Lust System: Architect of Ruin

Chapter 7: Bloodlust

Name: Yasha Valemont

Race: Demi-God

Class: Not Available

Age: 19

Level: 1 > 3

[STATUS]

Strength: S < E

Agility: SS < E

Endurance: A+ < D

Intelligence: S

Perception: SS < C

Charm: B < D

Luck: D < D-

[NOTE]: Host is presently still weakened and only able to use 3% of original power in normal situations and 20% of original power when aroused. Completing quests and capturing slaves increases level and permanently reduces this weakness limitation.

"Damn, no wonder I felt extremely weak once more after that massive outburst of strength yesterday." Yasha thought, his hands scanning the glowing system interface floating in front of him.

"What's that, Master?" Stella questioned. She was kneeling between his thighs, her hands wrapped around his dick with her tongue slowly tracing around the tip. The cold-blooded look in her eyes was now absent, replaced completely by lust and adoration.

"It's nothing, just keep sucking." Yasha reached down, his fingers burying deep into the back of her hair as he pushed her head down. His dick slid smoothly down into her warm, moist, and tight throat.

"Yes… yes… yes… less talking and more sucking, bitch." His hands relaxed as Stella moved her head faster, her fingers slowly stroking his balls at the same time.

"Mghh…" Stella swallowed him deep, her eyes rolling back as his dick rammed through her throat.

"Yeah… just like that. Less talking, more sucking, bitch." Yasha relaxed back into his desk chair, his fingers clenched tightly together on the desk, with a small smirk curling on his lips. Stella slowly adjusted her rhythm to the movement of his hips. Her hands freely wrapped around his balls, slowly stroking them, keeping them hard and solid.

Knock knock knock

"Young Master, it's me, Lucas," a calm, imposing voice boomed from the hallway. "I heard from the maids that you had a severe seizure yesterday. If you don't mind, I'll be coming in."

The man didn't even wait for a reply. The golden doorknob turned without a hint of hesitation.

The brass door swung wide open, with Lucas stepping forward into the private chambers. A long silver sword hung loosely at his hip. The black leather long vest clinked against the door, giving off an oppressive aura, with a face that held no smile.

A large scar ran from his forehead to the tip of his jaw, narrowly missing his left eye.

"Did I say you could enter?" Yasha's enraged voice sliced through the silent room. He was seated at his office desk, situated directly opposite the entrance. His eyes locked onto Lucas with a cold gaze.

Lucas blinked, caught off guard. "Young Master... what do you mean?"

"Get out. Knock, and wait until I give you my approval to enter." Yasha pointed his finger toward the open doorway. His gaze gave off a hint of bloodlust unlike anything Lucas had ever sensed from him.

Lucas narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening on the hilt of his silver sword.

"Young Master, I think you are enraged for no reason at all... this is likely just a lingering side effect of your seizures." He slowly began walking forward, dismissing Yasha's initial warning. Each boot dragged across the floor as though trying to challenge him.

Boom!

An invisible heavy weight came crashing down onto the back of Lucas' neck, slamming his face against the cold ceramic floor. The impact was hard enough to bruise his forehead.

"Didn't I tell you to get out and knock?"

A dense, blood-coated aura began slowly rising from Yasha's eyes. He looked down at Lucas with indifference, like he was an insignificant roach before him. "Do what I say. If you don't, your head might go flying off next."

Lucas clenched his fists in anger, blood slowly seeping from his nostrils. His heart raged without stopping. The feeling he had only felt on the battlefield seeped through once more—fear. The feeling of standing before an absolute predator.

He slowly pushed himself up from the ceramic tiles and retreated out of the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

A moment later, a hesitant vibration rattled the door.

Knock. Knock.

"Young Master... it's me, Lucas," his voice came through the door. The arrogance that was once present was absent this time. "May I enter?"

Yasha leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with his hands slowly tracing the lips of Stella, still below him. A slight smirk curled on his lips.

"No. You just have to wait there until I say otherwise."

"Now, where were we, Stella…? Oh, yes."

Yasha pulled down on the back of her neck once more, driving his rock-hard dick deep into her throat. Stella's eyes immediately watered, her grip tightened against his thighs.

His hips moved relentlessly, slamming deeper into her throat with pace, the wet gagging sounds of her choking echoing through the room.

"Anyways, Stella…" Yasha murmured, finally easing his tight grip on her hair. She lifted her head slowly, catching her breath, but before long began licking the tip of his dick again. Her fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking it at the same time.

"Ahhh… yes… just like that," Yasha exhaled, leaning back further against the chair.

"I wanted to ask… who exactly ordered you to come kill me? Like, seriously… I don't think any of my pathetic brothers would have the balls to do it themselves. So, who?"

"Ahh, young master…" Stella tried to speak, but her words were completely muffled as she choked on his dick.

"Okay, relax, relax… speak clearly." Yasha yanked at her hair, pulling her face away from his dick so she could breathe.

"Oh… sorry, I'm sorry, Young Master," Stella gasped, soft spit leaking from the corner of her lips. "I said… the Local Lord sent me on this mission. If he manages to eliminate you, he will be able to seize total control over Isain City, especially with your ban on the trade monopoly, which directly threatens his interests, especially since the Lord has deep, close relations with the Merchant Association."

"Oh? So that fat pig wants me dead," Yasha laughed out loud, a dark, menacing sound echoing through the room. His gaze sharpened as extreme bloodlust surged out.

"I think it's about time I call for a private meeting with my dear Edward after this… but until then, keep sucking, bitch."

Stella didn't hesitate. She immediately drove his full length deep back down her throat.

"Looks like events keep popping up the moment I wake up," Yasha thought to himself, a cruel smile stretching across his face as the system interface glowed before him. "Things are about to get very interesting, very fast."