Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Back to the Teleportation station,

“A-Are you alright?” Finnian asked in a soft, shaky voice, his eyes full of worry as he stepped toward Vesperine. She was crouched down, sitting at the corner of the Teleportation station’s stairway, hugging herself tightly. Her posture was guarded, trembling faintly, like someone who had just been violated or touched in the worst way.

Her head slowly turned toward him. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, her cheeks flushed in a deep beet-red hue. The way she looked at him—full of hurt and rage—made his heart skip a beat.

“A-Alright?” she growled through trembling lips. “After to-touching me… there… in p-p-public?” Her voice cracked with a mix of humiliation and fury. Her glare could’ve melted stone.

Finnian’s face dropped with guilt, and he took a nervous step back as he bowed his head slightly. “P-Please… please believe me,” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his body. “I really didn’t mean to fall on you… it just… just happened. A-Arrh… I swear! I would never, ever do anything like that to a woman… I’m not that kind of guy… Please, I’m begging you…”

He sounded desperate, ashamed, every word laced with earnestness. His shoulders shook slightly as he stared at the ground, unable to meet her gaze.

The thought of rumours spreading about him molesting someone the moment he stepped out of the Empire… it made his chest tighten painfully. If this scandal reached the Archpriestess… the remaining hope would be crushed, and she might never summon him again.

As she watched him tremble, something inside Vesperine shifted. Her eyes narrowed and locked onto something above his head—something only she could see.

A small, glowing heart symbol floated there, just above Finnian, displaying a clear and message:

[💗 0%]

Her rage softened, just a little.

A few seconds passed before her expression finally eased. Her arms slowly unwrapped from around her knees as she spoke in a quieter, calmer voice, “Fine… I believe in you.”

Finnian’s knees nearly gave out from relief. His whole body slumped slightly as if a mountain had lifted off his shoulders. He exhaled long and deep, his hand briefly covering his mouth as his cheeks flushed again.

“However…”

His eyes widened. He tensed again like a deer caught in a snare as she leaned toward him, her tone suddenly shifting into something playful, almost smug.

“I haven’t eaten anything since morning… skipped all my other plans thanks to you…” Her eyes gleamed with teasing delight. “So… you’re buying me something.”

Finnian blinked dumbly at her demand, caught off-guard by how quickly her attitude flipped. But then he nodded, cheeks still pink, unable to argue.

Soon, they left the Teleportation station and wandered into a nearby restaurant.

It was a quiet, cosy place, shielded by decorative plants and corner curtains.

Vesperine picked the most secluded spot, tucking herself into a booth where no one could easily see them. She crossed one leg over the other with practised elegance and began ordering—her appetite surprisingly grand.

Finnian hesitated near the edge of the seat before slowly sitting down across from her, awkwardly fidgeting with his sleeves. His gaze kept sneaking toward the menu, but he said nothing.

‘I-I have enough money… right?’ he wondered as he peeked into his small leather pouch. There was enough for now, but even if there wasn’t, he wouldn’t abandon her like others might have.

No… He’d take responsibility for what happened, even if that meant scrubbing every damn dish in the kitchen.

Vesperine tilted her head and gave him a curious look. “You’re not ordering anything?”

Finnian waved a hand quickly, smiling shyly. “N-Nah… I’m fine with just water,” he muttered as he picked up the glass and took a nervous sip.

She frowned, watching him over the rim of her glass. Then, without a word, she turned toward the waiter and coolly added a few more dishes to the order.

“P-PPUFF!!” Finnian nearly spat out the water as he coughed violently, choking mid-sip. His eyes watered as he struggled to recover.

“What are you doing?” Vesperine blinked innocently, her voice laced with a sly undertone.

The waiter came over quickly with a towel, concern on his face. Finnian thanked him awkwardly, dabbing his lips and wiping the spill off the table.

“I-I really don’t need food,” he insisted, barely looking at Vesperine now as embarrassment crawled up his neck.

She leaned her cheek into her palm, watching him closely. “But you look… really hungry though,” she said softly, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“I am no—”

Grrrrrrllll!

His stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.

Finnian froze. His hands gripped his lap under the table, and his head sank forward in shame. His cheeks now matched the colour of Vesperine’s earlier rage—burning bright red.

He hadn’t eaten anything since the Archpriestess’s rejection. His pride just wouldn’t let him.

Vesperine’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. “Even if you are the chosen one… You really do act like a child sometimes, you know?”

Finnian raised a hand weakly, “P-Please… don’t say that,” he muttered, voice barely audible, eyes locked on the table.

She chuckled softly and didn’t push further. The atmosphere settled into a gentle silence between them, not awkward… just calm.

She let her gaze linger on him—watching the way his lashes fluttered, the nervous way he held his glass, the subtle rise and fall of his breath.

Then, leaning slightly forward, her voice dipped into something smoother, curious, intimate.

“Tell me… why did you fall into the portal? Did something happen?” she asked, her expression unreadable but her tone laced with gentle interest.

Finnian flinched subtly, his lips tightening. He shook his head after a moment of pause. He couldn’t possibly share that with her… She was still an outsider, no matter how kind she acted now.

Vesperine noticed. Her smile faded, just a little, and a hum vibrated softly in her throat.

She shifted under the table, and then—

Her toe, bare and warm, lightly brushed against his ankle. A barely-there touch.

Finnian jolted, eyes shooting wide as he instinctively pulled his leg back, knocking lightly against the booth’s edge. He gave her a shocked, panicked look.

She just smirked—amused and sly—as she stirred her drink with the tip of her straw.

Her gaze never left his face.

‘Looks like we’ve got a shy one here… He’s really cute~ I’d love to see his face when he gets fucked senseless~’ she purred in her mind, her expression sly and amused.

But outwardly, she shifted her face into a soft, innocent mask, feigning gentle concern. She leaned slightly toward him, her tone tender.

“You look really worried… are you sure you’re alright?”

Finnian flinched visibly, almost startled by how perceptive she sounded. “I-I’m fine… why are you asking me that? Was it showing on my face?”

Vesperine tilted her head slowly, a thoughtful look crossing her features.

“Nah… it’s not your face exactly… it’s something else.” She rested her elbow on the table, fingers tracing lazy circles. “Even though you’re smiling… it just feels like something inside you is breaking… like you’re forcing yourself.”

Finnian blinked in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at how accurately she described it. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Then, slowly, he lowered his head, his breath catching in his throat.

“…Oh…”

Seeing that reaction, Vesperine knew she hit the right spot. Without hesitation, she rose from her seat and moved around the table, sliding in beside him—not too close, just barely brushing his shoulder with hers, leaving just enough heat between their bodies to tease.

Her voice softened, warm and almost motherly, “Are you really alright?”

He trembled, biting his lip, his shoulders starting to shake. It was as if her voice alone cracked something open inside him. He looked like a person barely holding on, fragile and exhausted.

The kind of pain someone locks deep inside—until just one gentle question shatters everything.

Vesperine leaned closer, letting her fingers lightly graze the back of his hand, warm and steady.

“You can tell me… I’m here. I’ll listen… I’ll help you.”

“I… I…” Finnian tried to speak, but his voice was tight, stuck behind emotion. His lip trembled harder as he turned toward her. Her face, so close now, carried a kindness that stunned him. A smile so soft… so nurturing… like the ones he had never received from his own family.

It was like standing before a goddess cloaked in comfort.

Vesperine gave him a small, gentle smile—weak but warm.

“Whatever it is… you did your best, Fin…”

And that was it.

“—-Aaawwwwwaaaaaa!!!”

The dam finally burst.

Finnian cried like a lost child, no longer able to hold back the pain that had been festering deep inside. He collapsed into the arms of a girl who, for all intents and purposes, was still a stranger—yet somehow, with a single moment of warmth, had reached deeper than anyone else ever had.

Vesperine’s smile softened into something more genuine as she cradled his head against her chest, her fingers gently threading through his hair. She didn’t rush him. She didn’t ask questions.

She just held him.

Her eyes flicked up and narrowed playfully at the little heart symbol above his head.

[💗 1↑%]

*****

Back to the Aurora Empire,

Aether was still grinding deep inside, his cock buried to the hilt in Sera—her body transformed mid-act, unable to keep up as fragile Stella.

Now, in her true form, Sera arched her back, ass high in the air, gripping the edge of the bed so hard her knuckles turned white.

“ahh~ aahh~ fasterrr~~please~~~faster~!” Sera cried, voice breaking with each thrust, her body shaking, thighs trembling as Aether’s cock pounded her pussy mercilessly.

“You want it faster? Hah… you’re so fucking greedy,” Aether groaned, feeling her tight, wet heat wringing him out, the walls of her pussy rippling around his shaft. He moved faster, hips slamming, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the room.

Sweat dripped down his back, his hands gripping her waist before sliding under her arms, lifting her up.

Suddenly slid his arms beneath her shoulders, palms hooking under her armpits. With a rough, possessive pull, he lifted her upright—her back pressed flush against his chest, her gasping mouth just below his jaw.

Sera’s legs instinctively curled back, knees bending and feet locking behind his hips. She was now straddling him, open and exposed, her thighs trembling around his waist. The new angle let him thrust up from below, cock pressing even deeper, grinding right against that sensitive spot inside her.

She felt completely on display—her breasts bouncing against his chest, nipples hard, her head tipped back against his shoulder. Each time he slammed up into her, her whole body jolted, breasts jiggling, skin sticking to his with sweat.

Aether’s mouth was right at her ear. He nipped at her lobe, breath hot and wild as he whispered, “Look at you—so open, so needy. You love this, don’t you~?”

He let one hand slide down, cupping her breast, thumb flicking her nipple, making her whimper. The other hand snaked between her legs, rubbing her clit in frantic circles, the slick sound of her arousal filling the room.

Sera blushed furiously, her body trembling, every nerve set alight by how utterly vulnerable and full she felt. She could see herself in the nearby mirror—her flushed, open-mouthed face, her body impaled on his cock, her thighs splayed, every trembling, messy inch of her on full display.

“Y-Yes~… Yes!~~aaah~haa~” she sobbed, clinging to his arms, her body jerking with each stroke as he hammered into her.

He fucked her harder, the bed rocking, her body pinned helplessly in his arms, legs shaking as his cock pistoned up, wet and messy, every thrust drawing out another gush of hot, slippery nectar. The base of his cock was ringed with her creamy wetness, dripping down his balls, staining the ground.

Sera was a quivering mess—her hands flying up to clutch at his neck, nails raking his skin, her voice caught between a sob and a scream.

“A-Aether, I’m—gonna~ahhh~~cum~~cum—please—!”

Aether smirked, “Cum with me, Sera—cum all over my cock~” he growled in her ear, biting down as he gave her one final, punishing thrust—burying himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he exploded deep inside her.

“AAAAHHHHhhhh–“

Thud!

The door slammed open, “Archpriestess, I finished your job, and came to see my Aeth—”

Splash…. Splash….

Spurttt….

Sera screamed as she squirted hard, a wild fountain of hot nectar shooting straight onto the stunned intruder’s face.

Their eyes widened and their lips parted, Yet… No sound came.

Just Aether and Sera came!

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