I feast on fear and despair.
So why...
Why am I standing here, in the dark, cradling a human male's reproductive organ like it's a precious artifact?
Why aren't I ripping it off?
Why aren't I popping it like a grape?
She looked up at Chen Shi's face.
Expecting to see terror. Pleading. The usual look of prey.
Instead.
She saw... pleased.
His head was thrown back, exposing his vulnerable throat.
His eyes were half-closed, glazed over with a hazy film of pleasure.
His lips parted, letting out ragged, heavy breaths.
"Haa... ah..."
The sound hit her like a physical blow.
It wasn't a scream.
It was a moan.
And the object in her hand...
It surged again.
Throb.
It jumped against her cold palm, harder this time.
More demanding.
The texture was mesmerizing.
The skin was velvet-soft but pulled taut over steel-hard muscle.
The heat seep into her frozen bones, thawing places inside her she had forgotten existed.
It's so... alive.
It's overflowing with life.
She looked down at her hand.
Her long, pale fingers were wrapped completely around the base.
But...
It wasn't enough.
The "Dragon Root" was simply too massive..
The angry, purple mushroom head swaying in the air above her grip.
"Too big..."
She whispered.
"One hand... cannot contain it."
Instinct took over.
Logic died.
She brought her other hand up.
Her left hand joined her right.
Stacking on top.
Her cold fingers wrapped around the upper half, finally engulfing the beast completely.
Two hands.
She needed two hands just to hold a single human man.
The realization sent excitement down her spine.
"You... monster."
She muttered, but her grip wasn't punishing.
It was exploring.
She began to move.
Slowly at first.
Testing the friction.
Slide up.
Slide down.
Her palms, smooth as polished ice, glided over the burning hot veins.
Squish.
Squelch.
A wet, obscene noise filled the silence of the barrier.
Chen Shi's hips bucked.
He groaned louder.
"Oh... Lady..."
That sound destroyed her last shred of hesitation.
She liked it.
She liked that she could make this "weapon" twitch just by squeezing.
She liked that she could make this human gasp just by moving her wrists.
She picked up the pace.
Up. Down.
Up. Down.
"Let's see..."
Her eyes glowed with a dangerous, hungry light.
"Let's see how much 'fuel' this tool holds."
Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The sound was obscene.
Wet. Heavy.
Lady Cecilia's hands move like pistons.
She had fallen into a trance.
The sheer responsiveness of the flesh in her grip was addictive.
Every time she squeezed, it throbbed.
Every time she twisted her wrists, Chen Shi gasped.
"Haa... Lady... too fast..."
His voice was ragged. Broken.
"Silence, tool."
She hissed, her eyes glazed over.
"I am... working out."
Suddenly.
Spurt.
A sticky rope of fluid shot out from the slit at the tip.
It coated her pale fingers in a glistening sheen.
Cecilia paused for a second.
Her eyes tracked the fluid.
"Leaking?"
"Self-lubricating?"
She rubbed the clear liquid between her thumb and the sensitive head.
It was slick. Slippery.
"Good."
"But not enough."
"It's too dry for this speed."
She leaned down.
Her red lips parted.
Haaaauk... PTUI.
She gathered a mouthful ghostly saliva and spat it directly onto the angry mushroom head.
The spit landed with a wet splat.
Sliding down the shaft.
Mixing with the heat of his skin.
"There."
"Better."
She resumed.
This time, with no mercy.
SCHLICK. SCHLICK. SCHLICK.
The sound became faster. More frantic.
The mixture of spit and pre-cum created a messy noise that echoed in the silent room.
"Ugh! Ahhh!"
Chen Shi's legs began to shake.
The pleasure was too sharp.
Too jagged.
The "Dragon Root" was screaming for release.
His knees buckled.
"I... I can't stand..."
He collapsed backward.
"Careless!"
Cecilia tried to catch him, but she also falled because she was leaning over him.
THUD.
They crashed onto the thick, blood-red carpet.
Chen Shi on his back.
Lady Cecilia sprawling on top of him, her massive legs straddling his waist.
In the chaos of the fall.
Her hand slipped.
Her thumb dug hard into the underside of the head.
Right into the frenulum.
The "Kill Switch."
SQUEEZE.
She clamped down to brace herself.
Chen Shi's eyes rolled back.
His body arched off the floor like a bow.
"LADYYYYY!"
The dam broke.
PFFFT!
A jet of scalding, white-hot "Life Essence" erupted from the tip.
SPLAT.
It hit Lady Cecilia point-blank in the face.
Coating her left eye and cheek instantly.
But it didn't stop.
SPLAT. SPLAT. SPLAT.
The volume was terrifying.
Wave after wave of thick, pearlescent fluid shot out, driven by the "Dragon's" unnatural vitality.
It covered her nose.
Her lips.
It dripped down her chin onto her pristine white dress, soaking the fabric and turning it transparent.
The smell filled the room instantly.
Musk.
Testosterone.
And a heavy, overwhelming scent of Youth Energy.
It was hot.
So hot it was steaming on her cold skin.
Lady Cecilia froze, kneeling over him.
Dripping.
Covered in the "evidence" of her calibration.
She blinked her one clean eye.
Looking at the mess covering her face.
"This..."
She licked a drop that ran down her lip.
"This is... fuel?"