Chapter 851 - 850- Newer System Abilities

Chapter 851: Chapter 850- Newer System Abilities

"Your majesty," Aldric said. His voice, careful and soothing, was the voice of a man trying to calm a storm. "Was it all right? The classroom. The professor. Perhaps we should report to the headmistress. File a complaint. This is unacceptable. A professor cannot speak to you that way."

"Crap," Leo said. The word, which was not a word he used often, was a measure of his fury. He crossed the room. His steps, heavy and fast, ate the distance. He reached the wine cabinet. Pulled out a bottle. The cork, removed with his teeth, was spat on the floor. He drank. The wine, red and expensive, poured down his throat.

"Your majesty, please," Lyssa said. Her voice, soft and concerned, was the voice of a woman who had been trained to manage men. "Calm yourself. The professor was out of line, but he is new. He does not understand the hierarchy. Perhaps if we..."

Leo grabbed her hand. The motion, sudden and rough, pulled her toward him. She stumbled. Her body, which had been standing at a respectful distance, was now against his. Her face, which had been concerned, was now shocked.

He threw her. The motion, which used his arm and his weight, sent her onto the bed. Her body, which was small and light, bounced on the silk. Her uniform, which had been neat, was disheveled. Her skirt, which had been regulation length, was hiked up. Her thighs, pale and slim, were exposed.

"Your majesty!" she said. Her voice, which had been soft, was now sharp. "What are you..."

Leo pulled down his trousers. The motion, rough and fast, was not the motion of a lover. It was the motion of a man who needed to take something. His cock, which was not large but was hard, emerged. The shaft, thin and veined, stood at attention. The head, dark and swollen, was ready.

"Damn you, bastard," he muttered. The words, which were not directed at Lyssa but at the man who had humiliated him, were spoken through clenched teeth. He reached into his pocket. Pulled out a pill. The recall pill, which stimulated arousal and stamina, was placed on his tongue. He swallowed.

His cock, which had been hard, went harder. The shaft, thickening, stood straight. The head, swelling, darkened. The effect, immediate and powerful, made him groan.

He pulled Lyssa’s skirt. The fabric, sliding down her thighs, revealed her panties. White cotton. Simple. The same kind that every student wore. He grabbed them. Pulled. The cotton, stretching, came off. Her pussy, hairy and trimmed, was exposed. The lips, closed and tight, were pink.

"Wait!" Aldric said. His voice, which had been careful, was now desperate. "Don’t do that, my lord! Prince, stop! She is my sister!"

Leo slapped him. The blow, backhanded and hard, hit Aldric’s face. The sound, sharp and wet, echoed through the room. Aldric, stumbling back, hit the wall. His hand, going to his cheek, felt the mark.

"Shut up, bastard," Leo said. His voice, which was not royal but feral, was the voice of a man who had been pushed past his limits. "What about your face? She is lucky to have me. Lucky. Do you understand?"

He pushed his cock against Lyssa’s pussy. The head, pressing against the lips, found the entrance. She trembled. Her hands, on the bed, gripped the silk.

"Wait, wait, don’t do it," she said. Her voice, which had been sharp, was now pleading. "My brother is seeing. Please, my lord. Not in front of..."

"We have already did it many times," Leo said. The words, crude and dismissive, were a reminder. A statement of ownership. "You are not a virgin, bitch."

He slammed.

Pah!

"AAAH...!!"

Lyssa’s scream, which was not pleasure but pain, filled the room. Her body, impaled on his cock, seized. Her hands, on the silk, tore the fabric. Her eyes, wide and wet, found her brother.

Aldric, against the wall, watched. His face, which had been pale, was now gray. His eyes, which had been terrified, were now dead. The sight, of his sister being fucked by the prince, was a sight that he had seen before. Many times. But it never got easier.

Leo fucked. His hips, driving forward, pounded. The pace, fast and brutal, was the pace of a man who was not making love but taking revenge. Each thrust, which drove his cock deeper, was a thrust at the man who had humiliated him. Each slap of flesh on flesh was a slap at Viktor.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"AAAH...!! ... No...!! ... Stop...!! ... Please...!! ... AAANGH...!!"

Lyssa’s moans, which were mixed with cries, filled the room. Her body, being used, was a vessel. Her pussy, which was wet from the recall pill’s effects, was slick. The sound, wet and rhythmic, was the sound of flesh on flesh.

Aldric, against the wall, looked at the floor. His hands, at his sides, were fists. His jaw, clenched, was tight. The sound of his sister’s moans, which he could not block out, filled his ears.

’I will kill you, Viktor,’ he thought. The thought, which was not directed at the prince who was fucking his sister but at the man who had driven the prince to this, was a cold and quiet thing. ’I will kill you, Viktor!!!’

Leo, on the bed, pounded. His cock, which was not large but was hard, drove in and out. The bed, shaking with the force, creaked. The silk, torn by Lyssa’s hands, was ruined.

"I will kill you, Viktor!" Leo screamed. The words, which were the same words that Aldric was thinking, were screamed into the air. Into the room. Into the void that his pride had become.

Night fell.

The academy, which had been buzzing with the news of the new professor and the disgraced prince, went quiet. The students, who had gossiped and theorized and argued, retired to their dormitories. The lanterns, which had been lit, were dimmed. The grounds, which had been crowded, were empty.

My room was in the faculty wing. The quarters, larger and better furnished than the student dormitories, were comfortable. The bed, wide and soft, was covered in clean sheets. The desk, wooden and functional, was bare. The window, looking out over the grounds, was open. The night air, cool and clean, carried the scent of rain.

I sat on the bed. My coat, removed, was on the chair. My mask, removed, was on the desk. My face, bare and exposed, was lit by the single lantern on the nightstand.

I looked at my abilities. The list, which existed in my mind as a magical interface, was long. The skills, which I had accumulated through the mirror world and the incubus energy and the dark elf’s conditioning and the mother-in-law’s submission and the headmistress’s surrender, were numerous.

The interface, glowing faintly in my mind, displayed:

Active Abilities:

- Incubus Physis — Passive arousal field, energy absorption through sexual contact, mana transfer through seed

- Mirror World — Remote viewing through magical networks, communication through reflective surfaces

- Telekinesis — Fine manipulation of objects through mana, range limited to line of sight

- Sword Intent — Dimensional cutting through willpower, rift creation through mana manifestation

- Dimension Pocket — Personal storage space, time-independent

- Teleportation — Short-range instant travel, line of sight required

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Passive Abilities:

- Enhanced Physique — Strength, speed, stamina, and recovery beyond human baseline

- Pheromone Field — Unconscious emission of arousal-inducing compounds

- Mana Sensitivity — Detection of magical signatures, identification of spell types

- Sexual Conditioning — Imprinting of obedience through repeated sexual contact

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