a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 9: Forced To Rush*

Iris POV-------------------------------------------

A small smile crept across my face, perverse and filled with glee. I'd have him, deep, deep inside my—

Luke's voice pulled me back. "Iris? You spaced out."

I blinked, catching his curious gaze. "Just thinking," I said lightly. "How about you? How'd your meeting with the light goddess go?" He asked, a curious look in her eye.

I tried to deflect. "Oh, you know," I said breezily. "Same as always."

That wasn't a lie. The light goddess still hadn't told me her side of the deal. All she said today was to "prepare," leaving me as frustrated as ever. Gods were strange like that, never giving straight answers.

Luke frowned, sensing my reluctance. "What does she look like?"

I shook my head, amused by his curiosity. "I haven't seen her."

His brow furrowed in confusion. "How do you meet with someone you can't see?"

"She talks through a hole in the roof of an old church," I laughed softly at his bewildered expression.

We walked in silence for a bit, our footsteps echoing off the cobblestones.

We reached our place, the old apartment creaking as we stepped inside. I slipped off my witch garb, tossing the cloak into a corner. Luke gave me a quick glance, one that made my heart hum with anticipation.

I paused, considering my next move. What was the best way to make him mine without scaring him off? I had to be careful not to push too hard too quickly. My thoughts swirled with possibilities.

I could let him think it was his idea. Luke was timid but curious; if I played things right, he might make the first move. Maybe I'd pretend to be asleep and let him wander into my bed, where he'd explore my body with hesitant fingers until I woke up in his arms.

No, he would never touch me without my explicit consent.

Or I could take charge. Surprise him by slipping into his room at night, wearing nothing. The look on his face would be priceless when he saw me, sprawled out on his bed, inviting him to touch me. He'd blush furiously at first, but I'd coax him closer until his hands were all over me.

No, too forward.

We could even play a game—a harmless challenge that ended with him stripping off my clothes piece by piece. He was competitive enough to take the bait, to see it through until there was nothing left to hide.

Hmm. That's not a bad idea.

A game would be perfect, playful enough to lure him in without scaring him away. The thought thrilled me, and I turned to Luke, my eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. "Want to do something fun?"

He looked intrigued but wary. "Like what?"

I leaned closer, making sure he caught the teasing note in my voice. "Remember that game we played last month? Loser has to do whatever the winner says?"

Luke hesitated, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. "Uh, yeah. You made me buy ice cream at midnight."

I laughed, remembering the way he'd grumbled the whole way there. "Want a rematch?"

He eyed me suspiciously. "What's the catch?"

"No catch!" I promised, grinning wickedly. "But this time, if I win... you have to strip me completely."

His cheeks turned bright red, and he stammered, "W-what? No way!"

I leaned back, pretending to be disappointed. "It's just a game," I said with a small pout.

Luke fidgeted, clearly conflicted. "But... what if you lose?"

I shrugged, flashing him a playful smile. "Then you can have me do anything you want."

He looked bewildered, his mind struggling to comprehend the offer. I could see him weighing the possibilities, the temptation gnawing at his hesitations.

"It's really no big deal," I added casually, hoping to ease his nerves. "Unless you're too scared to play."

His pride flared at that, just as I'd hoped. "I'm not scared!" he insisted, though the color still hadn't left his face.

I could tell he was close to caving, so I pushed a little more. "Then prove it," I challenged lightly.

Luke hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "Iris, I don't understand what this is for you."

I met his eyes, amused by how seriously he was taking it. "It's fun," I said honestly. "And it's funny how flustered you get when I'm naked."

His face turned an even deeper shade of red, and I giggled at his reaction. "You've seen me naked anyway," I teased. "It's a win-win for you."

He looked away, clearly embarrassed but intrigued. "Fine," he sighed, pretending to be reluctant.

"Yes!" I cheered, seeing a glint of something else in his eye—a hint of expectation that made my body turn hot at the thought of his gaze traveling over my bare skin.

"So how's this going to work?" Luke asked, trying to maintain a casual tone.

I pounced on the chance to set the terms. "Let's keep it simple. Best of three in whatever game you want."

Luke paused, a contemplative look crossing his face, before giving a nod. "Old earth?" he asked with curiosity.

I couldn't help but smile, knowing that such a proposition was irresistible to him. "Deal," I replied with a smooth confidence.

Oh, you sweet, sweet child. A fox never plays by the rules, hehehe. Luke is an absolute god at games, and if I didn't resort to a little trickery, he'd undoubtedly defeat me every single time.

But I have magic on my side.

His expression brightened slightly, a glow of comfort settling over him now that he felt he was back on familiar territory. We made ourselves comfortable on the floor, and Luke took the controller in his hands, fingers poised with anticipation. He powered on the console, the gentle hum of technology filling the room, and navigated through the menus to boot up the game.

It was a straightforward fighting game, entirely based on historical figures from old earth—a time before demons roamed and the era of magical races began to unfold. The game, rooted in such an ancient period, predominantly featured human characters, an attempt to mirror the dominance they wielded nearly a millennium ago.

For Luke, the game was like a vivid power fantasy. Perhaps that's why he became so absorbed, passionately memorizing the intricate combos for each and every character, as if each sequence held a key to his the past.

He selected his character with swift precision—Alexander, a legendary conqueror who wreaked havoc with his dual-wielded swords. I feigned indecisiveness, scrolling through the options slowly, savoring the way Luke's impatience flickered across his face. Finally, I settled on Cleopatra, whose agility made her a slippery opponent.

The match began with a burst of color and sound. Luke's fingers moved like lightning across the buttons, orchestrating a relentless assault that had my Cleopatra staggering under the pressure of Alexander's powerful strikes. I couldn't help but admire his skill as he unleashed a combination attack that sent my character flying across the screen.

"You've been practicing," I said, my voice tinged with admiration—and a hint of mischief.

"Maybe a little," he replied with mock modesty, his eyes never leaving the screen as he executed another combo with ruthless accuracy.

I let him play the first round without interference, just to lull him into his comfort zone. His Alexander went full berserker, and I watched as my Cleopatra crumbled under the onslaught. Luke's victory was swift and decisive; he grinned triumphantly as the game declared him the winner of round one.

"Okay, okay," I said, pretending to sound defeated. "Best of three, I'll win the next two anyway"

His grin widened, and he laughed. "Yeah right"

Perfect.

As the second round began, I discretely whispered an incantation under my breath, feeling a tingle of magic ripple through me and into the console. The tiniest hint of smoke curled up from beneath my controller, unnoticed by Luke who was deep in his conquest mode. This little spell would introduce a delightful lag to his controls—nothing too obvious, just enough to tip the scales.

"Whoa, did you forget how to play?" I teased, dashing in to land another combo.

He scowled, mashing the buttons harder in frustration. "Something's wrong," he muttered.

But it was too late—the round ended with my surge of attacks, Cleopatra standing victorious over a defeated Alexander. I beamed at him, trying not to gloat too much. "Told you I'd win this one."

His eyes narrowed at the screen, determination etched into his face. "Just warming up," he said, though doubt edged his voice.

We launched into the final round. This time, I didn't hold back at all, channeling even more magic through the console. Luke struggled against the creeping lag, his character flailing helplessly as if in slow motion.

"C'mon, Luke!" I taunted, launching into a nimble roll that evaded his sluggish attacks. Each strike I landed seemed to drain more of his confidence, and a pang of guilt almost made me go easy on him. Almost.

With one final combo, I closed out the round decisively. The game flashed my victory in bold letters on the screen, and I flashed him a triumphant grin.

Luke sat there, stunned. A doubt-filled silence hung between us before he spoke up. "Did you—did you cheat?" His voice was hesitant, caught between disbelief and suspicion.

I met his gaze with an innocent expression, feigning confusion. "Cheat? Me? Luke, you just lost fair and square."

He hesitated, clearly unsure. "But my controls..."

"Right," I interrupted lightly, waving off his concerns with nonchalance.

"...seemed fine to me," I said with a shrug. "That means you have to do whatever I want now."

He blinked, still processing the turn of events. For a moment, I thought he might protest, but then he let out a resigned sigh and nodded.

I watched him swallow hard, his earlier confidence wavering now that the stakes were real again.

I stood up, my eyes sparkling with anticipation, and practically skipped to the couch. Sinking into it, I struck a pose that left little to the imagination.

"Come on," I said, giving him a sultry look.

Luke stayed where he was, caught between desire and doubt. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I tilted my head playfully. "A deal's a deal," I reminded him, eager to close the gap between us

He hesitated, cheeks still flaming as he struggled with his reluctance. When he didn't move right away, I clicked my tongue in mock impatience and stood up again, walking over to where he sat.

I pushed him back against the couch straddling his lap, my tail curling around him in a snug embrace. The heat of his body sent a shiver through me as I pressed against him, his eyes wide and uncertain beneath me.

"You know what to do," I said with a teasing lilt.

His hands hovered awkwardly at my sides, the blush on his cheeks spreading down his neck. "What if you're just messing with me?" he asked, voice shaky.

I grinned, tracing a finger along his jaw. "Scared to find out?"

He stayed frozen for a moment, and for a second I thought he might back out. But then I shifted against him, letting out a small gasp as our bodies connected more fully. He seemed to snap at that.

His hands moved tentatively at first, brushing over my skin so softly it drove me mad. My breath hitched as he traced the edge of my shirt, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to graze my bare skin. I leaned into his touch, wanting more, and he seemed to gain confidence from the way my body responded.

He pulled the shirt up slowly, a teasing inch at a time, and the anticipation made me shiver. My senses were on fire, every nerve tingling as the cool air met each newly exposed part of me. I raised my arms to help him take it off, letting it fall away as I pressed against him again.

Luke's eyes were wide and fascinated, his gaze traveling over me with an intensity that made me squirm. He was still blushing but more focused now, his hesitation melting away as he explored me further.

I tugged at his hands with a needy whimper, guiding them lower.

His fingers brushed my waistband, and I was sure he could feel the way my pulse raced. He hesitated, teasing me with the promise of more as he looked up and caught my eye. The hunger in his gaze sent a jolt through me, and I let out an impatient whine, urging him on.

With a shaky breath, he unbuttoned my jeans, taking his time as if savoring each second. The slow slide of denim against my skin was delicious torture, and I wriggled out of them desperately, needing him to touch me again.

I had expected this to be fun, maybe a little thrilling, but I hadn't counted on feeling so utterly undone by his touch. Each feather-light caress left me burning with need, and I could hardly think straight as he took me in.

"Luke," I gasped, the plea unbidden as his hands lingered over the last bit of fabric.

Fuck. I'm losing it. Focus iris, you're in control right now. C'mon, don't lose yourself.

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His fingers slipped under the last bit of fabric, and I let out a shuddering breath as he eased it down over my hips. I was in nothing but my bra and panties now, and the cool air made me gasp as it met the heat of my skin.

Luke held my gaze, his eyes dark with wonder and want. "You're incredible," he confessed, like he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing, like he had been wanting to say that for so long.

His words flooded me with warmth, and I almost lost myself to the urge to take him right there. Focus, Iris. Keep it together. You're in control—I tried to tell myself, but the way his hands moved made me tremble, wanting more than just teasing touches.

He reached around me, fingers grazing my bare back, and I arched into him with a strangled moan. The clasp of my bra came undone, and his eyes were locked on me as he pulled it away. I felt exposed and powerful all at once.

Luke's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes wide with awe as the bra slipped away. My breasts were more than a handful for him, round and firm with pink nipples that stood out against my pale skin. I could feel the cool air brushing against them, making them harden even more as he watched them sway and bounce gently with every breath I took.

He reached up, almost reverently, tracing the soft curve of my breast with trembling fingers. The touch sent a shockwave through me, and I bit back a moan as he circled my nipple, feeling the texture change beneath his fingertips before rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

I squirmed on his lap, the friction making me gasp as my body pressed needily into him. Luke seemed mesmerized by the way I moved, his fingers trailing down my stomach to hook under the waistband of my panties. He looked up at me one last time, uncertain.

I gave a breathless nod, and Luke's uncertainty vanished as he focused on the last piece of clothing between us. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband, and I arched my back, feeling the heat of his hands along my skin as he eased the fabric down.

The panties slid over my thighs, wet and clinging to me until they finally fell away. I was completely bare before him now, spread open and exposed.

I could see the surprise on his face as he took in just how soaked I was; my slickness glistened in the dim light, dripping from my swollen lips and sticking onto his pants. The pink folds of my pussy were flushed and inviting, parted slightly from how turned on I was, opening like a flower blooming just for him.

This—this is all yours. I'm yours, please, please fuck me, please, please. I beg you.

That's what I wanted to say, but the words couldn't come out of my mouth, too scared he would be turned away.

Then I felt it: the unmistakable sensation of something growing beneath me, pressing hard against my slick heat through his jeans. The realization made me shiver, and an electric silence took over for a few seconds.

"Alright. There you go, you got what you wanted" he said, his breath restrained.

I stayed quiet, breathing hard as I tried to find the words. His hands moved to push me away gently, but I refused to let him go, pressing onto him with a desperate whimper.

My pussy lips opened further and I took in the rough shape of his head, still hidden inside his pants and actively growing in size.

So big... I need it.

"Please," I begged, raw need in my voice. "Touch me."

He swallowed hard, his expression torn. "I won't," he said softly.

But I didn't care; I took his hand and guided it to my aching breast, pressing it firmly against me. The contact sent a jolt through my body, and I gasped at the feeling of his palm on my skin.

I hadn't planned on going this far. I'd thought teasing him would be enough—but I'd failed to consider something.

I failed to consider how badly I needed him, how every touch felt like an orgasm, every breath like heaven. My pussy juice was soaking through his pants and it didn't matter; nothing mattered except the way he made me feel.

Luke watched, entranced, as I lost myself to his touch. His hesitance slipped away in the face of my need, and he squeezed my breast, thumb brushing against my nipple until I cried out.