Sophia remained frozen on her knees, eyes wide as she stared at the thick, heavy shaft that had just slapped against her face. It was abnormally large — long, girthy, and veined, the kind of size that could only belong to a demon. Even in its resting state, it carried an intimidating weight and presence.
Sophia's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. The order burned in her ears. She was a B-rank Assassin, a woman who had faced death countless times in dungeons and raids. Yet this — this simple, degrading task — felt far more difficult than any battlefield she had ever known.
She forced herself to breathe steadily, keeping her expression as neutral as possible. "Can you please turn back, young master," she replied, her voice low and controlled, though her cheeks remained flushed.
Lucas turned and stepped under the running shower, water cascading over his muscular frame. He stood with his back to her, waiting.
Sophia rose slowly, her legs unsteady. She picked up the body wash again, squeezing a generous amount into her hands. The warm water from the shower sprayed lightly against her uniform as she stepped closer.
She started with his shoulders, her soapy hands gliding over the hard muscle. The contact was professional at first — efficient, detached — but the heat of his skin and the way his muscles flexed under her touch made her pulse quicken despite herself. She moved downward to his back, tracing the defined lines of his spine and the broad expanse of his shoulders.
Lucas remained silent, eyes closed, letting the water run over him.
Sophia's hands moved with mechanical precision over Lucas's back, the soapy lather gliding across the broad, powerful expanse of muscle. She tried to focus only on the task, but her mind betrayed her.
How broad his back is… I've never seen anyone built like this…
The thought slipped in unbidden, followed by something far more dangerous.
I want to… I… want…
She stopped abruptly, her hands freezing mid-motion. She couldn't believe what she was thinking. Her cheeks burned with shame.
Lucas felt the sudden pause. He turned slightly, his thick, heavy cock dangling between his legs, water cascading over his body.
"Why did you stop?" he asked, voice low and calm, though a faint smile tugged at his lips.
Sophia shook her head quickly. "Nothing."
She moved closer again, forcing herself to continue. Her eyes, however, kept drifting downward without her permission. The sight of him growing harder, thicker, made her swallow hard.
It keeps getting bigger… thicker… I wonder how it feels…
She caught herself again, horror flashing across her face. What is happening to me? Am I really this weak? I can't even control my own thoughts…
Lucas smirked, noticing every subtle reaction. His hand gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His deep blue eyes locked onto hers.
"Are you deliberately delaying this, Sophia?" he asked softly.
Sophia's breath hitched. "No… no, I mean…"
She stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. Her inner thoughts spiraled wildly.
Say it… tell him you want to touch it… what could happen? Master ordered you to serve, right? You should do it efficiently… come on, just say it…
Lucas could feel her confusion, the subtle manipulation of the Imp of Whispers working in the background. His smile deepened.
Lesser devil or not, a devil is still a devil. Even a B-ranker like her can't figure out that something is messing with her thoughts.
He observed how her gaze kept trailing down to his cock.
"You want to touch it, don't you?" he said, voice smooth and coaxing. "Go on. It won't bite."
Sophia flinched, her heavy breasts rising and falling rapidly. She wanted to shout, to reject him, to push him away. But before she could stop herself, her hand began moving toward him — slow, trembling, almost against her will.
Just touch it… feel it… what can happen? It's just a touch… I'm sure Alex wouldn't know…
The moment Alex's name flashed through her mind, her hand stopped midway. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
Lucas caught the change immediately. His eyes narrowed.
Before he could push further or the Imp could intensify its influence, Sophia vanished.
Shadow energy swirled around her like dark mist, and she disappeared from the bathroom in an instant.
Lucas stood there, water still running over his body. His face twisted with fury.
"Fuck!" he snarled, punching the wall hard enough to crack the marble.
The Imp of Whispers blurred out from the shadows in the corner, kneeling immediately, trembling.
"Forgive me, Master… I've failed your order."
Lucas sighed, running a hand through his wet hair.
"Forget it. It's not your fault," he muttered. "I guess my greed for revenge and lust got the better of me. Take a rest in the subspace. I'll summon you back when I need you."
The imp bowed its head in disappointment and dissolved into shadow, retreating into the personal subspace Lucas had received as a reward.
Lucas stood under the running water for a long moment, letting the hot spray wash over him. He touched his lips, still feeling the ghost of Yuna's kiss from earlier, then glanced down at the faint scratch marks on his chest.
"Well… a seed has been planted," he murmured to himself, a dark smile slowly returning. "I guess we'll reap the reward sooner or later."
*
Sophia materialized in the corridor outside Lucas's penthouse, her body shimmering briefly before solidifying.
The moment she was alone, the mask she had worn in front of him shattered. Her face was deathly pale, her hands trembling at her sides as shame and confusion crashed over her like a tidal wave.
What the hell was that…?
She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her heart hammering wildly. Her skin still burned where Lucas had touched her. The memory of his thick, heavy cock slapping against her cheek refused to leave her mind. Worse, her body had reacted — her nipples were painfully hard, and she could feel an unwelcome slickness between her thighs.
There is no way I'm attracted to someone who could be a threat to Alex… But this feeling… my nipples are hard, and I'm wet… Mother always said things like this happen when you love someone, but… what is happening to me?
She took a shaky breath, trying to push the unwanted heat down. That bastard must have done something. I'm sure of it.
Composing herself as best she could, Sophia walked toward Alex's dormitory. She hoped to slip inside quietly, but the moment she reached the door, her perception picked up on Alex waiting in the hall. She gritted her teeth, sighed, and opened the door.
Alex stood there, concern etched deeply into his features. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened.
"Sophi… what happened? Why are you so late?"
Sophia forced a tired smile, though her thoughts were still spiraling. "Young Master, why are you still awake? You should rest after such a hectic day."
Alex shook his head and stepped closer, his eyes tracing the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead and the unusual flush on her cheeks.
"No, forget about that. Tell me why Lucas called you." His voice softened with worry. "And why are you so flustered? Did something happen?"
Sophia's breath caught. The memory of Lucas's body, the heat of his presence, and the confusing rush of desire flooded back. The thought of hiding the truth from Alex only made the guilt sharper, like a knife twisting in her chest.
She exhaled slowly, keeping her voice steady. "Alex, nothing you're imagining happened. Stop worrying about me and go to sleep. You have classes tomorrow."
Alex studied her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. He could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she avoided his gaze just a little too carefully. For the first time, he felt truly helpless — the heir to one of the world's most powerful families, and he couldn't even protect the person he cared about most.
"Sophi…" His voice cracked slightly. "If that bastard did anything to you… if he touched you—"
Sophia smiled warmly, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She reached out and gently touched his arm, the familiar gesture filled with years of quiet affection.
"Young Master, please don't be troubled. We cannot disobey the Master's orders."
Alex studied her for a long moment, clearly not fully convinced, but he eventually nodded and retreated to his room, though an unfamiliar unease had begun to settle in his chest.