Ethan knew exactly what he was doing.
Selene wasn't just any girl—she was prideful, composed, the Ice Queen. If he wanted to truly make her his, he had to break that pride. Strip it down piece by piece until she chose to surrender.
Her wide eyes followed his words, her lips parted slightly in disbelief. Amazement flickered behind the layers of her usual confidence. Still, she tried to lift her chin, pretending to be bold.
"I'm not going to beg," she said, but her voice lacked its usual edge.
Ethan sighed. Not disappointed—expectant.
"Alright then," he muttered, casually rising to his feet.
Without another glance, he turned and walked toward the door, every step slow and deliberate.
The message was clear: he was leaving—and taking the power with him.
As Ethan's fingers brushed the doorknob, he heard it—soft, almost lost in the air.
"Please..."
He stopped.
Slowly, he turned.
Selene stood there, her body trembling ever so slightly, face flushed red, eyes cast down but peeking up at him through her lashes.
The Ice Queen was gone. What remained was a girl caught between pride and desire, trying to hold onto one while surrendering to the other.
"Don't leave me like this…" she whispered, voice fragile, laced with heat and hesitation. "Please…"
Ethan didn't smile.
He didn't speak.
He walked back—calm, composed, in control. And when he stood in front of her again, close enough for her breath to touch his skin, he tilted her chin up with a finger.
"That's more like it," he said lowly, his tone smooth, commanding. "Now, say it again. Louder."
She tilted her head, a shaky breath escaping her lips. A flicker of pride still lingered in her eyes—but it was losing fast to the desire that clouded them. Her thighs pressed together, chest rising and falling in uneven rhythm. She bit her lip, trying to hold it in, but her body betrayed her.
Then, barely above a whisper, thick with need, she said, "Please… don't leave me like this."
Ethan turned fully, eyes locked on hers, and stepped closer—slow, deliberate. The air between them crackled.
He leaned down, his voice smooth and commanding.
"That's more like it."
Ethan eased her down, her back meeting the floor as her breath hitched, eyes locked on his with a mix of anticipation and helpless desire. She didn't resist—couldn't.
Not with the way he looked at her now, like he owned every inch of her.
He crouched low, starting at her ankles, his fingers slow and purposeful as they slid upward. The slightest touch on her inner thighs made her legs twitch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her body was betraying her pride, and she knew it.
Ethan leaned in, lips replacing fingers—hot, calculated kisses trailing the same path up her skin. She trembled beneath him, breathless.
His hands gripped her thigh, firm and unrelenting. He lifted it with ease, spreading her apart like he had all the time in the world.
Selene's breath shuddered. Her pride had vanished—what remained was want.
Ethan hovered close, his voice low, steady, in full control.
"You're mine now," he murmured. "So stay still… and take it."
Her panties were exposed to him without much resistance he pulled them out over legs. Her tint pink and drippy pussy was revealed behind it.
Ethan didn't waste any time jamming his lips on it. He went down on her like he was a professional, evident in her screams and reactions, unknowingly to her in excitement she had put her hands on Ethan's head encouraging him to keep going.
Due to her being stimulated by the senior already, it was easy to get her dripping again. Now it was time to get to the main event. He held her hand turned her around, and she arched her body without any command and her ass was bare for Ethan to do as he pleases.
He rubbed his cock around the clit, going for more stipulation before entering. After achieving that, it was time to go in but everything was cut short at that moment. Footsteps could be heard on the hallway close to their class.
They both heard this and quickly, they got to arranging and organising themselves. The scene now had a strong stench of semen and pussy juice but it didn't matter because they were about to scram.
Ethan zipped up his trousers, his expression cool and collected. Selene adjusted her skirt in silence, buttoning her shirt with slightly trembling fingers. The tension from before still lingered in the air like electricity.
Ethan glanced at her with a smirk.
"Next time," he said, his voice low and confident. "We're not stopping halfway."
Selene hesitated, then gave a small nod, not meeting his eyes. "Okay…"
With that, Ethan turned and walked out, his presence still heavy in the room. Selene stood there a moment longer, catching her breath—then followed quietly, the door clicking shut behind her.
Selene adjusted her uniform quietly. No words were exchanged as she opened the door, paused for a second, then stepped out into the hallway—her footsteps light, almost hesitant. The click of the door behind her echoed in the silent room.
Ethan stood still for a moment, eyes trailing after the closed door. Then, without a word, he grabbed his bag and made his way out of the school. The sun was already setting, casting a golden glow over the pavement as he walked alone.
His mind wandered.
What the hell just happened?
That wasn't him. That wasn't the Ethan Cross he remembered.
He'd always been laid-back, calculated, more likely to talk his way out of things than press into them. Yet today… he was someone else entirely.
Is it the system? Did it mess with my head?
He exhaled slowly, trying to ground himself, but the thought stuck. It wasn't just instinct or desire—it felt like control had shifted, like his personality was being pushed by something deeper. Subtle, but real.
When he got home, the familiar scent of dinner greeted him. The front door clicked shut behind him.
"Welcome back, Big Bad Wolf!" came a sing-song voice.
Ethan rolled his eyes but smirked. His step-sister Sophia leaned over the railing from the top of the stairs, grinning like she'd just caught him sneaking in after curfew.
"Still howling at innocent girls, or did one finally bite back?"
Ethan gave her a sideways glance.
"Please, Sophia. If anyone's doing the biting, it's me."
"Gross!" she laughed, skipping off into her room with a trail of chuckles.
He exchanged a quick greeting with his stepmom in the kitchen before heading upstairs.
In his room, the silence returned. He dropped his bag, took off his jacket, and sat on the bed.
His thoughts crept in fast.
He replayed the moment again and again. The way he acted. The way he felt.
It wasn't all fake—it was him. But not him. A version of him that wasn't supposed to exist.
Am I still driving this? Or is the system holding the wheel now?
Just as the thought settled—
[System Notification]
Time Limit Elapsed
Mission: Seduce Selene — Failed
Due to unexpected interruption, no penalty.
Claim Reward: Yes / No?
Ethan blinked. "Wait... no penalty?"
He hovered for a second, then tapped
Yes.
[Reward Claimed]
A series of texts, lights, icons, and details flooded the screen before him, too fast to process at once.
His eyes widened as his jaw slowly dropped. "I'll be damned…"
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