'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 10: The Assassin’s Surrender

Chapter 10: The Assassin’s Surrender

"Wait," Lyra said as they reached his bedroom door. "Can we... not start immediately?"

Draven paused. "Of course. What do you need?"

"I’m starving. Nerves killed my appetite all day but now..." She laughed shakily. "Now I’m really hungry."

"Kitchen raid?"

"Please."

They went downstairs. The manor was quiet—servants dismissed for the evening, family members in their wings. Just the two of them.

In the kitchen, Draven found bread, cheese, cold chicken, wine. Simple but good.

They sat at the small staff table. Not the formal dining room. Intimate. Casual.

Lyra ate like she’d been starving. Three pieces of chicken. Half the bread.

"Sorry," she mumbled between bites. "I’m being unladylike."

"You’re being yourself. I like it."

She smiled. Relaxed slightly. "This is nice. Normal. I was so worked up about... later... that I forgot we could just exist together."

"We have all night. No rush."

Lyra sipped wine. Studied him over the rim. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why me? You have the Ice Princess. A professor. Your own mother." She set the glass down. "I’m an assassin. I’ve killed people. My hands are stained. Why would you want someone like me?"

Heavy question.

Draven leaned forward. "Because you’re honest about what you are. Seraphina hides behind ice. Astrid hides behind authority. Even my mother hides behind propriety." He took her hand. Small. Calloused from weapon training. "You don’t hide. You told me straight up what you’ve done. Who you are. That’s rare. And valuable."

"I’m damaged goods."

"We’re all damaged. I died in another world. Woke up in a villain’s body. Had to rebuild myself from nothing." He squeezed her hand. "Damaged doesn’t mean worthless."

Tears formed in her violet eyes. "I’m going to ruin my makeup if you keep saying nice things."

"Don’t wear makeup then."

She laughed. Wiped her eyes. "Too late for that."

"Can I confess something embarrassing?" Lyra asked.

"Please."

"I’ve been practicing."

"Practicing?"

Her face went crimson. "With... myself. So I’d know what to expect. Positions. Movements. I even read a manual."

Draven tried not to laugh. Failed.

"Don’t LAUGH!" She threw bread at him. Missed.

"You read a MANUAL?!"

"YES! An illustrated one! From the restricted library section!" She buried her face in her hands. "This is mortifying."9

"That’s adorable."

"It’s PATHETIC. I’m an assassin. I’ve killed trained soldiers. But sex terrifies me more than combat."

"Sex is vulnerable. Combat you can control. This requires trust."

"Exactly." She peeked through her fingers. "Do you think I’m weird?"

"I think you’re amazing for being honest."

"You’re just saying that."

"I’m really not." Draven stood. Walked around the table. Pulled her up. "Dance with me."

"What? Here? Now? There’s no music!"

"Don’t need it."

He pulled her close. One hand on her waist. Other holding hers. Started swaying. Slow. Gentle.

Lyra was stiff at first. Then relaxed. Let him lead.

"This is random," she murmured against his chest.

"Building comfort. You’re too tense."

"Can you blame me?"

"No. That’s why we’re dancing."

They swayed in silence. Her body gradually melting against his. Trusting.

"Thank you," Lyra whispered.

"For what?"

"For being patient. For not just... pouncing."

"I’m a villain, not an animal."

She giggled. "The System would disagree."

[System]: "HEY! I resemble that remark!"

Both laughed.

"Tell me about your first kill," Draven said. "If you’re comfortable."

Lyra tensed. Then sighed. "You really want to know?"

"Only if you want to share."

She pulled back slightly. Looked at him. "I was twelve. Father sent me on a mission. Test of my training." Her eyes went distant. "Target was a corrupt merchant. Sold children to slave rings. Deserved death."

Draven listened. Didn’t interrupt.

"I followed him for three days. Learned his patterns. He visited a brothel every Tuesday. Paid for a private room. Guards stayed outside." She paused. "I snuck in through the window. He was with a girl. Young. Scared."

Her hands clenched. "I told myself it was mercy. That killing him would save others. But when I put the blade in his throat..." She touched her neck. "The sound. The blood. The way his eyes looked at me. Pleading. Then empty."

"Did it get easier?"

"No. It got different. I learned to compartmentalize. Turn off emotion. Do the job. Survive." Lyra met his eyes. "But with you, I can’t turn off. Can’t be numb. You make me FEEL. And that’s terrifying."

Draven pulled her close again. "You don’t have to be the assassin with me. Just be Lyra."

"I don’t know who that is."

"Then we’ll figure it out together."

She hugged him tight. "Promise?"

"Promise."

[QUEST UNLOCKED: "Heal the Broken Assassin"]

[Objective: Show Lyra she’s more than a killer]

[Reward: Unique Skill, Lyra’s Complete Loyalty]

[Time Limit: None - This is a journey]

They returned to his room.

Lyra looked around. "It’s cleaner than I expected."

"What did you expect? Skulls and evil tomes?"

"Maybe."

"Those are in the basement."

She punched his arm. "Not funny."

"Little funny."

Lyra walked to his window. Looked out at the garden. Moonlight made her black hair shimmer.

"I’m still nervous," she admitted.

"That’s okay."

"Will it hurt? The manual said—"

"Probably a little. At first. But I’ll go slow. Make it good for you."

She turned. "How many virgins have you deflowered?"

"Counting you? Two. Seraphina was first."

"Did she cry?"

"No. She came four times though."

Lyra’s eyes widened. "FOUR?!"

"I’m very thorough."

"Oh god. I’m going to be compared to the Ice Princess. Great. No pressure."

"Not a competition."

"Everything’s a competition when you have a harem."

Fair point.

Draven approached her. Slowly. Giving her space to retreat.

She didn’t.

He cupped her face. "We can stop anytime. Just say the word."

"I don’t want to stop. I’m just scared."

"Of pain?"

"Of disappointing you."

"Impossible."

"You don’t know that."

"Yes I do. Because you being here, trusting me with this, is already more than I deserve."

Lyra kissed him. Quick. Nervous.

When she pulled back: "Okay. I’m ready. Let’s do this before I chicken out."

Draven kissed her again. Slower this time. Deeper.

His hands stayed on her face. Non-threatening. Gentle.

Lyra’s hands found his chest. Gripped his shirt. Holding on.

The kiss lasted minutes. Just lips. Tongues. Breathing each other.

When they broke apart, Lyra was flushed. "That was... nice."

"Just nice?"

"Really nice."

"Better."

His hands slid down. To her shoulders. Felt tension there.

"Relax," he murmured.

"Trying."

He massaged. Gentle circles. Working the knots.

"Mmm..." Lyra’s head tilted. "That feels good."

"That’s the idea."

His hands moved lower. Down her back. Over her waist. Not grabbing. Just touching. Learning her body.

Lyra shivered. "Your hands are warm."

"Yours are cold."

"Nervous."

He took her hands. Brought them to his lips. Kissed each palm. Soft.

She watched. Eyes wide. Vulnerable.

"Beautiful," Draven said.

"I’m too skinny. Too small. Not like—"

He kissed her. Shut up the comparison.

When he pulled back: "You’re perfect as you are."

"Liar."

"Truth."

His hands found the ties of her dress. Black. Simple. Easy to remove.

"May I?" he asked.

Lyra nodded. Unable to speak.

He untied the first knot. Slow. Deliberate. Giving her time to process.

Second knot. Third.

The dress loosened. Slipped off her shoulders.

Lyra caught it. Held it against her chest. "Wait."

"Okay."

"I... I’m not wearing anything underneath."

"That’s fine."

"I didn’t know if I should wear undergarments or—I wasn’t sure—the manual didn’t specify—"

Draven laughed. Soft. "The manual didn’t specify undergarments?"

"It’s not FUNNY!"

"It’s a little funny."

She glared. But smiled. "I’m a mess."

"You’re adorable."

"Stop saying nice things. It makes me want to cry."

"Then cry."

"I’m trying to be sexy!"

"You are sexy. Even while panicking about underwear."

Lyra laughed. The tension broke.

She let the dress fall. Swoosh.

Stood before him. Naked. Small frame. Pale skin. Petite breasts. Narrow hips.

Different from his other women. More delicate. Fragile.

But perfect.

"Don’t stare," Lyra whispered.

"Can’t help it."

"I’m too small. Not enough curves. Not—"

He kissed her. Deep. Consuming.

His hands explored. Traced her ribs. Her waist. The curve of her hip.

Lyra gasped into his mouth. "Ahh..."

He picked her up. She yelped. Lightweight. Carried her to the bed.

Laid her down gently.

"Your turn," Lyra said. Voice shaky.

Draven stripped. Shirt. Pants. Everything.

His cock stood proud. Hard. Ready.

Lyra stared. "It’s... big."

"Compared to you, everything is big."

"Not helping!"

"Want me to stop?"

"NO! I mean... no. Keep going. Please."

He climbed onto the bed. Positioned himself beside her. Not on top. Less intimidating.

His hand traced her stomach. Soft. Felt her muscles jump under his touch.

"Ticklish?" he asked.

"Very."

His hand went higher. Cupped her breast. Small. Fit perfectly in his palm.

"Ahh!" Lyra’s back arched slightly.

He squeezed gently. Thumb circling her nipple. Pink. Hardening.

"Sensitive?" Draven asked.

"Y-yes..."

He leaned down. Took her nipple into his mouth. Soft. Sucked gently.

"AHHH!" Lyra’s hands gripped the sheets. "That’s—oh god—"

Slurp. He sucked harder. Tongue flicking. Flick flick.

"Draven! I’m—it’s too much—nnn!"

He switched to the other breast. Same treatment. Sucking. Licking. Slurp slurp.

Lyra writhed. Small gasps and moans escaping. "Haaa... ahh... mmm..."

His hand slid lower. Over her stomach. To her thighs.

She tensed. "Wait—"

"Relax. Just touching."

His fingers traced her inner thigh. Soft skin. Slowly moving higher.

"Draven..."

"Tell me to stop if you want."

"Don’t... don’t stop..."

His fingers reached her pussy. Wet. Already soaked.

"You’re dripping," he noted.

"That’s—embarrassing—don’t say it out loud!"

"Why? It’s hot."

One finger slid between her folds. Slick. Exploring gently.

"Ahhh!" Lyra’s hips jerked.

"Easy. Just one finger."

He found her clit. Tiny. Circled it. Gentle.

"OH! RIGHT THERE!" Lyra’s voice pitched.

Circle. Circle. Press.

"Nnn! Ahh! Draven!"

He maintained the rhythm. His other hand still playing with her breast.

Dual stimulation.

"I’m—I feel weird—something’s building—" Lyra’s breathing quickened.

"Let it happen."

"I can’t—I’ve never—not with someone else—"

"Trust me."

Circle. Press. Circle.

"AHHH!" Lyra came. Hard.

Her small body shook. Pussy pulsing under his fingers. Spasm spasm.

First orgasm from another person.

She collapsed. Panting. "Haa... haa... that was..."

"Your first?"

"From someone else... yes..."

"Good girl."

[AROUSAL +15]

[Lyra: 80/100]

Draven moved lower. Positioned himself between her legs.

Lyra propped up on elbows. "What are you—"

He licked her pussy. Slow. Base to clit.

"FUCK!" Lyra’s head fell back.

Slurp. He licked again. Tasting her. Sweet. Tangy.

"That’s—you can’t—your mouth is—AHHH!"

His tongue found her clit. Flicked. Fast.

"TOO MUCH! I JUST CAME!"

He didn’t stop. Lick lick lick. Slurp.

"DRAVEN! I’M GONNA—AGAIN—ALREADY—"

Second orgasm. Stronger.

"AHHHN!" Her thighs clamped around his head. Spasm spasm spasm.

More wetness flooded. He drank it all. Slurp slurp.

When her trembling stopped, he pulled back.

Lyra was incoherent. "Can’t... feel... legs..."

"We haven’t even started the main event."

Her eyes widened. "There’s MORE?!"

"Much more."

Draven positioned himself over her. Missionary. Classic. Best for virgins.

His cock pressed against her entrance. Hot. Wet.

"Ready?" he asked.

Lyra looked up at him. Fear and trust warring in her eyes. "Will it hurt?"

"Probably. For a moment. Then it gets better."

"Okay. I trust you. Just... be gentle?"

"Always."

He pushed in. Slow. Just the tip.

"Ahh!" Lyra tensed.

"Breathe."

She took a shaky breath.

He pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Her virgin walls stretched. Tight. So fucking tight.

"Nnn... it’s... you’re too big..." Lyra whimpered.

"Halfway there."

"HALFWAY?! Oh god—"

He kept going. Slow. Steady. Not stopping.

Then resistance. Her hymen.

"This will hurt," Draven warned.

"Just do it fast—like a bandaid—"

He thrust. Sharp.

SNAP.

"AHHH!" Lyra cried out. Tears formed.

Draven held still. Buried completely. "Worst part’s over."

"It hurts..." She was crying. "It really hurts..."

"I know. Give it a minute."

He kissed her tears. Whispered soothing words. Let her body adjust.

Thirty seconds. Sixty.

The pain started fading. Replaced by pressure. Fullness.

"How do you feel now?" Draven asked.

"Full. Really full. Like you’re... in my stomach."

"Too much?"

"No. Different. Not bad. Just... intense."

"Can I move?"

"Slowly."

He pulled back. Inch. Pushed in. Slow.

"Ohh..." Lyra’s expression changed. "That’s... different."

Another thrust. Slow. Gentle.

"Mmm..."

Again. Building rhythm. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Squelch. Wet sounds. Mixed with blood from her broken hymen.

"Is it getting better?" Draven asked.

"Yes... oh yes..." Lyra’s hands gripped his shoulders. "Faster. You can go faster."

He increased pace. Thrust thrust thrust. Still gentle. But more purpose.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Her moans matched his rhythm.

"You’re so tight," Draven groaned.

"You’re so BIG! I feel—ahh!—so stretched!"

THRUST. THRUST. THRUST. Picking up speed.

SLAP. SLAP. Skin meeting skin. His hips hitting hers.

"OH GOD! DRAVEN!" Lyra’s small body shook with each impact.

"Does it hurt?"

"NO! FEELS GOOD! SO GOOD!"

He angled his hips. Changed position slightly.

THRUST.

"FUCK! RIGHT THERE!" Lyra screamed. "THAT SPOT! HIT THAT SPOT!"

He did. THRUST. THRUST. THRUST. Hitting her G-spot with each movement.

"I’M GONNA CUM! ALREADY! IS THAT NORMAL?!"

"Very!"

"DON’T STOP! PLEASE DON’T STOP!"

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. Harder now. The bed creaking. Creak creak.

"CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!" Lyra’s nails raked his back. Drawing blood.

Her pussy clamped down. Vice grip. Spasming around his cock.

"AHHHHHN!" Third orgasm. During penetration.

Draven kept thrusting. Fucking her through it.

"TOO SENSITIVE! I JUST—AHHH!" Fourth orgasm. Back to back.

Spasm spasm spasm. Her tiny body couldn’t handle it. Shaking violently.

"Please! I need—break—" Lyra gasped.

Draven pulled out. Schlorp.

Let her recover.

"Haa... haa... haa..." She panted. Completely wrecked. "That was... insane..."

"Want to stop?"

"NO! Just... need a second..."

Lyra sat up. Looked down. Blood and wetness stained the sheets. "Oh god. I ruined your bed."

"Don’t care."

"I’m BLEEDING on your expensive sheets!"

"They’re washable."

"This is so embarrassing!" She tried to get up. Fell back down. "I can’t stand!"

Draven laughed. "That’s the goal."

"Not FUNNY! My legs don’t work!"

"You came four times. Of course they don’t work."

She covered her face. "I’m pathetic. Seraphina probably didn’t fall apart like this."

"Seraphina had similar reactions."

"Really?"

"Really. You’re both human. Bodies react to pleasure."

"I’m a trained assassin. I should have better control."

"Over orgasms? Good luck with that."

Lyra laughed. Despite herself. "This is ridiculous."

"Sex usually is."

"The manual didn’t mention the falling apart part."

"Your manual was incomplete."

"Clearly."

[POSITION CHANGE - Continued Deflowering]

"Ready for round two?" Draven asked.

"There’s a round TWO?!"

"We’ve barely started."

"I’ve cum FOUR times!"

"And I haven’t cum once."

Lyra looked at his cock. Still hard. "That’s... unfair. How are you still hard?"

"Incubus bloodline. No refractory period."

"That’s CHEATING!"

"Want me to stop?"

"NO!" She paused. "I mean... if you haven’t finished... that’s not fair to you..."

"Then let’s continue."

He flipped her over. Onto her stomach.

"Wait—what position is this—the manual showed—"

He pulled her hips up. Ass in the air. Face down.

Doggy style.

"Oh. OH. This one." Lyra’s voice muffled by pillow.

Draven positioned himself. Entered from behind. Slam.

"AHHH! SO DEEP!" Lyra’s hands gripped the sheets.

This angle went deeper. His cock hitting her cervix.

"Too deep?!" Draven asked.

"NO! PERFECT! FUCK ME!"

He did.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. Brutal pace. His hips pounding her ass. SLAP SLAP SLAP.

"YES! HARDER! RUIN ME!" Lyra screamed into the pillow.

All pretense of virgin nervousness gone. She was lost to pleasure.

THRUST. THRUST. THRUST. The wet sounds obscene. Squelch squelch.

"I’M CUMMING AGAIN! FIFTH TIME! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!"

"LET IT HAPPEN!"

"AHHHHHN!" Fifth orgasm. Her pussy milking him. Spasm spasm.

Draven felt his own release building. Finally.

"I’m close," he warned.

"INSIDE! CUM INSIDE ME!" Lyra begged.

"You sure?!"

"YES! FILL ME UP! I WANT TO FEEL IT!"

Ten more thrusts. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

Then—

He came. Hard.

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. Deep inside her. Hot. Thick.

"AHHH! SO MUCH! I FEEL IT! IT’S SO HOT!" Lyra’s sixth orgasm. Triggered by feeling him cum.

They collapsed together. Both completely spent.

[QUEST COMPLETE: "Virgin Assassin Deflowered"]

[MASSIVE REWARDS!]

Achievements:

Successfully deflowered virgin heroine ✓

Made her cum SIX times ✓

Zero pain after initial penetration ✓

She BEGGED for more ✓

Creampie finish ✓

Rewards:

4,500 VP

Skill: [Shadow Affinity Lv.1] (Learned from intimate contact)

Lyra: HAREM MEMBER #4 CONFIRMED

Lyra Affection: 83 → 100/100 (MAX - COMPLETE DEVOTION)

Lyra Arousal: 80 → 100/100 (ADDICTED)

SPECIAL BONUS:

Title: [Virgin Collector]

All future virgin deflowerings grant +50% VP

[Current VP: 15,350]

[LEVEL UP!]

[B-Rank (High Stage) → B-Rank (Peak Stage)]

[One more rank and you hit A-Rank! Keep going!]

They lay tangled together. Sweaty. Exhausted. Satisfied.

Lyra was crying. Not sad tears. Happy ones.

"Why are you crying?" Draven asked softly.

"Because I’ve never felt this before. Wanted. Cared for. Safe." She looked at him. "I’ve spent my whole life being a weapon. A tool. But with you... I’m just Lyra."

"You’re not ’just’ anything. You’re everything."

She kissed him. Soft. Tender. "I love you."

The words hung in the air.

Draven blinked. That was fast.

[She’s a virgin who just had mind-blowing sex. Emotions are HIGH. This is normal. How you respond matters.]

"I care about you deeply," Draven said carefully. "We’ll see where this goes."

Lyra smiled. "That’s honest. I appreciate that. I’m probably just high on endorphins anyway."

"Probably."

"But I meant it. Even if it’s too soon to say."

"Then I accept it. And I’ll earn it properly."

She cuddled closer. "You already have."

They stayed like that. Holding each other. No more sex. Just connection.

"Thank you," Lyra whispered. "For being gentle. For making it good."

"Thank you for trusting me."

"I’d trust you with my life."

"And I’d protect yours with mine."

She fell asleep in his arms. Small. Vulnerable. His.

Draven held her. Watched her sleep. Felt the weight of responsibility.

Four women now. Four hearts in his hands.

He couldn’t fuck this up.

[Don’t worry, Host. With me guiding you, you’re basically unstoppable.]

Famous last words, Draven thought.

But tonight had been perfect.

Tomorrow’s problems could wait.

[END OF Chapter 10]