My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

Creak!

The stone doors of the chamber slowly sealed shut behind Damian before fading completely into the wall, leaving no trace that the entrance had ever existed.

Damian’s attention immediately settled on the balcony doors at the far end of the room, where pale moonlight poured across the floor. He walked toward them at an unhurried pace and pushed them open, allowing the cool midnight breeze to wash over his face.

His long gray hair flickered gently in the wind, and for several moments he simply stood there with his eyes closed, listening to the quiet rustling of the night.

After everything he had survived that afternoon, the ordinary sound of the breeze felt almost therapeutic.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel now?" Alice’s voice shattered his reverie.

Damian opened his eyes and slowly turned toward her, his expression dull from exhaustion.

He sniffed slightly before giving her a tired smile. "Do you want me to lie or do you want the truth?" Damian asked.

Alice blinked in surprise at the question, clearly not expecting such a direct response.

"The truth, of course." She blurted out.

Damian chuckled quietly and turned his attention toward the table positioned at the corner of the room. He walked toward it and carefully lowered himself into the chair. His body still felt painfully heavy, but he refused to let the discomfort than necessary.

He reached toward the wine jug, only for Alice to quickly take it before he could touch it. Without saying anything, she poured the wine into his goblet until it was full and placed the jug back on the table.

Damian spared her a brief glance before picking up the goblet. He slowly chugged down its contents until the cup was empty, and within moments a faint buzz settled inside his head as the alcohol took effect.

He stared at the empty cup with mild amusement. ’I can never get used to this wine. If a cup can get me intoxicated, I’m sure just a sip is enough to get Twenty drunk.’

A faint smile appeared on his face at the thought, and for a brief moment he imagined himself sitting beside his old friend on Earth, drinking together and laughing about completely meaningless things.

The thought disappeared as quickly as it came, leaving Damian staring quietly at Alice, who was still standing beside the table with the wine jug in her hand.

"Take your clothes off..."

Buzz!

Alice froze.

The words had caught her so completely off guard that she stood motionless for several seconds, her fingers tightening around the jug.

"What?" she muttered, her face slowly becoming flushed with surprise.

Damian’s expression remained completely serious. "You asked me how I feel... I’m badly hurt, and the Sin of Lust can heal most effectively through intimacy. That’s why I’m asking you to take your clothes off."

He gently placed the empty cup on the table and looked directly at her.

"I want to alleviate the pain through you.... Now take off your clothes."

Alice slowly nodded and gently placed the jug on the table before straightening herself. She shut her eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm the nervousness stirring within her as her delicate hands grasped the edges of her robes and slowly pulled them apart.

Damian remained patient, mostly because he could feel the desire she held for him, but he could also sense the extreme shyness consuming her at that moment. His gaze remained calm as he studied her trembling movements, and after a brief silence, he finally spoke.

"This is your first time, correct?"

Buzz!

Alice’s eyes snapped open, filled with surprise the moment they met Damian’s calm gaze. Her face twisted with embarrassment as she immediately looked away, her cheeks turning crimson beneath his attention.

"I...." She mumbled, her voice barely audible as her face grew even redder.

A small laugh escaped Damian’s lips at the sight of her reaction. This was all he needed to confirm his suspicion.

"A one thousand year old virgin... Now that is something." He mumbled under his breath, but Alice heard him clearly and flinched at the remark.

Thud!

Damian rose to his feet. "That will make my recovery even more effective... Truly, you are perfect for this situation."

With a lazy swing of his left hand, purple demonic force enveloped the table before tossing it aside like worthless trash. The heavy piece of furniture crashed away, causing Alice to flinch and instinctively take a step backward as Damian’s approaching figure came into view.

Before she could take a third step back, Damian firmly seized her by the shoulder and pulled her toward him. Her soft body pressed against his chest as she glanced upward, meeting his gaze. Despite his injuries, his fifteen foot figure towered over her, his massive frame dwarfing her twenty foot form.

’He is as big as a True God despite being a demigod.’ She gasped inwardly.

"I can tell you want me as much as I want you... What are you afraid of?" Damian asked, genuine curiosity visible in his eyes.

Alice no longer tried to pull away. She simply stared into his eyes, feeling the warmth between their bodies as her nervousness slowly gave way to something deeper. Her fingers gradually tightened around his robes, pulling him closer to her.

Alice rose onto her toes and gently drew Damian’s face downward by the collar of his robes before slowly pressing her soft lips against his.

An unfamiliar fragrance and strangely sweet taste invaded Alice’s nose and tongue, causing her eyes to widen with shock.

Rumors of the Prince of Lust being the most desirable man in the universe were common throughout the Underworld and even in the Heavens. It was said that even some angels had tried to get close to Lin Qui, and such events had happened with former Sins as well, especially since they were the only immortals capable of mating with as many immortals as they desired.

Before, they had merely been rumors, stories whispered throughout the realms and passed from one immortal to another. But now that she was tasting him herself, those rumors suddenly felt more real than ever.

"Mmhmmm." A light moan escaped Alice’s lips as she pressed closer, while Damian staggered backward until he fell onto the couch, with Alice leaning against him.

Grabbing her with one hand, Damian pulled her away forcefully, causing her to fall backward onto her butt.

Only after landing on the ground did she finally stop, staring at Damian with a hint of surprise on her face.

"You are really a virgin... Your kissing skills are deadly... I fear for my cock if I ever let your lips get close to it." Damian mumbled as he rubbed a finger across his lips before raising it for her to see.

Alice immediately covered her lips when she noticed the blood coating his fingertips.

"I’m sorry..." She mumbled.

Only then did she realize that she could taste the blood lingering in her mouth.

"But how can someone’s blood taste so good?" She mumbled.

"Are you being serious right now?" Damian blurted out, causing her to look away.

"It’s not my fault... I didn’t know everything about you tastes so good."

Damian facepalmed and leaned back against the sofa with a tired sigh.

"This will be a long night." He mumbled.