Ultimate Spin System: Ero Spin?-Chapter 104 - Lustbloom

Lena scoffed. "Please. I am the epitome of focus."

Lucas muttered under his breath. "More like the epitome of chaos."

Still, they pressed forward.

A Sudden Storm

The wind picked up first—a low, howling whistle weaving through the trees, carrying with it the scent of rain. Lucas felt the temperature drop almost instantly, a damp chill seeping into his clothes.

Then, the sky darkened.

Fast. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Too fast.

Lucas barely had time to process before the first raindrop landed on his cheek. Then another. Then a thousand more. Within seconds, the drizzle turned into a torrential downpour, the sky unleashing its fury in thick, hammering sheets of water.

"Shit!" Lucas cursed, shielding his eyes from the onslaught.

Lena groaned beside him, yanking up her hood—though it did little to protect her from the storm. "This is insane!" she shouted over the deafening rain.

Lucas wiped his face, his hair already drenched and sticking to his forehead. "We need to find shelter!"

The enchanted map was useless now, the glowing lines distorted and flickering under the rainwater dripping onto the parchment. Lucas shoved it back into his belt and scanned their surroundings. Trees. Mud. More trees.

Then—there.

A cave.

Not far, tucked between the roots of a massive oak, its entrance partially hidden by overgrown vines and jagged rocks.

"Over there!" Lucas pointed.

Lena didn’t hesitate. She sprinted ahead, her boots splashing through the muddy ground as she raced toward the cave. Lucas followed, his muscles burning from the sudden exertion, his clothes heavy with rain.

But as they ran, something caught Lena’s eye.

A flower.

Bright. Unnatural.

A bloom of gold and crimson, its petals almost glowing against the dull, rain-soaked landscape. It stood alone among the grass, untouched by the storm.

Lena skidded to a stop.

"Lena! What the hell are you doing?!" Lucas yelled over the rain.

She ignored him.

In one swift motion, she plucked the flower from the ground. The moment her fingers closed around the stem, a faint warmth pulsed through her hand—brief but unmistakable.

Weird.

"LENA!"

Lucas’ voice snapped her out of her trance.

She clenched the flower in her fist and bolted after him, shoving it into her pouch just as they reached the mouth of the cave.

Lucas dove inside first, breathing heavily, his entire body soaked to the bone. Lena followed, shaking out her damp hair as she leaned against the cave wall.

The rain roared outside, crashing against the earth in relentless waves.

Lucas let out a long breath, running a hand through his wet hair. "You stopped in the middle of a goddamn storm for a flower?!"

Lena smirked, pulling the golden-red bloom from her pouch and twirling it between her fingers. "Not just any flower."

Lucas groaned, rubbing his temples. "I swear, if this thing doesn’t cure diseases or grant immortality, I’m throwing you back outside."

Lena chuckled. "Relax. I have a good feeling about this one."

The cave was cold, but at least it was dry. Water dripped from the jagged ceiling in slow, rhythmic drops, the only sound besides their heavy breathing. Lena sat against the wall, still twirling the flower between her fingers, while Lucas tried—and failed—to squeeze the rainwater from his soaked shirt.

He shot her a look. "You and your good feelings are the reason we’re always in trouble."

Lena grinned. "Come on, admit it. My instincts are usually right."

Lucas groaned. "Sure. Right up until they get us killed."

But even as the words left his mouth, something felt... off.

It started subtly. A strange warmth curling in his chest, seeping under his skin, slow but undeniable. The air felt different, thick and heavy, clinging to his body in ways that made him acutely aware of himself—of the damp fabric pressing against his muscles, of the way his breath came just a little too fast.

His brows furrowed.

Something wasn’t right.

Lena, still toying with the flower, lifted it closer and inhaled. Deeply.

That was when everything changed.

Heat. Not a comforting warmth, but a slow, insidious fire spreading from the pit of her stomach, coiling tight in her limbs. Her breath hitched, a quiet gasp slipping out before she even realized it. She suddenly felt too aware of everything—of the way her damp clothes clung to her body, of the tingling in her fingertips, of the way her heart pounded faster for no damn reason.

Her gaze flickered toward Lucas.

And when their eyes met—when his dark, stormy stare locked onto hers—something inside her clenched.

Oh.

Oh.

Lucas felt it too.

One second, he was irritated, exhausted, still shivering from the rain. The next? He was burning. His pulse pounded in his ears, and an unfamiliar heat curled low in his gut, tightening, pressing, demanding. His breathing grew shallow, his fingers twitching where they rested on his knee.

The cave suddenly felt smaller.

Lena’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath, and Lucas found himself staring. Watching the way a droplet of water slid down the curve of her throat, disappearing beneath the collar of her shirt. His jaw clenched. A muscle in his neck twitched.

Why the hell was he noticing that?

He forced himself to look away, but the damage was already done. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, heat rolling through him in waves, thick and inescapable.

Lena swallowed hard, pressing her back against the stone wall as if trying to put distance between herself and... whatever this was. But it didn’t help. The feeling only worsened, growing, intensifying, making her chest tighten with something dangerously close to need.

Her fingers curled against the cave wall, knuckles white.

Lucas exhaled sharply. "Lena," he said, voice rough, strained.

She didn’t answer.

Because the moment he said her name—deep, low, something unintentional slipping into his tone—her stomach twisted.

Shit.

She shouldn’t be feeling like this. Not here, not now, not with him. But her body wasn’t listening.

Lucas ran a hand down his face, as if trying to shake the sensation. But it didn’t work. Nothing worked. The warmth had already spread too far, had already wound itself deep into his bones.

And then they made the mistake of looking at each other again.

It was instant.

A bolt of tension snapped between them, sharp and electric. Neither of them moved, neither of them spoke, but suddenly, the air between them was suffocating. Lucas’s pupils were blown wide, his breaths uneven, his hands curled into fists like he was physically holding himself back.

Lena felt the same.

Her chest was tight, her skin too sensitive, her thoughts a mess of heat and want and what the hell is happening to us?

She squeezed her eyes shut, gripping the damp fabric of her pants. "Lucas," she forced out, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.

"We—" She swallowed, hard. "We need to... stop whatever this is."

Lucas exhaled through his nose, his jaw visibly tightening. "Agreed."

Neither of them moved.

It was already too late. They don’t even know their lust was got boost by the flower, the Lustbloom.