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

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: The Pheromone Dependency (R18)

After that feeble release, Lucien panted heavily, his eyes squeezed shut. Physiological tears streamed down his temples, soaking a large patch of the pillow. He was so thoroughly exhausted that he did not have even the slightest shred of strength left to lift a single finger.

However, Dominic Vance showed absolutely no intention of letting him go.

His massive member remained as rigid as steel inside, veins bulging prominently, not retreating a single inch, nor showing any sign of being satisfied enough to climax.

He cast his eyes down at the exquisitely beautiful creature trembling and lying limply beneath him. The man’s rough hand gently stroked Lucien’s sweat-drenched hair, while his thumb tenderly wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of Lucien’s red, swollen eyes. Then, Dominic Vance leaned down slightly, lightly biting Lucien’s swollen lips, his deep, hoarse voice carrying a tone that signaled the beginning of an endless cycle: "Are you used to it yet?"

Lucien was so exhausted that he only wanted to pass out entirely, yet the concentration of the aphrodisiac coursing through his bloodstream and the cruelly persistent stimulation below still forced him to cling to a final sliver of consciousness.

The moment the word "No" slipped past Lucien’s swollen lips was also the exact moment Dominic Vance’s pupils darkened completely. The dim glow of the bedside lamp seemed to be entirely drained into the man’s profound, beastly, fire-lit eyes.

The maddening loop of lust of this night was only now truly beginning.

Dominic Vance’s lips pressed heavily against Lucien’s bare skin, leaving behind several fiercely red, carnal marks. In truth, after two entire days of tossing and turning together on this bed, there were hardly any intact spots left on Lucien’s body anyway. One hickey overlapped another, making the pale, flawless body look even more enchantingly seductive.

As for Dominic Vance, he became increasingly vicious the longer he played; his mouth kissed haphazardly, while his hips pulled back just a fraction, withdrawing his member from the tightly sucking fleshy walls, retreating all the way to the very entrance of the opening. The thick, slick head rubbed maliciously, looming right at the dripping entrance, teasing to the absolute extreme.

"How about we play a little game?" His voice was raspy as his fingers traced over Lucien’s face, which was deeply dazed by pure pleasure: "You must lie still obediently, you are not allowed to move, you are not allowed to touch me or writhe as you please. If you break the rules..."

He paused for a brief moment, blowing a breath of hot air against Lucien’s earlobes: "I guarantee I can fuck you to death right here on this bed."

Obviously, Lucien did not have the right to answer whether to participate or not. His hands were pushed above the top of his head by the man, his legs forced to spread wide open to expose the tight little opening, and he was held firmly in that helpless posture.

The gentle friction of the penis caused Lucien’s entire body to convulse and tremble in continuous waves, his moans choked back in his throat, while tears fell profusely from his eyes. But Dominic Vance displayed a highly leisurely demeanor, his thumb firmly pressing against Lucien’s lips.

"Tell me, did you deliberately try to seduce me last night?"

Did Lucien dare to say that he had plotted to seduce the man? Even if he were beaten to death, he would not dare to admit such a thing. There are times when everyone already understands the answer to a question clearly, but as long as it is not admitted out loud, it will never become the truth.

Thus, Lucien murmured softly: "I did not... Ah!"

He had not even finished his sentence before Dominic Vance thrust his hips sharply forward. The man did not bury himself to the hilt, but merely used the most pronounced ridge of the tip to fiercely grind against the tender, immature fleshy folds right at the entrance of the cavity. The half-hearted wave of pleasure that washed over caused the inner walls to automatically and continuously contract, hungering to completely swallow that enormous object inside. Yet, right at the moment when Lucien could no longer hold back and was about to arch his hips upward to receive him, Dominic Vance pulled back again.

Just a hairsbreadth away... then leaving once more. So incredibly close... only to bring crushing disappointment.

Right at this moment, a distinct "beep" echoed within Lucien’s mind.

[Pheromone effect has been completely synchronized... The target is beginning to become dependent on your scent.]

Lucien’s mind was a bit hazy, and he was not entirely clear on what his system had just said, something roughly about pheromones. It was just that, in no time at all, he could feel every single muscle fiber in his body flaring with heat, his core body temperature skyrocketing. Then, a familiar fragrance once again wove its way into the air, softly and seductively captivating the soul.

It seeped into every single nook and cranny of the room, rushing straight into Dominic Vance’s olfactory senses.

However, the terrifying aspect of this particular aphrodisiac was that it did not solely affect the man, but it also violently backfired upon Lucien himself. He began to realize that his own sensitivity had far surpassed the limits of his physical body. Whenever Dominic Vance’s firm, muscular chest pressed closely against Lucien, Lucien felt a deep sense of safety and fulfillment. But the moment the man retreated even the slightest bit, a mere wisp of cold air brushing past was enough to make him shiver, and a maddening sensation of emptiness and deprivation violently clawed at his chest. He did not merely crave the thrusting of the manhood. Rather, he was beginning to develop a state of literal "addiction" to that specific man...

Based on the wealth of experience gleaned from the smutty novels he had read in his previous world, Lucien knew perfectly well that this was the exact symptom of "pheromone dependency" frequently depicted in ABO fiction.

Based on the wealth of experience gleaned from the smutty novels he had read in his previous world, Lucien knew perfectly well that this was the exact symptom of "pheromone dependency" frequently depicted in ABO fiction.

The scorching heat billowed upward from his lower abdomen, surging along every single nerve neuron, turning his entire body into a parched sponge that was frantically thirsting for every single drop of water from the man hovering above him.

[Beep... Warning, the item is about to reach peak efficacy.]

The emotionless, mechanical voice of 000 rang out abruptly, standing in stark contrast to the boiling blood surging through Lucien’s veins. At this critical moment, he simply had no more time to ponder the contrasting nuances in 000’s responses.

[During the remaining duration of the effect, the host’s tactile senses and desire for physical contact will increase exponentially. The level of sensitivity is preparing to reach its maximum threshold.]

Then, the system coldly threw in one additional sentence.

[Recommendation: The host should avoid prolonged and excessive physical contact in order to protect the boundaries of sanity.]

Avoid excessive physical contact?

Lucien silently cursed out loud in his mind. How the hell was he supposed to avoid it? Lucien’s two hands were currently pinned tightly above the crown of his head by Dominic Vance, his legs were forced completely wide open, exposing even the most intimately private hidden corners, while the man’s gargantuan, veiny member, as scorchingly hot as a branded iron rod, was continuously grinding right at the entrance of his opening.

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