My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes-Chapter 166: Pay Attention...

Akira looked at the three choices that floated in his peripheral vision, and then he looked back at Satomi.

She was watching him calmly, without any pressure, as if she had already accepted whatever he was going to say.

He ran Perfect Recall through the entire conversation: every word, every pause, every microexpression. Then he cross-referenced it against what little Lie Detection instinct he’d developed from weeks of balancing harem politics and demonic half-truths.

She wasn’t lying.

Not about Valerius, not about the threat, not about what she needed.

"Option A," he said to Ai.

Then to Satomi, he replied. "I accept."

Satomi’s expression didn’t change immediately.

She just looked at him for a long, quiet moment, like she was making sure he understood what he’d just committed to. Then she stood, crossed the space between them in two smooth steps, and pulled him to his feet.

"You’re sure?" Her voice was steady, but there was a hint of relief in it.

"You’re being honest. And I need someone who understands how Valerius operates." He met her eyes. "If we’re doing this, we do it right."

She almost smiled. "Then follow me."

—

Satomi’s bedroom was simpler than he’d expected. Minimal furniture: a low bed with dark gray sheets, a single bookshelf stacked with worn paperbacks and what looked like decades-old journals, and a desk by the window with a closed laptop.

The room smelled like wine, old books, and a light, flowery scent he couldn’t quite figure out.

She closed the door behind them and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge and gesturing for him to join her. He did.

"Most succubi just take," she said, her tone shifting into something that sounded like a lecture. "They latch onto a target, drain what they need, and move on. It’s efficient, but it’s shallow. No real bond, no exchange. Just theft dressed up as seduction."

"And you don’t do that."

"I prefer exchange." She reached up and loosened the tie on her robe, letting it fall open slightly without removing it entirely.

"The essence flows both ways. You give me what I need to stabilize, and in return, I’ll show you techniques that took me decades to master. But it requires trust. If either of us holds back, the bond won’t form properly."

Akira unbuttoned the top of his shirt, feeling the faint hum of demonic energy already beginning to stir in his chest. "What do I need to do?"

"Relax." She moved closer, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "And let me lead. I’ve done this before. You haven’t."

Her fingers traced a slow line down his chest, and he felt the first pulse of essence move between them.

"You’re stronger than I expected," she murmured. "Your essence signature is dense. Like you’ve been holding it in too long."

"I’ve been careful."

"Too careful." She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Valerius will exploit that. He’ll recognize the suppression and use it as a pressure point. You need to learn how to release power without losing control."

Her robe slipped farther, baring one smooth shoulder and the upper curve of her breast.

Akira reached for her, resting his hand on the warm curve of her waist. The skin-to-skin contact ignited a strong, hungry feeling that they both felt.

She inhaled softly, flittering her lashes. "There. Feel it? Your power feeding mine, mine feeding yours."

He did.

It was nothing like Ayaka’s frantic pull or Rina’s clumsy hunger. This was precise... like two rivers running side by side, then merging slowly in waves.

"Now," Satomi said, fingers moving to his belt, "while we do this, I’m going to teach you. About Valerius. About the demon hierarchy. About surviving what’s coming." She worked the buckle open with ease. "Pay attention."

"I’m listening."

"Good." She tugged his pants and boxers down in one smooth pull, freeing his already half-hard, thick cock, the head flushing darker as blood rushed south.

She wrapped her hand around the base, curling her fingers firmly but not tight, and leaned forward to let a long, slow string of spit drip from her lips onto the tip.

The warm saliva coated him, glistening as she spread it with a lazy pump.

"Valerius has three major weaknesses," she began, stroking his cock slowly from root to tip, twisting her wrist at the head to smear the spit over every ridge.

Her thumb circled the slit, collecting the first bead of pre-cum and mixing it in. "First: pride. He thinks he’s untouchable after centuries unchallenged. That makes him predictable."

Akira groaned softly, moving his hips. Her hand was now gliding more smoothly, the wetness sending shivers down his back.

With her other hand, she suddenly reached for and pinched his left nipple sharply, twisting just enough to make him gasp. The slight pain mixed with the growing heat in his core.

"Second: his network." She sped up her strokes, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.

Her other hand dipped between her own thighs, parting her slick folds with her fingers to rub slow circles over her clit. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistening already. "Valerius depends on informants and collectors. Cut those threads and he’s blind. I’ll give you names. Locations. Patterns."

Akira’s hand moved to her exposed breast, cupping the heavy weight, flicking his thumb over the stiff nipple back and forth.

It hardened further under his touch, dark areola puckering as he pinched and rolled it, drawing a soft gasp from her. Her robe had fallen open more, silk framing her curves like an invitation.

"Third," she breathed, leaning closer so her breath ghosted over his leaking tip, "his arrogance about younger demons. He doesn’t see you as a real threat yet. Just a curiosity. And that window is your advantage."

She paused her stroking to spit again on his shaft, then resumed with both hands now, one pumping the base while the other twisted over the head.

Akira bucked lightly into her grip.

"The Demon Council," she continued in a huskier voice as she returned her fingers between her legs, sliding two inside her dripping cunt with a wet squelch. "Seven Lords governing East Asia territories. Valerius bows to them, even if he sneers. Prove he targeted you without formal challenge, and they’ll clip his wings. No tolerance for rogues risking exposure."

Akira squeezed her breast harder, kneading the soft flesh, pulling her nipple taut before letting it snap back. She arched into his touch, her pussy clenching visibly around her fingers, juices dripping down her thighs.

"And the painting... the festival corruption." Her strokes became faster. "Valerius broke neutral ground. Schools are sacred zones. Proof of deliberate contamination? Censure. Territorial loss."

She released his cock for a moment, bringing her wet fingers from her pussy to her mouth, sucking them clean with a low hum. Then she leaned down, lips parting wide.

"One more thing," she whispered against his throbbing head. "Lilithia. The fragment you absorbed... it wasn’t random."

Before he could respond, she took him deep into her mouth, relaxing her throat to swallow half his length in one go. Her tongue flattened along the underside, lapping at the thick vein while her cheeks hollowed with suction.

Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips, dripping down his shaft as she bobbed.

Akira threaded a hand into her hair, not to guide her yet, just feeling the rhythm. "What... do you mean?"

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. "She chose you."

Then she went back down, taking his cock deeper this time, till her nose was brushing his pubic bone. Gagging softly but controlled, she held him there, humming vibrations up his length.

Akira’s free hand groped her other breast, pinching both nipples now, twisting until she moaned around his cock, the sound sending jolts straight to his balls.

"Lilithia was the first Succubus Queen," she murmured after pulling back again, gasping, spit trailing down her chin. "Source of every succubus and incubus line. If you carry her fragment, demons will either worship you..."

She went down again, sloppy and rough, letting him thrust into her throat, making a wet gagging sound with each thrust. "...or try to destroy you."

The lecture became a blur as she moved, pushing her full breasts around his wet cock. She squished them together, holding him in soft, warm cleavage, and started to slide up and down.

The boobjob stared slow and teasing at first, her tongue darting out to lick the tip each time it came out. Saliva and pre-cum made everything slippery, her tits jiggling with the movement, nipples hard against his thumbs as he squeezed and rolled them.

"Fuck, Satomi..." Akira groaned, hips bucking up into the tight valley of her breasts.

She smiled around a lick, then took him back into her mouth, combining the two: sucking the head while her tits stroked the shaft. It was sloppy and wet with saliva dripping everywhere, coating her chin, her cleavage, pooling on his abs.

"Gods, you’re good at this," he muttered, hand cupping the back of her head as if to make her deepthroat him.

But she popped off briefly yo reply. "Centuries of practice."

Then she swallowed him whole again, deepthraoting him. Gagging sounds mixed with wet slurps as she deepthroated him relentlessly filled the room.

When she finally pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connected her lips to his glistening cock. "That’s the basics. Now... we focus. Ready for more?"

Akira nodded, pulling her up.

She straddled him properly, her robe discarded completely now, her naked body on full display... curvy, mature and tempting, her pussy lips swollen and dripping.

She gripped his cock, lined it up with her entrance, and sank down slowly... inch by inch, her tight, fleshy tunnel stretching around his girth.

"Oh fuck... so thick," she moaned, tilting her head back as she bottomed out, her ass meeting his thighs. Her cervix kissed the head, inner muscles rippling on purpose.

Akira held her hips, helping her with the first movement. But she quickly took over, skillful and experienced, riding him with a steady rhythm.

Her clit rubbed against his lower stomach. Her heavy breasts bounced, and he caught a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth lightly scraping.

"Yes... bite it," she gasped, picking up pace. Wet slaps filled the room as she slammed down, her pussy gushing around him and coating his balls.

He pushed up to meet her, hard and deep, making the bed creak. "You’re so fvcking tight... it’s like you were made for this."

She let out a soft, breathless laugh, switching positions.

She turned around for reverse cowgirl, lifting her ass high as she slid back down. Her ass cheeks spread wide, her pussy taking him completely inside. She bounced faster, her butt jiggling, and used one hand to reach back and spread herself open more.

Akira slapped her ass, leaving a red print. She clenched around him, moaning loud. "Harder... fuck me like you own me."

He did... thrusting up hard, gripping her waist to pull her down with every stroke. Her juices squirted lightly with each impact, soaking the sheets.

Just then, the system pinged in his mind, floating choices before him:

[SYSTEM PROMPT: CROSSROADS OF DESIRE]

[A: THE PRACTICAL EXAM — Maintain the pace and flood her with Lilithia-laced essence. Overwhelm her centuries of composure with raw, high-grade power until her mind melts. Reward: +1500 PP, Essence Synchronization, Satomi Affinity +15]

[B: ADVANCED ANATOMY — Pull out, spit on your fingers, and claim her back door. Show the Elder Succubus a rough, stretching dominance she hasn’t felt in decades. Reward: +3500 PP, ’Total Claim’ Bonus unlocked]

[C: THE DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE — Flip her face-down into the mattress and pin her wrists. Activate [Aura of Dominance] to strip away her ’Teacher’ persona completely and make her beg for your seed. Reward: +2,000 PP, Power Dynamic Permanently Inverted]