Lucas was lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the sink. Glancing down at the small shadow imp still kneeling before him, he exhaled a plume of smoke.
"You came at the right time, my little imp…"
The small shadow entity — the Imp of Whispers — remained kneeling on the floor, its silver eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Its three-foot-tall form was completely shrouded in living darkness, with only those two luminous eyes visible.
Lucas stared down at it, curiosity mixing with the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
"Tell me about yourself," he said, voice low. "How did something like you end up serving the abyss?"
The imp's head tilted slightly. Its mental voice echoed directly inside Lucas's mind — soft, nervous, and strangely child-like, yet carrying an ancient weariness.
"I… was never meant to be strong, Master."
A faint vision flickered through the contract bond, showing Lucas fragments of the imp's past.
Long ago, in the endless layers of the Abyss, the creature had been born as nothing more than a lesser shadow — a weak, overlooked thing that barely survived among the greater devils and demons. It had no claws, no fire, no terrifying form. The only thing it possessed was its voice… or rather, the absence of one.
It learned to survive by whispering.
It would hide in the cracks of obsidian thrones and ruined palaces, slipping tiny doubts into the minds of stronger beings: "You are not worthy.""They are laughing at you behind your back.""She desires someone else."
Those whispers grew into insecurities, insecurities grew into paranoia, and paranoia turned into self-destruction. Stronger devils would tear each other apart because of the imp's subtle suggestions, never realizing the true source. It fed on the chaos it created, growing slowly, carefully, always staying in the shadows.
But the abyss is cruel.
One day, a greater devil discovered the imp's existence. It was captured, tortured, and bound as a plaything — forced to whisper desires and doubts for the entertainment of its captors. Centuries passed in torment. The imp learned to perfect its art, becoming a master of manipulation, but it remained powerless, a tool for others.
Until the day the throne of the Infernal Dominion called out.
The abyss itself had sensed the arrival of a true Heir — someone worthy of its empty seat. The imp had been released from its chains and offered as the first servant, a test of the new master's worth.
"I have waited eons for someone who could command the abyss instead of being consumed by it," the imp whispered mentally. "You are the first who feels… different. Not just power. Something deeper."
Its silver eyes looked up at Lucas with a strange mixture of fear and hope.
"I am yours now, Heir. Until my existence is destroyed… or until you no longer need my whispers."
**
Alex's private dormitory was almost identical to Lucas's — a sprawling penthouse of black marble and silver accents, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the university grounds and the glittering Seoul skyline. The dining area was bathed in soft golden light from floating mana-lamps, the table set with fine porcelain and crystal glasses.
Alex sat across from Chloe, the two of them sharing a quiet dinner. Sophia moved gracefully between them, serving the meal alongside Chloe's personal maid. The food was exquisite — perfectly seared high-grade magic beast steaks, fresh salads infused with mana herbs, and warm bread still steaming from the oven.
Sophia's communication plate pulsed softly on the table. She checked it discreetly, her expression darkening the moment she read the message.
Chloe noticed immediately. "Sophia? What's wrong?"
Sophia hesitated, her thoughts racing. Alex looked up, concern etching his features.
"Sophi… what happened?" he asked gently.
Sophia's voice was quiet, almost reluctant. "Young Master Lucas has summoned me to his dormitory."
Alex's face twisted with immediate anger. He slammed his fork down. "What? That no-name bastard thinks he can summon you whenever he wants?"
Chloe's expression clouded with worry. She didn't know Lucas well, but she had seen how much Alex had changed since his stepbrother appeared. The shift in him was impossible to miss.
Sophia offered Alex a warm, reassuring smile, though her own thoughts were troubled. She remembered Lucas's earlier suggestion to James — that she should serve both brothers. She had already spoken with her mother, Grace, about the situation.
Grace, who was usually carefree and teasing, had lost her playful smile the moment she heard.
"Sophi, I know how much you care for Alex — like a little brother," Grace had said, her voice firm. "But don't forget who we serve. We are the Vanderbilt family's maids. Young Master Lucas may not have been born to Madam, but he still carries Vanderbilt blood. If the Master orders it, you must fulfill your duty."
Sophia had lowered her head, face troubled. Grace had reached out, gently lifting her daughter's chin.
"My baby girl, life will not always move as we wish. And didn't I teach you how to handle difficult situations?" Grace sighed softly. "If your duties ever become too much to bear, I will request Madam to reassign you. But for now…"
Sophia had shaken her head firmly. "I can't leave Alex with him. We don't know what he's capable of. I have to protect him."
Back in the present, Sophia placed the utensils neatly on the table and spoke with quiet resolve.
"Young Master, please don't be troubled. We cannot disobey the Master's orders."
Alex's expression remained troubled. "But Sophi… what if that bastard makes an improper move on you? You know how these types are — suddenly handed power when they had nothing before…"
Sophia laughed softly, the sound warm and affectionate. "These days I feel like you're maturing so much, Young Master." She smiled. "Have you forgotten what my rank is?"
Alex blinked, then sighed in realization. "Right… you're a B-rank Assassin. What could that Idiot possibly do to you?"
He sat back down, still reluctant. "Then come back quickly. I'll be waiting for you."
Sophia gave a proper maid's bow to both Alex and Chloe, then left the room with quiet dignity.
Chloe reached across the table and gently pressed Alex's hand.
"Don't worry," she said softly. "Sophia is only warm and free with you. With others, she's completely different."
Alex nodded, though the worry in his eyes lingered.
Back at Lucas's penthouse, he was deep in conversation with his new servant, the Imp of Whispers. The small shadow creature hovered near him, its silver eyes watching him curiously.
The bathroom door suddenly opened.
Yuna stepped out, her face shifting from confusion to surprise as she scanned the empty room. She had expected something strange — perhaps Lucas in the middle of some ritual — but everything looked normal.
Lucas glanced back at her. "What?"
Yuna coughed lightly, trying to hide her embarrassment. "I mean… I suddenly felt your emotions shifting — nervous, then fearful, then excited. I thought something strange was happening to your body in here."
Lucas raised an eyebrow, then realized the imp was hiding in the shadows at the far end of the room. What a sneaky little thing.
He chuckled and stood up, walking toward Yuna with slow, deliberate steps.
"If you wanted to see me bathe, you could have just come in," he said, voice low and teasing. "Why bother making excuses?"
Yuna's face flushed. "What? Why would I want to see you bathe?"
She backed away slowly until her back hit the wall. Her newly enhanced chest rose and fell rapidly, the movement far more noticeable now.
Lucas stopped right in front of her, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers. His sweat-dampened shirt clung to his muscular frame, and the scent of him — clean sweat and faint smoke — filled the small space between them.
"You know how hard today was, right?" he whispered, his fingers lightly tracing the flawless skin along her collarbone.
Yuna shivered, her body trembling at the contact. "Lucas… don't…" she purred involuntarily, the succubus bloodline amplifying every touch into something electric.
Lucas's finger trailed up to her neck, his voice dropping even lower. "What don't'? I haven't done anything yet."
Yuna felt a rush of heat between her thighs, her private place growing wet almost instantly. Why does this always happen near him? she thought desperately, biting her lower lip.
Lucas caught the action. For a split second, his composure slipped. Her lips looked so inviting, so full and glossy. He lost himself in the moment.
"You really shouldn't have done that, Yuna…"
Yuna's rose-pink eyes opened wide. "Wha—"
Before she could finish, Lucas closed the distance and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
The moment their mouths met, Yuna's amplified senses exploded. The kiss felt like liquid fire and velvet at the same time — Lucas's lips were firm and demanding, the faint taste of smoke and salt on his tongue sending shivers down her spine.
Every nerve in her body lit up, the succubus bloodline turning the simple contact into overwhelming pleasure. Her knees weakened instantly, a soft, needy whimper escaping into his mouth.
Lucas felt it too. Kissing a succubus was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her lips were impossibly soft and sweet, almost addictive, like nectar that made his head spin. The warmth of her body pressed against him, her heavy breasts brushing his chest, sending a rush of heat straight to his core.
For a moment, he forgot everything else — the academy, the rivalry, the plans — and simply lost himself in the kiss.
Yuna tried to push him away at first, her hands pressing weakly against his chest. But the new power inside her betrayed her. The resistance melted away within seconds. She gave in completely, her arms sliding around his neck as she kissed him back with surprising hunger.
The kiss deepened, growing more intense, saliva trailing between their lips as they broke apart for a fraction of a second before diving back in.
Then a calm, artificial voice echoed through the room.
"Master Lucas, your guest has arrived."
Lucas pulled back slowly, a thin strand of saliva still connecting their lips. Both of them were breathing hard.
Yuna's face burned with shame and desire. She shoved him back, voice shaky and furious.
"You… you bully!"
She turned and ran out of the bathroom, cheeks flaming.
Lucas touched his lips, still tasting the sweet, nectar-like flavor of her. Damn… a succubus really is something else. He had only meant to rile her up a little, thinking the heated succubus scent might linger in the room like an aphrodisiac. Instead, he had almost lost control himself.
He straightened his shirt, noticing the faint scratch marks Yuna had left on his chest. With a satisfied smirk, he opened the door.
Sophia was waiting just outside.
The maid stood with perfect posture, her voluptuous figure filling out the crisp black-and-white uniform — the bodice hugging her heavy breasts, the pencil skirt clinging to her wide hips and thick thighs. Her purple hair was neatly pinned, and her expression was calm and professional.
"Young Master Lucas," she greeted with a proper bow.
Lucas nodded, his smile widening.
"Come in."
The door closed softly behind her.
***
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