Lucian caught sight of a blazing red blur racing toward him — a massive presence tearing through the Dimensional Gap like a comet. He didn't need to guess who it was. Great Red.
"Yeah, not today," he muttered, and blinked out of existence before the Dragon of Dreams could notice him.
Outside the Gap, he re-anchored himself to the mortal plane and invoked All-Seeing Seer. The world unfolded before him in fractal layers of perception — light, thought, memory, all laid bare. Within seconds he located Asia, safe and alive, walking through Kuoh Town beside a rather familiar brown-haired boy.
"Issei?" Lucian murmured, narrowing his eyes. The scan confirmed it — the boy hadn't even died in this world. His Sacred Gear had awakened, protecting him somehow. How, Lucian couldn't discern, but the outcome was surprising nonetheless.
The fallen angels that should've been in town were gone — save for a lone corrupted priest brooding in an abandoned church. Right, the lunatic exorcist, Lucian thought, already losing interest. Since Asia was with Issei, he decided not to interfere. Whatever else Issei was, his heart was usually in the right place.
One step through Essence of Nomad, and Lucian appeared in front of Sona's family mansion.
"Ring ding," he chimed, pressing the bell.
The door opened to reveal Tsubaki, smiling warmly. "Oh, Lucian. Welcome. Come in, come in."
Inside, Sona's peerage was gathered around the living room table — surrounded by towers of paperwork.
"Hi, office workers," Lucian greeted with mock sympathy.
Tsubasa groaned dramatically. "See, President! Even Lucian thinks you're overworking us!"
Sona didn't even look up from her papers. "That so? Then perhaps you'd like to share in my suffering." She promptly handed Tsubasa another stack.
"Nooo!" Tsubasa cried, collapsing into her chair while the others chuckled.
Lucian grinned. He'd stayed here before, enough to feel at ease among them — though Sona's calm authority always made the air a little heavier.
"Lucian, come on," Sona said, tugging his sleeve as she stood. "Let's talk upstairs."
He followed her up to her room, the sound of paper groans echoing below. "So what's with all the sudden workload?" he asked.
Sona sighed, opening a drawer and pulling out travel clothes. "Because while I was gone, they treated it like a vacation. No work, no training. Now I'm correcting that mistake."
"Poor them," Lucian chuckled, leaning against the wall.
"They'll survive," she said primly, though a faint smile tugged her lips. She began packing, careful and methodical — the perfect reflection of her personality. Yet every so often, her gaze flicked toward him, softer than usual.
Once she finished, she turned with a smirk. "Care for a match?"
Lucian raised an eyebrow. "Chess?"
"Of course."
They sat across from each other at the low table. Sona moved first, her motions graceful and confident. She was good — no surprise there — but Lucian's mind worked like a living computer. Before his life had gone to hell, he'd been a prodigy, a grandmaster at thirteen, his name whispered in tournaments. With his enhanced cognition now, chess was little more than child's play.
Still, he didn't rush. He wanted to enjoy it — the focus in her eyes, the faint curve of her lips when she thought she'd trapped him. Move by move, he dismantled her defenses until the end came quietly.
A smothered mate.
Sona blinked, realizing she'd fallen for something so simple. Then she laughed softly, shaking her head. "Impressive… I didn't expect that."
The system chimed in his head:
{Sona's Affection Score increased by +3}
{5× Multiplier Applied.}
{Total Increase: +15.}
{Current Score: 84 → 99.}
{Relationship Type: Friendship / Crush → Deep Crush}
{Affection Threshold: Curiosity / Romantic Interest → Romantic Feelings}
Lucian grinned. "Guess I win."
Sona hesitated, then said quietly, "You know… among devils, arranged marriages are common. To avoid mine, I once told my family I'd only marry whoever could beat me at chess."
He leaned forward, eyes glinting. "Oh? Are you proposing, then?"
She met his gaze, a teasing smirk curving her lips. "Depends. Would you accept it?"
Lucian stood, closing the small distance between them until he could feel her breath. "Only an idiot would reject someone like you," he whispered.
Her blush deepened, eyes shimmering between defiance and vulnerability. The tension thickened like charged air. One heartbeat. Then another.
And then she tilted her chin up.
Their lips met — soft, searching, and real.
The kiss deepened almost unconsciously; her hands found his chest, his fingers traced the line of her jaw.
Lucian gripped Sona's chin firmly, his lips crashing down on hers in a hungry, demanding kiss. Their tongues clashed and danced, saliva exchanging in a wet, passionate frenzy. He pulled her flush against him, his hands roaming her body, gripping her waist possessively.
His hands slid down to her ass, kneading and squeezing through the thin fabric of her skirt. Sona responded with a moan, her tongue delving deeper into his mouth, claiming him with a fervor that matched his own.
Lucian's hands traveled lower, hitching up her skirt, his fingers brushing against the lace of her panties. The thin barrier did little to hide the heat of her body, and he could feel the dampness of her arousal even through the fabric.
Sona pulled back, her glasses fogged from their intense kiss. With a playful smirk, she removed them, tossing them aside carelessly. Just as she reached for the hem of her shirt, Lucian captured her lips again, his hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, her waist, her hips.
He trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his tongue exploring the delicate skin, marking her as his. Sona shivered, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she explored his body, feeling the hard planes of his muscles, the heat of his skin.
With a flick of her fingers, she undid her bra, revealing her small but perky breasts. She shied away slightly, but Lucian didn't hesitate. He captured one nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, his tongue swirling around it, teasing and taunting.
"Ahh.." A moan escaped Sona's lips as Lucian gave a light bite to her nipple, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her body.
Lucian's clothes were quickly discarded, revealing a body that was sculpted to perfection. Sona's eyes darted towards his manhood, standing tall and ready, a thick, hard length that made her mouth water with anticipation.
But Sona wasn't one to back out from a challenge. She came close, her hands wrapping around his thick shaft, stroking him firmly, her grip tight and sure. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a husky whisper.
"I might not be able to go all the way today," she said, her breath hot against his skin, "but I can definitely take care of this."
With a wicked grin, she slid to her knees, her eyes locked on his. Her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, her wet lips sliding over his shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. She tasted the mix of his pre-cum and her own saliva, a strange and intoxicating flavor that only served to heighten her arousal.
"Yeashhh" Lucian's breath caught as the pleasure exploded through him. But it wasn't over yet. Sona took him deeper, her wet mouth covering his dick, the sounds of her sucking and the wet noises of their coupling filling the room, a symphony of desire and need.
"I'm about to cum." Lucian announced, his voice strained with pleasure, his body tensing as he neared the edge.
"Plop…" Sona took his dick out, her lips soaked in precum, her eyes locked on his. "Don't worry, put the load in me," she said, her voice husky with desire, her body aching with need.
"Gluk gluck gluk.." Suddenly, Sona's mouth was filled with a large amount of cum, the taste of him exploding on her tongue, thick and salty and so fucking good. Lucian almost dropped himself from the intensity of the pleasure but managed to catch himself, collapsing onto the bed, his body sated and his mind spinning with the afterglow of their encounter, his body still throbbing with the echoes of their passion.
. . .
Later, the room was quiet save for the rhythm of their breathing. Sona lay against his shoulder, hair tousled, her voice soft and playful. "Well… my sister should be here any minute. We should probably clean up before she decides to teleport straight into my room."
Lucian chuckled, brushing a strand of silver-black hair from her face. "Yeah, that might be hard to explain."
She smiled faintly, fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest. "Next time, though… I won't let you win so easily."
He smirked, meeting her gaze. "I'll hold you to that."
A/n: I didn't really get a good answer so I'm trying in chapter R-18 than I'll try whole R-18 chapter.
Also finding an AI that could edit with R-18 stuff so it might not be the best quality stuff. I'll try to improve on that front I suppose.