The System Keeps Making Me Do Indecent Missions [BL, R18]

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: The Illusion of Love

The moment the system’s voice echoed in his mind, Lucien almost burst into laughter. Damn it, this cursed system actually possessed a function to measure the progress of bedchamber affairs. How truly fascinating.

"Lucien."

Dominic Vance’s voice pulled him back to reality. Lucien opened his eyes, finding that Dominic had stopped and was staring intently at him. Dominic’s gaze at this moment was somewhat strange, as if he was observing, as if he was scrutinizing him.

"What is the matter?" He asked, his voice weak.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lucien blinked. For a split second, he almost thought he had been exposed. But then he realized, this question was not because Dominic was suspicious. Rather, it was because Dominic wanted to hear him speak words of endearment. Dominic wanted to confirm that Lucien’s heart was beating for him, that his mind was filled entirely with Dominic’s silhouette.

What a truly pitiful man.

"I am thinking..." Lucien raised his hand, his trembling fingers touching the corner of Dominic’s lips: "...that I truly love you very much."

Dominic Vance’s eyes darkened entirely. He did not say anything else, only bending down to continue the unfinished kiss. But this time, the kiss was immensely gentler. As if he were cherishing a priceless treasure, as if Dominic feared that even the slightest bit of roughness could cause Lucien to shatter.

Lucien returned that kiss with all the burning enthusiasm he possessed. His tongue entangled with Dominic’s tongue, sucking and grinding fervently. His hands trailed downwards, clumsily unbuttoning every single button of the man’s dress shirt. One button at a time, one by one, until that solid chest and those firm muscle lines met the cool air.

He pressed the palm of his hand flat against the left side of Dominic’s chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. Dominic’s heart was beating powerfully beneath his palm.

"Your heart is beating so fast." Lucien whispered, his voice akin to a dream.

"Because of you." Dominic Vance’s voice was heavy and hoarse.

Lucien smiled. A truly gentle, truly blissful smile. Yet within his heart, there existed only a single thought: Because of me? What a pity. I do not need it.

Dominic Vance took off the rest of Lucien’s pajama pants. Lucien was completely naked before his eyes, his pristine white skin covered in a layer of flush from the intense stimulation. His body had grown visibly thinner, his ribs clearly protruding beneath the thin layer of skin, but that fact only made Dominic want to possess him even more, to protect him, to imprison Lucien within his embrace forever.

Dominic reached out to grab the bottle of lubricant from the drawer of the nightstand. Lucien watched Dominic’s actions, silently calculating within his mind. This body was currently being rejected by the world; every sensation of pain would be amplified many times over. If the man was far too rough, he truly might not be able to endure it. But he absolutely could not let Dominic realize that. He had to make the man believe that he was thoroughly enjoying it, that he was desiring Dominic to the point of sheer madness.

"Let me do it." Lucien propped himself up on his hands and reached out to take the bottle of oil from Dominic’s grasp. Dominic Vance was slightly surprised, but he did not stop him. He leaned back against the headboard, looking at Lucien with a gaze that was simultaneously curious and deeply amused.

Lucien poured a little bit of the oil into the palm of his hand, rubbing his hands together to warm it up evenly. Then he knelt upon the bed, slowly crawling towards Dominic. Every single one of his movements was meticulously calculated: his eyes glistening as if welling with water, his lips parted slightly, his spine arching into a soft, alluring curve. He knew that he was beautiful. He knew perfectly well just how lethally captivating his current appearance was.

Sure enough, Dominic Vance’s breathing grew even heavier.

Lucien straddled Dominic’s thighs, his long, slender legs wrapping securely around the man’s waist. He bent down, his oil-slicked hand gently grasping the searing hot hardness that was swollen taut beneath Dominic’s pajama pants. Dominic Vance let out a low groan, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Lucien slowly stroked it, every slender finger gliding along its length, intimately feeling every throbbing vein that bulged against the palm of his hand. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss upon the tip that was already leaking fluid, and then parted his lips, slowly taking it into his mouth.

"Lucien..." Dominic Vance’s voice cracked.

Lucien gave no answer. He focused entirely on his own movements, the tip of his tongue swirling in circles around the head, sucking lightly, before gradually taking it deeper inside. His throat spasmed, the gag reflex hitting him forcefully, but he tried his absolute hardest to suppress it. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyelashes, yet he continued nonetheless.

Dominic Vance’s hand threaded into his hair, gripping it tightly. He did not push down, but neither did he pull away. He simply held on just like that, as if he was desperately trying to restrain himself.

Lucien continued for a few more minutes, stopping only when he felt his jaw was on the verge of dislocating, before slowly releasing it. A transparent silver thread connected his lips to Dominic, looking incredibly erotic beneath the warm yellow light. He looked up at the man, his eyes entirely rimmed with red, the corners of his lips still glistening with stray fluids.

"You can... come in." His voice was incredibly hoarse, but every single word was completely clear.

Dominic Vance’s eyes darkened completely. He pulled Lucien up, flipping him over and pressing him firmly down onto the bed. Lucien lay on his back, his two legs spread wide open by the man. Dominic poured the lubricant onto his own hand, rubbed it evenly, and then slowly slid his fingers inside him.

The sensation of a foreign object invading caused Lucien’s entire body to stiffen. The agonizing pain from the world’s rejection rushed in once again, much like thousands of needles violently piercing into his internal organs. But he gritted his teeth, trying his utmost to relax his body.

"Relax." Dominic Vance’s voice was remarkably deep and low, carrying a trace of coaxing. "If you do not relax, it will hurt."

Lucien nodded his head, taking a very deep breath. He closed his eyes, focusing entirely on his own breathing, trying to completely ignore the pain. Gradually, his body managed to adapt. A second finger, and then a third sequentially slipped inside, stretching him open with extreme patience.

Finally, when he felt it was sufficient, Dominic Vance withdrew his fingers. He lifted Lucien’s hips, placing a pillow securely underneath his lower back, and then slowly pushed his way in.

Lucien arched his body, a choked sob catching violently in his throat. The sensation of being filled to the point of suffocation, equal parts excruciating pain and overwhelming pleasure, blended seamlessly together, turning his mind completely blank. His fingernails dug deeply into Dominic’s back, leaving behind long, stark scratch marks.

"Does it hurt?" Dominic Vance paused, his voice extremely tense.

Lucien shook his head. He opened his eyes, looking directly at the man. His eyes were overflowing with tears, yet they curved beautifully like crescent moons. He lifted his hips just a fraction, taking the initiative to welcome Dominic even deeper inside.

"It does not hurt." His voice trembled faintly, yet he still tried his best to smile. "I like it. I like you."

That sentence acted like a valve blasting open every last shred of Dominic Vance’s restraint. He began to move, slowly at first, then gradually faster, progressively stronger. Every deep and powerful thrust felt as though he was trying to carve his own silhouette deeply into the very core of Lucien’s body.

Lucien clung tightly onto him, his fingernails tearing into the skin of Dominic’s back. Moans tumbled past his lips, incredibly soft in the beginning, before growing louder, entirely unable to be contained any longer. The entire room was flooded with the wet sounds of flesh colliding against flesh, heavy panting, and his fragmented, disjointed moans.

"Nngh... ah... slower... slow down just a little..."

But Dominic Vance did not slow down. He leaned down, taking the shell of Lucien’s ear into his mouth, sucking gently. His searingly hot breath fanned against the ear, his voice thick and hoarse: "I cannot slow down. Try to bear with it for a little while."

Lucien cried. Tears streamed continuously down his temples, soaking deeply into the pillows. But he still held onto the man tightly, continuously calling out his name over and over again.

"Dominic... Dominic... I love you..."

Dominic Vance kissed away his tears. The salty taste dissolved upon the tip of his tongue, but he simply did not care. He only knew that the person securely in his arms was crying for him, was calling his name, was professing his love for him. And that undeniable fact drove him to the brink of absolute madness.

He increased his pace, every thrust growing stronger and stronger, deeper and deeper. Lucien could barely even breathe; the entire world before his eyes blurred away completely, leaving behind only the face of the man right in front of him and the sensation of being completely filled to the absolute brim.

The tormenting pain caused by the world’s rejection remained present, but it had been thoroughly drowned out by the relentless, crashing waves of sheer pleasure. Lucien thought to himself, perhaps this was the very last shred of mercy that this particular world was willing to grant him.

As the climax finally crashed over them, Lucien arched his spine violently, spilling out across his own stomach and Dominic’s stomach. His body spasmed uncontrollably, clenching ruthlessly around the searing hot hardness seated deep inside. Dominic Vance let out a heavy, murky groan, and then likewise released entirely deep within Lucien’s body.

The two of them trembled in the lingering aftershocks of sheer ecstasy. Dominic Vance collapsed heavily onto him, his ragged breathing fanning hotly against the crook of Lucien’s neck. Lucien lay perfectly still, his arms still wrapped around Dominic’s back, gently and comfortingly stroking it.

"Dominic..." His voice was incredibly weak.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Dominic Vance gave no reply. However, his embrace tightened around him even further.

After the first time came a second time. And then a third time.

Lucien could no longer remember exactly how many times he had fainted and then woken back up. His body was akin to a torn and tattered marionette, allowing the man to flip him over and over, allowing the man to enter him time and time again. He completely lacked the strength to even moan anymore, only able to produce meaningless, garbled sounds from deep within his throat.

But every single time he regained consciousness, he would find Dominic Vance gazing directly at him. The man’s gaze at those moments was no longer fueled by mere lust, but rather a profoundly complex emotion that Lucien had absolutely no desire to put a name to. Dominic would stroke his hair, kiss his forehead, and ask if he was in pain, if he was thirsty for some water.

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