Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

'I can't do this,' he managed to break free from her charm for a moment, and tried to stand, but Celine locked her palm behind his head and pulled him closer.

She didn't understand why, but it felt as if her heart would break if she let him go now.

As their gazes met, Reign's control over his emotions was slowly being broken.

The worst part was that the system remained inactive, assuming he was just experiencing normal feelings of love.

It detected no malice or threat to him at all.

"Your lips…" he muttered unconsciously. It looked so soft and inviting.

Celine closed her eyes, holding her breath as she waited.

'Just a quick taste… then I'll stop,'

He leaned in and kissed her, convinced he could stop anytime.

But the instant he tasted her soft lips and the sweetness of her saliva, he realized it was game over for him.

Their kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as their tongues twirled together.

"I..." she mumbled, her palm slipping behind his clothing, touching his well toned abdomen.

That light touch made her blush even more, leaving her breathless.

Meanwhile, his own hands roamed her curves, feeling the softness of her skin, the gentle slope of her hips.

Their kisses grew frantic, their breathing ragged.

It was as if their bodies had been starving for each other, unable to get enough.

He felt her nails dig into his back, and he knew that this was more than just lust or even love, but he did not care anymore.

Reign paused for a moment, his hands hovering over the hem of her top pajama.

He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, trying to be gentle despite the beast inside him that wanted to devour her whole.

Slowly, he began to push the fabric up, revealing inch by inch the softness of her stomach, the curve of her supple breasts.

It was a stark contrast to his usual roughness, but he was already too deep under her spell. He unconsciously wanted to show her that he could be tender.

Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that she wanted him to be gentle with her, and he was simply reacting to her influence. Her presence guided his every move.

Her eyes never left his, and he could see the trust and desire in them. She wanted him to do it.

As he peeled the last of her top clothing away, he felt her shiver slightly, whether from the cool air or the anticipation, he wasn't sure.

He kissed her again, deeply, before his mouth traveled down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin and feeling the rapid pulse of her veins.

Each kiss made him more vulnerable, each touch was dangerous, and he knew that he was crossing a line that he should never crossed.

With trembling hands, he unbuttoned his own shirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his muscular chest.

Their bodies were now touching, skin to skin.

He started to lick and nimble on her neck, and she moaned with pleasure.

"It tickles,"

"I just want to make you feel good," he whispered into her ear before licking it.

She moaned softly, her fingers gliding over his skin as she caressed his chest.

Being encourage by her action, he squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

And then, when he was sure she was ready, he slowly moved his hands down to her thighs.

The pants was in the way, so he gently but firmly pulled them down along with her underwear.

Her pink slit glistened with all the golden particles , and she instinctively tried to cover it with her hand, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

Reign knew she was too self-conscious, so he kissed her hand and moved it aside, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to reassure her.

"You look so good. You don't have to be embarrassed "

"P— Please be gentle… This is my first time…" she muttered weakly.

Those words only increased his desire for her, and she started licking and sucking on her clit.

"I— I feel weird.." She cried and writhed with pleasure.

"But it's so good…" she murmured, grabbing his hair as her hips began to move instinctively in response

The way his tongue danced around her clit was too stimulating, each stroke made her legs weak and tremble.

"Don't stop!" her moans grew louder so he kept licking her until she was satisfied.

When he finally pulled back, her clit was swollen .

Without a second thought, he slid his finger into her, her wetness coating him like a glove.

Her walls clenched around his finger, as if eager to keep him there forever.

The sound of her juices squelching from his finger filled the room.

"Yes... right there!"

"That spot feels so good!"

The way she moved, the way she responded to his touch, fueled his desire to keep going, to make the moment last.

He added a second finger, plunging them both deep inside her.

The sound grew even wetter, a delicious melody that he could almost taste it.

Celine's legs quivered uncontrollably as she felt her slit throbbing.

He picked up the pace, his thumb now circling her fully erect clit.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Your fingers feel amazing.... But... "

"I feel weird. I feel like peeing!" she cried out, her voice trembling with confusion.

The sensation was entirely new to her, but she knew it was good and addicting.

"I'm peeing!" Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned incoherently, her body lost to the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

When she finished, she slumped onto the bed, exhausted but wearing a satisfied expression.

She opened her arms and whispered, "I want you inside me."

Reign paused, torn between conflicting thoughts. His remaining control insisted this was wrong, but his heart urged him to follow his desires.

"I love you," she confessed , her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

It took all her pride to admit it, but it was her true feelings.

'I lost....'