'I'm the Villain, But the System Made Me OP'-Chapter 4: The Ice Princess Melts

Chapter 4: The Ice Princess Melts

Friday morning arrived with complications.

Draven woke to urgent knocking.

"Young master! Young master, please wake up!"

Mira’s voice. Panicked.

He opened the door. The maid stood there, face flushed, wringing her hands.

"What’s wrong?"

"It’s... it’s Lady Elise. She’s asking for you. Immediately. In your father’s study." Mira’s eyes were wide. "She seemed... upset."

[Uh oh. Mom found something. This could be bad... or VERY interesting~]

Draven dressed quickly. Black shirt, dark pants. Presentable but not formal.

His mind raced. What could Elise have found? He’d been careful. The sessions with Astrid happened at the academy, not home. Unless...

Fuck.

The Seduction Cologne. He’d left the bottle on his dresser. And yesterday he’d come home smelling like sex and perfume despite cleaning up.

A-Rank senses. She would’ve noticed.

Draven walked to the study. Took a breath. Opened the door.

Elise stood by the window. Arms crossed. Her back to him.

The morning light made her silver-white hair glow. She wore a formal gown—deep blue, high collar. Lady of the house mode, not loving mother.

"Close the door," she said. Her voice was cold.

Draven closed it. Click.

They were alone. The duke was away on military business. Marcus was at the barracks. The servants knew better than to interrupt.

"Mother—"

"Don’t." She turned. Her blue eyes were hard. "Don’t ’Mother’ me right now."

She walked to the desk. Picked up a small vial.

The Seduction Cologne.

"I found this in your room. When I went to check on you this morning." She held it up. "Do you know what this is?"

"Cologne."

"Not just cologne. Enchanted cologne. Designed to increase charisma. To make people..." She paused. Composed herself. "...attracted to you."

Silence.

"And then there’s this." She pulled out a handkerchief. "I found it in your coat pocket yesterday. It smells like perfume. Expensive perfume. And something else." Her voice cracked. "It smells like... like sex, Draven."

[She knows. MOM KNOWS YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING. Abort? Double down? Choose wisely!]

Draven met her eyes. Didn’t look away. "Yes."

Elise’s breath hitched. "Yes? That’s all you have to say? Yes?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"An explanation! You’re eighteen! You’re supposed to be focusing on your studies, your cultivation, building your future. Not... not sneaking around with—" She stopped herself. "Who is she?"

[Careful. Don’t name Astrid. That’s a scandal waiting to happen.]

"Someone at the academy," Draven said carefully. "Someone willing. Someone who wanted it as much as I did."

"A student?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it matters! Your reputation—"

"My reputation was already garbage. Now it’s getting better. I’m B-Rank. Top of my combat class. Nobles who sneered at me last week are asking for my name now." Draven stepped closer. "One consensual relationship isn’t going to destroy that."

Elise stared at him. Her hands trembled. "You’ve changed so much. The old Draven would never... he was too nervous. Too awkward. But you..." She shook her head. "You seduce women like you’ve done it a hundred times."

Only twice. But who’s counting.

"Is that what bothers you?" Draven asked quietly. "That I’m sexually active? Or that I’m good at it?"

"I—" Elise’s face flushed. "That’s not—don’t twist my words."

"Then what’s really bothering you, Mother?"

She looked away. "I raised you. Took care of you. And now you’re... you’re becoming a man. With needs. And desires. And I have to accept that you’re not my little boy anymore."

Ah. There it was.

Fear of losing him. Jealousy disguised as maternal concern.

[Desire check: 30/100]

[She’s conflicted. Use this. Push the boundary~]

Draven closed the distance between them. Gently took the cologne from her hand. Set it on the desk.

"You’ll never lose me," he said. "No matter who I’m with. You’re irreplaceable."

"Am I?" Elise’s voice was barely a whisper. "Because it feels like you’re slipping away. First you change overnight. Then you’re stronger, smarter, different. Now you’re with another woman. Soon you’ll marry. Have children. And I’ll just be... the mother you visit on holidays."

Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Draven’s hands cupped her face. Thumbs wiping away tears. "Listen to me. I will never abandon you. Never."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

They stood close. Too close. His hands on her face. Her breath catching. The scent of her perfume—flowers and something sweet.

Elise’s eyes dropped to his lips. Just for a second.

Then she pulled back. "I... I need to go. I have matters to attend to."

She rushed past him. Out the door.

Left him standing there.

[Desire +5]

[Elise: 35/100]

[She almost kissed you. ALMOST. Her body wanted it. Her mind stopped her. Keep pushing~]

[Also, she now knows you’re sexually active. This changes the dynamic. She’ll be thinking about you... differently. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

Draven pocketed the cologne. Left the study.

Interesting development.

ACADEMY - AFTERNOON

Combat class. Sparring practice.

Professor Astrid stood at the arena’s edge, watching students pair off.

When Draven entered, her eyes found him immediately. A slight smile. A flush on her cheeks remembering last night.

[She can barely look at you without getting wet. Good job breaking her~]

"Today’s exercise," Astrid announced, "is live combat. Full contact. Enchanted barriers will prevent lethal damage, but pain is real. This simulates actual battlefield conditions."

She pulled out a list. "Pairings are random. First match: Draven Arclight versus Seraphina Valerius."

The hall went silent.

Then erupted in whispers.

"—the Ice Princess versus the dark horse—"

"—this is going to be good—"

"—B-Rank versus B-Rank—"

Draven looked across the arena. Seraphina stood, her expression unreadable.

But her eyes. They locked onto his with intensity that wasn’t just competitive.

[Arousal check: 25/100]

[She’s been thinking about you. The pheromones are working even when you’re apart. She’s fighting it, but losing~]

They walked to the arena center.

Faced each other. Ten feet apart.

"No holding back," Seraphina said. Her voice was cold. But her breathing was slightly elevated.

"Wouldn’t dream of it."

Professor Astrid raised her hand. "Begin!"

Seraphina moved first.

Ice exploded from her feet. CRACK! A frozen wave rushing toward him.

Draven used [Void Step]. Spatial shift. Appeared five feet left.

But Seraphina anticipated. She was already there. Her palm struck at his chest.

Fast.

Draven twisted. The blow glanced off his shoulder. Ice spread from the contact point. Freezing his jacket.

He channeled dark mana. [Void Palm Strike]. His hand met hers.

BOOM!

The collision sent shockwaves. Ice versus void. Both energies fighting for dominance.

They separated. Slid back.

"Not bad," Seraphina said. Her breath came faster. "But—"

Draven closed the distance. [Shadow Step]. Behind her.

She spun. But he was faster now. B-Rank speed plus Incubus enhancements.

His arm wrapped around her waist from behind. Pulled her against him.

"Gotcha," he whispered in her ear.

Seraphina froze. Not from magic. From proximity.

His chest pressed against her back. His breath on her neck. The scent of his pheromones enveloping her.

"Let... go..." Her voice trembled.

"Make me."

She tried to elbow him. Draven caught her arm. Spun her around. Now they faced each other. Inches apart.

Her ice-blue eyes were wide. Face flushed. Breathing ragged.

"You’re... too close," she managed.

"Then push me away."

She didn’t.

They stood like that. The arena forgotten. The watching students forgotten.

Just them.

Seraphina’s gaze dropped to his lips. "This isn’t... fair..."

"What isn’t?"

"The way you... smell. The way you make me feel. It’s not normal." Her hands pressed against his chest. Not pushing. Just... touching. "What did you do to me?" 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

[Arousal +15]

[Seraphina: 40/100]

[She’s breaking! One more push!]

"Nothing," Draven said softly. "You’re just finally admitting what you want."

"I don’t want—"

He leaned in. Lips almost brushing hers. "Liar."

Crack!

Ice exploded between them. Seraphina shoved him back with a burst of mana. Hard.

Draven slid across the arena floor. Skrrrt.

When he looked up, Seraphina was breathing hard. Her hands shaking. Her face crimson.

"Match over!" Professor Astrid called. Her voice carried amusement. "Winner: Arclight. Valerius was unable to continue combat."

Because she’d been too flustered to fight.

The students erupted in noise.

Seraphina turned and walked out of the arena. Fast. Almost running.

[AFFECTION +10]

[Seraphina: 45/100]

[AROUSAL +20]

[Seraphina: 60/100]

[She’s going to masturbate thinking about you tonight. GUARANTEED. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

Draven returned to his seat.

Astrid caught his eye. Mouthed: "My office. After class."

He nodded.

AFTER CLASS - HALLWAY

Draven walked toward the exit. Students parted for him now. Respect. Fear. Interest.

"Draven!"

He turned. Kai jogged up. The protagonist looked determined.

"Can we talk?" Kai asked.

"About?"

"About what you did. In combat class Monday. You defended me." Kai’s green eyes were serious. "Why?"

"Told you already. I don’t like bullies."

"But you used to be one. Everyone says so."

"People change."

"That fast?" Kai crossed his arms. "I’ve been thinking. About you. About how you suddenly became strong. It doesn’t add up."

[The protagonist is getting suspicious. Careful.]

"What are you implying?" Draven asked.

"I don’t know. But something’s different about you. And I’m going to figure out what." Kai’s expression hardened. "If you’re hiding something dangerous—"

"Then what? You’ll stop me? You’re D-Rank, Kai. I’m B-Rank. The gap is insurmountable."

"For now." Kai’s fists clenched. "But I’m getting stronger. Every day. And when I’m ready, if you turn out to be a threat..." He met Draven’s eyes. "I’ll take you down."

[Oh shit. The protagonist just declared you a potential enemy. This changes things.]

Draven smiled. "Looking forward to it."

He walked away. Left Kai standing there, frustrated and confused.

[Kai Status: Wary Rival]

[He doesn’t trust you anymore. Good. Let him chase. Let him struggle. Makes his eventual defeat more satisfying~]

PROFESSOR ASTRID’S OFFICE

Draven knocked. Entered.

Astrid sat at her desk. But the moment the door closed and the privacy barrier activated, she was on him.

"That display in class," she breathed, kissing his neck. "With Seraphina. You almost made me jealous."

"Almost?"

"The Harem Management Skill is working. I should be furious. Instead..." Her hand palmed his growing erection through his pants. "I’m turned on."

[The skill is CLUTCH. Without it, she’d be clawing your eyes out for flirting with another woman.]

"You like watching me seduce other women?" Draven asked.

"I like watching you dominate." Astrid bit his earlobe. Nip. "Especially when you come back to me after."

She dropped to her knees. Again. Apparently, this was her favorite position.

"I’ve been thinking about your cock all day," she purred. Unzipped his pants. "Let me worship it properly."

Slurp.

No preamble. She took him into her mouth immediately. Deep. Practiced.

"Fuck," Draven groaned.

Her tongue swirled. Slick slick slick. Her hand massaged his balls. Gentle. Skilled.

This time, she was showing off. Demonstrating mastery.

She pulled back. Pop. "You taste so good. I’m addicted."

[Literally. The Incubus bloodline makes partners crave you. She’s hooked.]

"Keep going," Draven ordered.

Astrid obeyed. Slurp slurp slurp. Her head bobbed. Fast. Enthusiastic. Spit dripped down her chin.

Draven’s hand tangled in her hair. Guided her rhythm.

Thrust. Into her mouth. She took it. Glk. Gagged but didn’t stop.

"That’s it. Good girl."

Mmph... She moaned around his cock. The vibration was incredible.

Five minutes. Ten. Draven’s stamina let him last as long as he wanted.

But watching Astrid worship him on her knees, desperate and eager, was too hot.

"I’m close."

She pulled back slightly. Pop. "In my mouth. I want to taste it."

He came. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Down her throat.

Astrid swallowed. Glk. Glk. Every drop. Then licked him clean. Slurp.

"Delicious," she purred.

[+300 VP]

[Astrid Affection: 75 → 80/100]

"We’re not done," Draven said.

He pulled her up. Bent her over the desk. Flipped her skirt up. Ripped her panties off. Rip.

"Ahh! Draven, wait—"

He thrust inside. Slam.

"FUCK!" Astrid’s hands gripped the desk edge. "No warning?!"

"You said you like when I dominate."

"I—ahhn!—I do! But—oh god—"

He fucked her hard. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. The desk shook. Papers scattered.

Slap slap slap slap. The sound of skin on skin.

"Yes! Harder! Fucking break me!" Astrid screamed.

Draven grabbed her hair. Pulled her head back. Arched her spine.

Changed the angle. Deeper.

"AHH! RIGHT THERE! DON’T STOP!"

He didn’t.

Thrust thrust thrust thrust. Relentless. The Incubus stamina made him tireless.

Astrid came first. "AHHHN!" Her pussy clenched. Spasm.

But Draven kept going.

She came again. "TOO MUCH! I CAN’T—AHHHH!"

And again. "PLEASE! I’M GONNA—FUCK!"

Three orgasms before he finally let himself finish.

Spurt. Inside her this time. Hot. Deep.

They collapsed. Both panting.

"Haa... haa... you’re... a monster..." Astrid gasped.

"You love it."

"I... I do..." She laughed. Exhausted. Satisfied. "God help me, I’m completely yours."

[+800 VP]

[Astrid: 80/100 Affection, 100/100 Desire]

[She’s FULLY devoted now. Will do anything for you.]

They cleaned up. Astrid could barely walk.

"Same time next week?" Draven asked.

"Every day if I could handle it," she said. "But yes. Next week. And Draven?"

"Yeah?"

"If you seduce Seraphina..." Astrid smiled. "Bring her here. I want to watch."

[THREESOME FLAG RAISED!]

[Harem Management Skill is working PERFECTLY!]

Draven left the office.

His mind wandered.

Seraphina was close to breaking. One more push and she’d surrender.

Mother was becoming more aware of him sexually. The tension was building.

Kai was becoming suspicious. A problem for later.

And his harem was growing.

[Current VP: 5,750]

[Days until original death: 42]

Things were going according to plan.

THAT NIGHT - ARCLIGHT MANOR

Draven returned home. Late. Again.

He expected Elise to be asleep.

She wasn’t.

She stood in the hallway outside his room. Waiting.

Still in the formal blue gown. But her hair was down now. Loose.

"We need to finish our conversation," she said.

"Now?"

"Now."

She pushed open his door. Walked inside. He followed.

Closed the door behind them.

Elise turned. Faced him. "I can’t stop thinking about this morning. About what you said. About..." She took a breath. "About the fact that you’re with someone."

"Mother—"

"Let me finish." Her hands clasped together. "I’ve been thinking. About how you’ve changed. About how you look at me sometimes. About how I’ve started to..." She stopped. Composed herself. "This is inappropriate."

"What is?"

"The way I feel when you’re near me." Elise’s voice cracked. "You’re my son. I should see you as my child. But when you touch me, when you look at me with those eyes..." Tears welled up. "I feel things I shouldn’t. Things that scare me."

[She’s confessing! This is HUGE!]

Draven stepped closer. "What things?"

"Don’t make me say it."

"I want to hear it."

"Draven, please—"

"Say it."

Elise’s tears spilled over. "I’m attracted to you!" The words burst out. "There! Are you happy? I’m a terrible mother because I look at my own son and I feel... desire. It’s wrong. It’s shameful. But I can’t help it!"

She covered her face. Sobbed.

Draven pulled her into his arms. Held her.

"You’re not terrible," he said quietly. "You’re lonely. And I look like my father. It’s natural to be confused."

"It’s not confusion." Elise looked up at him. Her blue eyes swimming with tears. "I know exactly what I feel. And it terrifies me."

They stood like that. Her in his arms. Her face tilted up. His looking down.

The air between them charged. Electric.

Draven’s hand cupped her cheek. "What if I said I feel it too?"

Elise’s breath caught. "Don’t. Don’t say that. Don’t make this harder."

"Why not? It’s true."

"Because we can’t. Society would—"

"Fuck society."

"Draven!"

"I mean it. Who cares what they think? It’s just us here. Just you and me." His thumb traced her lower lip. "And if we both want this..."

"We can’t." But her voice was weak. Her body leaning into his touch.

"We can." His face lowered. Inches from hers. "Just say yes."

"I..." Elise trembled. "I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t."

She pulled away. Rushed to the door.

Paused with her hand on the handle.

"I need time," she whispered. "To think. To... process this."

Then she left.

[DESIRE +15]

[Elise: 50/100]

[MILESTONE! She’s halfway there! She admitted her feelings! Now it’s just a matter of time before she gives in!]

[QUEST UNLOCKED: "Forbidden Fruit - Phase 2"]

Objective: Give Elise time to come to terms with her feelings. When she’s ready, she’ll come to you.

Reward: 5,000 VP + Mother becomes Harem Member + Unique Skill

Time Limit: None (Let it happen naturally)

Draven sat on his bed.

Smiled.

She admitted it. She wants me.

Now I just have to wait.

But waiting wasn’t in his nature anymore.

[System, show me Elise’s current status.]

[LADY ELISE ARCLIGHT - DETAILED STATUS]

Affection: 100/100 (Motherly love - Cannot increase)

Desire: 50/100 (Sexual attraction - RAPIDLY GROWING)

Current Mental State: Conflicted, aroused, guilty, confused

Thoughts: "I can’t believe I said that. I admitted it. To my own son. What’s wrong with me? But the way he looked at me... the way he touched my face... God, I wanted him to kiss me. I WANTED it. This is so wrong. But why does wrong feel so... tempting?"

Physical State: Aroused (dampness between legs), elevated heart rate, difficulty sleeping

Prediction: Within 3-7 days, she will seek him out. Unable to resist anymore.

[She’s basically a ticking time bomb of sexual frustration right now. The confession broke her final mental barrier. Now it’s just her fighting herself~]

Draven lay back. Stared at the ceiling.

Three women actively in his life. One fully devoted. One on the edge. One his own mother, struggling with forbidden desire.

And the original Draven was supposed to be dead in six weeks.

Funny how things change.

[Daily summary time!]

[ACHIEVEMENTS TODAY:]

Mother CONFESSED her attraction (+15 Desire)

Seraphina’s arousal spiked to 60/100 (combat scene)

Professor Astrid fully devoted (80/100 Affection)

Hard fucked Astrid again (+800 VP)

Kai identified as potential threat

Total VP earned today: 1,100

[CURRENT TOTALS:]

VP: 5,750

Harem members: 1 (Astrid)

Harem prospects: 3 (Elise, Seraphina, Lyra)

Power Level: B-Rank (Low Stage)

Days until death: 42

[TOMORROW’S FORECAST:]

[Saturday. No classes. Seraphina will seek you out. She can’t resist anymore. The pheromones have been working on her for days. She’s going to DEMAND answers. And when she gets close enough... she’ll break completely.]

Draven smiled.

Perfect.

SATURDAY MORNING

Draven woke to sunlight and a System notification.

[DING! URGENT QUEST!]

[QUEST: "The Ice Princess’s Surrender"]

Objective: Seraphina will arrive at Arclight Manor within 2 hours. She’s coming to confront you about her feelings. Seduce her completely.

Success Conditions:

Make her admit she wants you

First kiss

Advance to at least heavy petting (optional: full sex)

Raise Affection to 60/100 minimum

Raise Arousal to 80/100 minimum

Rewards:

3,000 VP (First Heroine Bonus!)

Seraphina becomes Harem Member

Skill: [Ice Affinity] (Learn from her during intimacy)

Hidden Reward: ???

Failure:

She rejects you completely

Affection drops to 0

She becomes enemy

[This is BIG, Host. Don’t fuck it up!]

Two hours.

Draven got dressed. Black shirt, dark pants. Applied the Seduction Cologne—his last use before it ran out. He’d need to buy more from the System Shop.

Ate breakfast alone. Duke Aldric was still away. Marcus at the barracks. Elise... avoiding him after last night’s confession.

The manor felt empty.

He waited in the library. Reading. Pretending to be calm.

Ninety minutes passed.

Then—

"Young master!" A servant rushed in. "Lady Seraphina Valerius is at the gate. She’s requesting to see you."

[SHOWTIME!]

"Send her to the east garden," Draven said. "I’ll meet her there."

The east garden was private. Enclosed by high hedges. Fountain in the center. Stone benches. Beautiful and secluded.

Perfect.

Draven walked there. Waited.

Five minutes later, Seraphina appeared.

She wore a simple dress—pale blue, matching her eyes. Her platinum hair was loose, falling past her shoulders. No makeup. No jewelry.

Just her. Raw. Beautiful. Nervous.

"Draven." Her voice was tight.

"Seraphina. This is unexpected."

"We need to talk."

"About?"

She walked closer. Stopped five feet away. "About what you’re doing to me."

"What am I doing?"

"You KNOW." Her hands clenched. "Ever since that first day. The shadow rose. The way you looked at me. The way you SMELL. I can’t get you out of my head."

[Arousal: 60/100 and climbing]

"And that’s my fault?" Draven asked calmly.

"Yes! No! I don’t know!" She paced. Agitated. "I tried to investigate you. Find out what changed. But there’s nothing. No possession. No memory alteration. No forbidden technique. You’re just... you."

"Then what’s the problem?"

"The problem is I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU!" The words burst out. Her face flushed crimson. "I dream about you. I wake up thinking about you. In class, I can’t focus because I’m watching you. And yesterday, when we fought..." She took a shaky breath. "When you held me, when you whispered in my ear... I almost..."

"Almost what?"

"Almost kissed you." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Right there. In front of everyone. I wanted to so badly it hurt."

[Arousal +10]

[Current: 70/100]

Draven stood. Walked toward her. "And now?"

"Now I’m here. Like an idiot. Confronting you. Demanding answers." Seraphina met his eyes. "What did you do to me, Draven? Is this magic? A spell? Some Ashford family technique?"

He stopped in front of her. Close. "No magic. No spell."

"Then what?!"

"Chemistry." He reached up. Tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her cheek.

She shivered. "Don’t."

"Don’t what?"

"Don’t touch me. I can’t think when you touch me."

"Good. Stop thinking."

"Draven—"

He cupped her face. Both hands. Made her look at him. "You want to know the truth? You’re attracted to me. Simple as that. Your body knows what it wants. Your mind is just catching up."

"That’s not—"

"Your heart is racing. Your breathing is shallow. Your pupils are dilated. You’re aroused, Seraphina. Admit it."

Tears welled in her eyes. "I can’t. If I admit it, then I have to accept that I want... that I..."

"That you want me to kiss you."

A tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes."

"Say it."

"I... I want you to kiss me." The words came out broken. Desperate.

Draven smiled. "See? That wasn’t so hard."

He leaned in.

Their lips met.

Soft. Gentle. Not demanding. Just... exploring.

Seraphina froze. Then melted.

Her hands grabbed his shirt. Pulled him closer. The kiss deepened.

Her lips parted. His tongue slipped inside. Slick. Sweet. She tasted like honey and ice.

"Mmm..." She moaned into his mouth.

They broke apart. Both breathing hard.

"Haa... haa..." Seraphina’s eyes were wide. Shocked. "We... we just..."

"Kissed. Yes."

"This is... I shouldn’t have..." But she didn’t let go of his shirt.

"Want to stop?" Draven asked.

"I... I don’t know."

"Then let me decide." He kissed her again.

This time, she responded immediately. Eagerly. Her tongue danced with his. Her body pressed against him.

Draven’s hands slid down. Found her waist. Pulled her flush against him.

She gasped. Felt his erection through their clothes. Hard. Obvious.

"You’re..." Her face turned crimson. "Oh god, you’re..."

"Turned on? Yes. You have that effect on me."

"I’ve never... no one’s ever..." Seraphina was flustered. The ice queen facade completely shattered. "What do I do?"

"Touch me."

"I can’t just—"

Draven guided her hand down. Pressed it against his crotch.

Firm. Hard. Big.

Seraphina’s breath caught. "It’s... you’re..."

"This is what you do to me," Draven said in her ear. "Every time I see you. Every time I think about you. I want you, Seraphina."

"I..." Her hand trembled. But didn’t pull away. "I want you too. God help me, I do."

[AFFECTION +15]

[Seraphina: 60/100 - MILESTONE!]

[AROUSAL +15]

[Seraphina: 85/100]

[She’s READY. Take her. NOW.]

"Come with me," Draven said.

"Where—"

"Somewhere private."

He led her through the garden. To a gazebo hidden by roses. Inside, a cushioned bench.

Secluded. Perfect.

They sat. Faced each other.

"I’ve never done this before," Seraphina admitted. "I’m... a virgin."

"I know."

"How—"

"You’re too guarded. Too controlled. Someone experienced would be more comfortable with touch." Draven’s hand traced her arm. "I’ll be gentle."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He kissed her again. Slower this time. Building.

His hand slid up her side. Over her ribs. Higher.

Cupped her breast through the dress.

"Ahh!" Seraphina gasped. Her back arched.

Draven massaged gently. Felt her nipple harden through the fabric.

"Sensitive," he murmured.

"Don’t... tease..." Her breathing came faster.

His other hand found her thigh. Slid up under her skirt.

Over smooth skin. Higher. To the apex.

Pressed against her panties.

Soaked.

"You’re so wet," Draven said.

Seraphina whimpered. "I can’t help it. You make me..."

He stroked through the fabric. Slow. Teasing.

"Nnn..." Her hips rolled. Seeking more friction.

"Want me to touch you properly?" Draven asked.

"Yes. Please."

He pulled her panties aside. Found wet heat. His finger slid in easily.

"AHH!" Seraphina’s head tilted back. "Oh god..."

Tight. Virgin tight. One finger was almost too much.

Draven moved slowly. In. Out. Gentle. His thumb found her clit. Circled.

"Draven!" Her hands gripped his shoulders. "I’m... something’s... I feel strange..."

"You’re close. Let it happen."

"I don’t... I’ve never... oh god, oh god, OH—"

She came. Hard.

Her pussy clenched around his finger. Spasm spasm spasm. Her body trembled. Thighs shaking.

"AHHHN!" Her first orgasm. Given by someone else.

She collapsed against him. "Haa... haa... what was... that was..."

"Your first climax," Draven said. "From my fingers."

Seraphina looked up at him. Eyes dazed. "That was... incredible."

"Want more?"

"I..." She bit her lip. "I shouldn’t. We should stop. This is already—"

Draven kissed her. Silenced the protest.

When they broke apart, he said, "Do you want to stop?"

"No." Immediate. Honest.

"Then don’t."

[She’s fully under your spell now. The virgin ice princess is YOURS.]

[END OF Chapter 4]