Her Crimson Temptation

The sound of Leon's door creaking open broke the stillness like a blade through silk the instant he turned away from the window, lost in thought while the twin moons watched.

He scowled and froze in response to the sound.

His breath caught.

With her bare feet softly stepping on the chilly floor, a girl entered. The moon's silver gaze glinted on her crimson hair, which fell down her shoulders like a river of fire. For a brief moment, time itself appeared to hold its breath as her eyes—deep, seductive pools of scarlet—met his.

"Rias." Leon muttered, his voice hardly audible due to the dryness in his throat.

Then he saw what she was wearing.

She was dressed in a black nightgown. No, the word "wore" was too mild. Hugging her voluptuous curves and highlighting each dip and slope, the fabric barely held her body in place. Her nightgown clung to her ample chest, highlighting the soft curves of her breasts, while her cleavage spilled gently from the plunging neckline. Leon's mouth immediately dried up as the gown's slit ran high up her thigh, exposing her smooth, immaculate skin.

Leon's throat tightened with breath. He stared, nearly forgetting to talk as his heart raced.

What the devil is she wearing? No, why is she here in that outfit?

He felt his heart skip a beat, then another. He tried to remain calm, but heat rushed through him.

"R-R-Rias…" he stumbled a little, the words straining to get out of his suddenly parched throat. "Why are you here at this moment?

Her hands behind her back, she stopped by the door. Then she turned her fingers slowly and nervously and started to fidget, tying her index fingers together and looking down.

"I..." she bit her lip. "Dad, I wanted to sleep with you tonight."

Leon's eyes blinked.

He did not hear incorrectly. Although there was no sound in the room, her words rang in his head like thunder.

"What?" he blinked rapidly. "What would you—"

Biting her bottom lip, she fidgeted once more before raising her head. "You fell ill yesterday. I was afraid when you were unconscious all day today. I do not wish for that to occur once more. If I sleep next to you, I will be there in case of an emergency.

Her voice shook a little—real, anxious. But there was more in her eyes than just worry. A spark of desire was concealed beneath the care layer. She tried to hide the hunger.

Leon saw. And he was aware of it.

His thoughts retreated to the memories he had inherited from the previous Leon—how Rias would frequently creep into his bed at night and curl up against him while feigning fear and anxiety. How she had always loved him, to the extent of obsession.

It is possible that the former Leon played dumb. Like all the other times she tried to slip into his bed, he might have graciously turned her away.

He whispered to himself, "Rias, do you think I would think that is your only reason?"

And then— [Ding!]

Inside his head a mechanical chime rang sharply.

[Fuck Rias Moonwalker: Mission Triggered]

[Goal: Take full control of Rias Moonwalker]

[Reward: System Shop Unlocked, 20 Black Points, and Eye of Judge]

[Notice: Touch of Charm will be disabled if the mission fails.]

[Time Restriction: 15 Days]

His eyes widened and he thought, "The hell… a mission to fuck her?" "This system is not reserved in any way."

He thought of how he had used points in the past: 10 points to reset all stats to 10, then +6 in stamina, +2 vitality, and +2 agility. However, this prize—the "Eye of Discerning"? He was ignorant of skill, and now he had twenty more points hanging in front of him. and the shop for the system was unlocked? He could not overlook that.

Still...

His brows knitted as he asked himself in his mind, "Is not this kind of mission inappropriate?"

[System: Missions are in line with the long-term benefits and the host's secret desires. Quit hiding your truth. Embrace it.]

"Tch. "Bastard system," he muttered to himself.

It was not incorrect, though. Not completely. He could not tell himself lies. He would not mind giving in to the temptation of Rias. She was what he desired. All of her.

"Daddy...?" Rias cocked her head and called.

Leon jolted from his reverie. She had worried eyes, and he blinked as he looked at her.

She took a step closer and whispered, "What are you looking at in the air?" "Are you alright?"

Leon's eyes blinked. She then recognized that she was unable to see the system interface. Only I am able to.

He forced a smile and said, "Ah… nothing, sweetheart. "Just... lost my train of thought."

Rias examined him intently, as though attempting to look past the mask. She nodded slowly after that.

With a gentle tone, she inquired, "So... can I sleep with you tonight?" "Will you please?"

Leon stopped. He could see the fire behind those red eyes, even though her tone was innocent. This had more to do with love and protection than that. There was more she desired.

He took a sharp breath and finally said, "I am smiling." "Obviously, my love."

Surprised, Rias blinked.

After all the rejections in the past, he could tell she had not expected him to say yes. Then, though, a slow, bright smile appeared on her lips. She became as bright as the sun in the morning.

A bright smile blossomed on her face, and her cheeks flushed. "Really?

Leon chuckled quietly as he saw her smile. "It is true."

With her arms extended, she ran in his direction. Her eyes were brimming with excitement and pure joy. As she ran, Leon could not help but notice how her nipples' outline lightly pressed against his chest and how her breasts bounced beneath the thin fabric. His throat became parched once more.

Then she gave him a tight embrace.

Soft. cozy. Entice.

He felt her heart pounding as her body pressed close to his, or was that his?

To get control back, he coughed lightly. "All right, my love. Let us climb into bed.

She chuckled. "All right, Daddy,"

They clambered into the spacious bed together. Lying on his side, Leon took care to maintain a steady breathing pattern.

Rias pressed close, curling into him. Quite near. She instantly curved into him, her thigh hanging over his like a silken ribbon as her gentle curves molded flawlessly against his side.

Next—

Her rear end moved.

Gradually. teasingly. grinding with featherlight pressure as it pressed deeper into his hip.

Leon became rigid.

figuratively.

Her silk nightgown was ridden up, revealing her bare ass's curve and the creamy tops of her thighs. Her skin's warmth seeped into him and encircled his senses like a drug. He could smell her breath on his neck and the sweet, flowery scent of her skin filled his nostrils.

His mouth clenched.

She was so cozy.

Very tender.

And so very nearly rousing the beast within him.

She whispered, "Daddy," her voice trembling and vulnerable but with a hint of something darker—more needy.

"Yes?" he asked, suppressing the thunder in his chest with a strained voice.

She pressed closer, her lips grazing his neck, whispering, "Can I sleep like this?" "It feels secure."

The lump that rose in Leon's throat was swallowed. "Yes. such as this.

However, she continued.

Once more, her hips moved. Slower this time. More intentional. Twice she rolled her hips as if she was unsure of what she was doing, pressing her ass against his dick.

She was aware, though.

Leon could sense it, too.

The heat was felt. The stress.

Under her words, there was a simmering need.

Trapped beneath her hips, his dick throbbed with painful pressure. It pressed into her tender skin, straining against the material of his trousers.

When she felt it, she let out a little gasp.

but did not retreat.

She pushed, if anything.

Her shape against his was warm, inviting, and soft. He felt his heart race. His body was scorched.

He then instantly activated Touch of Charm.

Her body trembled against his as soon as it turned on. She gasped for air.

Her hips twitched as she whimpered, "A-ah…" "My body feels weird."

Pulling her tighter, Leon put an arm around her waist. Under his palm, her skin was smooth and shaky, like heated velvet.

His mouth touched her ear as he leaned closer. "Do you even know what you are doing, Rias?"

She shook. "I just wanted to be near you." I really do love you.

With his lips moving down her neck, he whispered, "But you are pressing against me like that." "Rias, you are no longer a young girl."

She sighed, "I know." "I do not want to be with you."

He felt his spine tingle from her words.

He stopped. Just a little while.

He felt his heart pounding in his chest. Somehow, this girl made him feel like a teenage boy again, in spite of his experience and his previous life. Uneasy. Nervous. Desiring... everything.

He did not display it, though.

No, he couldn't.

Now he was her "Daddy," her anchor.

In his hands, she was melting.

He moved his hand up her stomach slowly and purposefully. His touch caused her soft skin to twitch, her muscles fluttering as though they had never experienced a man's hand.

She gave a soft gasp.

and failed to prevent him.

The full weight of her breast was cupped by his hand as it reached her chest through the sheer silk.

It was hefty. cozy. Very genuine.

Already firm, her nipple pressed against the flimsy fabric like a desperate secret. He felt it react as he rubbed it with his thumb; it became tighter and more sensitive.

She whimpered, her voice brimming with need, "Nnnh~ Daddy…"

Gently, he pinched.

Her thighs tensed as she arched into him. Her breathing was shallow. Inaccurate.

"Are not you sensitive?" he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. "Your body tells me everything."

"I-I can not help myself. It feels way too good.

He slipped his hand underneath the gown and pushed it up even more. His fingers touched her exposed flesh.

And her groan was like music when he touched her nipple once more, skin on skin.

"D-Daddy, ahn~!"

In his arms, she contorted, her ass grinding straight into his sore dick. He moaned to himself as he squeezed her closer, losing control.

Her warmth and scent were overwhelming.

Leon's other hand moved downward, tracing the swell of her ass and gliding over the curve of her waist before moving down to her hips.

He squeezed his fingers lightly.

She gasped.

Now, she was writhing, her body aching for more. He was locked in place as her leg encircled his. She was hungry now, and her movements were no longer timid.

He kissed the back of her neck.

She groaned softly as she shivered.

Darkly, he whispered, "Your body is pleading with me." "Did you not wear underwear when you entered here?"

She remained silent.

She was not obliged to.

His hand slid down—between her thighs.

Heat.

Wet.

She was dripping as his fingers touched her folds. Her fluids were hot and slippery, clinging to him like honey.

He snarled, "Rias." "You are completely wet."

Her face was crimson. "I... I wanted to be touched by you."

Breathing heavily, Leon's chest rose and fell.

Slowly, he caressed her, tease her entrance, slid up to her aching bud, then slid down again, gently, lovingly parting her folds.

She shook violently.

She clutched the sheets.

"D-Daddy! I… I can't…!"

She let out a sob of pleasure in her voice. Her entire body stiffened.

Then— She appeared.

Her legs tightened. Her hips twitched.

She let out a gentle cry that was raw, broken, and lovely.

Her fluids filled his hand, soaking his fingers as they were warm and slippery. He did not stop. He continued to stroke, but more slowly now, allowing her to finish the wave.

He held her when she fell against him, shivering and out of breath.

He brushed her hair out of her face and whispered, "Sweetheart." "You came so hard—just from my fingers."

Lips parted, she whimpered against his chest. "I have been wanting this for a very long time."

He looked at her, flushed, sweaty, lips quivering, body glowing from the inside out.

Red and crazed with desire, her eyes flitted open. Slowly, her lips moved closer to his as she leaned up.

However, he raised a finger and lightly pressed it to her lips before she could kiss him.

"Not tonight."

She widened her eyes. "However, why?"

Even though his heart was still racing, Leon grinned. Her essence soaked into his hand. He yearned for more.

"You are not ready," he said in a whisper. I want it all the next time.

She gave a cute little pout. "Meanie…"

His laugh was low. "I will be grateful to you later."

She nestled into his chest once more, but something was different this time.

She completely hung her leg over his hip. His hand lingered between her thighs, cradling her warm, dripping body. As if she could not bear to let go of him, her own hand gripped his wrist and held him there.

Half-naked and shaky, she pressed her cheek to his heart and gave him a tight hug. With a satisfied sigh, she buried herself in his chest. "Hmph. I am staying put. I am still asleep here, then.

"Well," he inhaled into her hair. "Because I will not let you leave just yet."

After that, they dozed off.

entangled.

She put her thigh over his.

Between her legs, his hand cupped.

And beneath their skin, desire blazes like embers. He glanced down at the girl in his arms, whose breathing had become steady and gentle.

He whispered, "Get some rest, sweet heart. Today was only the beginning."

Tangled in temptation, bound by unspoken desires, they fell asleep together.