The fire crackled softly in the hearth as Elizabeth's words hung in the air between them.
Ren looked at her for a moment, then let out a short, awkward laugh.
"Why would I kiss someone who's basically my aunty's age?" he said, trying to lighten the mood with a weak joke.
Elizabeth's crimson eyes narrowed dangerously. A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips as dark energy faintly flickered around her fingertips.
"Oh?" she purred, her voice sweet but laced with threat. "You are ready to get boiled alive, then?"
Ren immediately raised both hands in surrender, eyes wide.
"I was joking! I was joking!" he said quickly, taking a small step back. "Please don't boil me."
Elizabeth stared at him for a second longer before letting out a soft, amused chuckle. The dangerous aura around her faded as quickly as it had appeared.
Ren scratched the back of his neck, still slightly flustered, and asked more seriously this time:
"But… why do you want to kiss me? You said earlier that you can't have any intimate relations with ordinary men. So why me?"
Elizabeth's playful expression slowly faded. She looked at him with a more thoughtful, almost vulnerable gaze. The rain continued to pour outside, a steady rhythm against the wooden roof.
"Because you are the exception, Ren," she said quietly. "I was the one who first kissed you that stormy night. It was through that kiss that the curse transferred from me into your body. You became its new vessel. I want to test something… If I kiss you again now, will the curse flow back into me? Or has it truly taken root inside you?"
She took a small step closer, her crimson eyes searching his face.
"It is not purely desire. It is also research. A calculated risk. I need to understand how deeply the curse has bonded with you."
Ren was silent for a few seconds, processing her words. Then he shook his head slowly.
"…You should research it more first. Don't rush into something like this just because I'm here. We have time."
Without waiting for her reply, he turned and walked back toward the bedroom. His footsteps echoed softly on the wooden floor.
Elizabeth watched him leave without saying another word, a faint, unreadable smile lingering on her lips.
Ren closed the bedroom door behind him and collapsed onto the bed. He lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain outside.
His heart was still racing.
Even in this new world, nothing was simple.
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The rain outside had turned violent.
Thunder roared like an angry god, shaking the wooden walls of the cabin. Lightning flashed through the small window, casting sharp, white-blue light across the room for split seconds before plunging everything back into darkness. The wind howled through the trees, rattling the shutters.
Ren lay on the bed, trying to sleep.
But something was wrong.
A burning heat suddenly ignited in the center of his chest, right where the crimson mark had spread the deepest. It wasn't pain — it was worse. A deep, throbbing hunger that spread like liquid fire through his veins, down his stomach, and straight into his groin.
His cock hardened instantly, swelling painfully fast until it stood rigid and aching against his stomach. The mark on his face and arm pulsed in time with his heartbeat, growing hotter with every second.
"What… what is this?"
His mind began to spiral.
Thoughts that weren't entirely his own flooded in, thick and sticky like tar.
"Hole."
"I need a hole."
"Warm. Wet. Tight."
"I need to push my cock inside something. Anything."
"Cum. I have to cum inside. Deep. Fill it up."
Ren squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard. Sweat broke out across his forehead despite the cold wind blowing into the room. He gripped the sheets tightly, trying to fight the rising wave.
"No… stop. This isn't me."
But the curse didn't listen.
Images flashed behind his eyelids — Elizabeth's heavy breasts, the memory of Sensei's warmth, the way her body felt when she rode him, Erico's aggressive mouth, Aiko's leaking cunt — everything mixed together into a chaotic storm of pure lust.
His cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Precum leaked steadily from the tip, dripping down his shaft. His balls felt heavy, aching with the need to release.
"Just once. Just put it in. Just cum inside her."
"She's right here. In this house. Warm. Waiting."
Ren curled into himself, biting his lip until he tasted blood. His mind was spinning. Rational thought was being drowned out by raw, animalistic need.
"Fuck her."
"Breed her."
"Fill that witch's cunt until it overflows."
He could barely think of anything else. The lust was consuming him, eating away at his willpower like acid. His hips twitched involuntarily, his cock desperately seeking friction against the blanket.
Thunder crashed violently outside, as if the storm itself was laughing at his struggle.
Ren pressed his face into the pillow, breathing raggedly, trying to hold onto the last fragments of his sanity.
"This… this is the curse."
"It's waking up."
And it was hungry.
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The curse's hunger became unbearable.
Ren's mind was no longer his own. Every rational thought was drowned beneath a thick, burning wave of raw lust. His cock throbbed painfully hard, leaking steadily, demanding release. His entire body felt like it was on fire. The crimson mark pulsed violently across his face and arm, feeding the overwhelming need.
*Just once… Just a little… I need her.*
He couldn't resist anymore.
Barefoot and wearing only the black cloak, Ren stood up from the bed and walked toward the main room like a man possessed. The thunderstorm raged violently outside, thunder shaking the wooden walls as lightning illuminated his path in flashes of white.
Elizabeth was still sitting near the fireplace, slowly sipping her wine, when he entered.
The moment she saw him — eyes dark with lust, breathing ragged, cock visibly tenting the front of his cloak — her crimson eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Ren…?"
He didn't answer.
He crossed the room in three fast strides, grabbed her face with both hands, and crushed his lips against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss.
There was nothing gentle about it.
Ren kissed her like a starving animal. His mouth devoured hers, lips pressing hard, tongue immediately pushing past her lips to invade her mouth. He tasted the dark wine on her tongue as he licked and sucked aggressively, moaning into the kiss. Thick saliva mixed between them as the kiss turned sloppy and wet. He tilted his head, deepening it further, sucking on her tongue with raw need while his hands moved downward.
His palms found her massive breasts over the thin black fabric of her dress. They were incredibly heavy and soft. He groaned loudly into her mouth as he grabbed two big handfuls, squeezing them roughly. His fingers sank deep into the warm, yielding flesh, kneading and groping her tits with shameless hunger. He could feel her hard nipples poking against his palms through the dress as he massaged and pinched them, lifting and pressing her heavy breasts together, marveling at how full and perfect they felt.
Elizabeth let out a surprised moan into his mouth, her body tensing for a moment before slowly melting under his aggressive touch. Her hands came up to grip his shoulders as Ren continued kissing her hungrily, tongue fucking her mouth while his hands mauled her breasts without mercy — squeezing, slapping them lightly together, pinching her stiff nipples harder.
He broke the kiss for just a second, breathing heavily against her lips, strings of saliva connecting them.
"I can't… I can't stop…" he growled, voice thick with lust, before diving back in, kissing her even more desperately.
His hands never stopped working her tits — groping, kneading, and playing with them like they were his only salvation in the storm of the curse. The wet, obscene sounds of their hungry kissing mixed with the raging thunderstorm outside.
Elizabeth's crimson eyes fluttered, a mixture of surprise, amusement, and rising desire burning within them as she let the cursed boy ravish her mouth and breasts.
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Elizabeth remained almost completely still as Ren devoured her.
She didn't push him away. She didn't kiss him back. She simply let it happen.
Her crimson eyes stayed open, calm and observant, even as Ren's mouth hungrily claimed hers. His tongue pushed deep into her mouth, licking and sucking with desperate need while his hands roughly groped her heavy breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. He squeezed them hard, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh, pinching and rolling her stiff nipples between his fingers.
A low, needy groan vibrated from his throat into her mouth as he lost himself completely in the curse's hunger.
Elizabeth allowed every second of it.
She felt his trembling hands mauling her tits, felt his tongue invading her, felt the heat of his cursed desire pressing against her body… but she made no move to stop him or encourage him. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, neither pulling him closer nor pushing him away.
Then, as suddenly as it had overtaken him, the frenzy broke.
Ren's eyes widened in horror. He tore his mouth away from hers with a wet gasp, strings of saliva still connecting their lips. His hands jerked back from her breasts as if they had burned him.
"I— I'm sorry—!" he choked out, voice cracking with shame and panic.
Without another word, he stumbled backward, turned, and practically fled from the room. The door to the bedroom slammed shut behind him with a loud bang. The sound of the lock clicking echoed through the cabin.
Elizabeth stood motionless for a few seconds, lips slightly swollen from his aggressive kiss, her dress disheveled where his hands had desperately groped her chest. A thin trail of saliva ran down her chin.
She slowly raised a hand and wiped it away.
A quiet, knowing sigh escaped her lips.
"So… that's how it is," she murmured to the empty room.
She had felt it clearly during the kiss — the curse had surged violently inside Ren, trying to push itself back into her through their contact. But it had failed. The ancient power had refused to leave his body. It had chosen him completely. He was no longer just infected.
He was its new home.
Elizabeth's crimson eyes softened with a mix of pity and understanding. She walked over to the fireplace and sat down again, staring into the green flames.
She had let him kiss her on purpose. Not out of lust, but to test the curse's behavior. And the result was clear.
The boy was truly trapped now.
Inside the locked bedroom, Ren leaned back against the closed door, breathing hard. His face was flushed with deep shame and lingering arousal. His cock was still painfully hard, throbbing angrily beneath his cloak. Tears of frustration and self-disgust burned in his eyes.
*What the hell is wrong with me…?*
He slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, burying his face in his hands.
The thunderstorm continued to rage outside, mirroring the storm now raging inside him.
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