"Growing up, fitting in had always been rough for a guy like me. My mom always had different boyfriends over and some of them didn't like me all too much." Judas smiled, his face inches from Amelia's. "Found myself in arcades, spending spare quarters on claw machines, racing games, you know the works."
"Judas...?"
He shook his head gently, resting his thumb on her cheek. Her skin was hot to the touch.
"Mom always prioritized those men over me. It made it hard to trust women, so I never tried even in college. Always assumed I was one of those people destined to stay single and live life alone. I had made peace with that."
His blue eyes stared deeply into the class idol who was paralyzed by his stare. She hadn't moved, but her shoulders rose and fell a little faster.
"Casinos do the same thing arcades used to," he said. "They drown everything else out. That feeling that you don't matter." He swallowed. "So it's strange how fast everything changed. Going viral. My first fight without the influence of alcohol. And then…" His eyes dropped, just for a second, to her lips. "…having a beautiful girl actually pursue me."
He drew closer, bringing a knee between her legs, causing Amelia to suck in a quiet breath.
"I like you, and because I like you I want to know what's going through your mind. Breaking into my place. The constant texts. Who are you really, and who am I to you?"
The life returned in Amelia's eyes, her mouth opening wider. Her lips parted, color flooding her cheeks as she stared at him, frozen between wanting to pull away and wanting to lean in closer.
"I... am everything my sisters aren't," she choked out, her voice wavering on each syllable. "At dinner, father would brag about their degrees, their engagement, their grace. Then he'd look at me and sigh. I was the 'clumsy' one. The 'dull' daughter."
She squeezed her eyes shut, a jagged sob escaping her throat. "And when I finally thought someone saw me in high school, my first boyfriend, he was worse. He'd spend hours telling me how lucky I was that anyone wanted a girl as 'broken' and 'average' as me. He used to make me stand in front of the mirror and point out every flaw until I was shaking, just so he could comfort me."
She reached out, her fingers trembling as they gripped the fabric of Judas's shirt, bunching it tightly in her fists. "That's why I became the 'class idol' or 'ice queen', whatever labels they use for me. If I made myself unreachable..." she sighed, squeezing his shirt tighter. "They couldn't get close to me anymore. It's been so cold, Judas," she said trembling.
"Every day is just... silence. I've lived in this self-made prison for years, just watching the world as if I wasn't a part of it."
"Amelia I—"
A fresh wave of tears spilled over, hot and fast, soaking into the collar of his shirt as she pressed her face into his shoulder. She was shivering now.
"I've always loved fairy tales. Isn't that pathetic? A girl like me, obsessed with stories of knights rescuing the princess. I've been secretly hoping that someone would rescue me. I didn't care if he was perfect, as long as he chose me."
She pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his blue gaze for any signs of rejection.
"And then you came, and fought for me. For absolutely no reason. You didn't even know me, but you risked yourself for my sake."
A sharp pang of guilt slammed into Judas's chest. It was the system. It wasn't for you. I'm... so sorry. Fuck.
"I'm terrified, Judas. I'm terrified that if I let go of your hand, I'll fall back into that silence and never come out. Please, don't make me go back there. I don't want to be the 'Ice Queen' anymore. Just... yours."
Judas felt the frantic beat of her heart against his chest, a trapped bird finally finding a cage it actually wanted to be in. As a gambler, he knew a desperate bet when he saw one.
Amelia wasn't just offering him her affection; she was pushing her entire life across the table and betting it all on a man she barely knew. She's broken, he thought, his jaw tightening. If I handle this wrong, she'll shatter. If I handle it right... she's mine.
He knew a "healthy" relationship was a long shot—nearly impossible given the yandere gleam in her eyes—but he made a silent, grim pact with himself. He would take responsibility for this wreck of a girl. He'd be the knight she wanted, even if his armor was tarnished by the smoke of cigarettes, and cracked with years of wasteful habits.
"I'm going to make you forget every word they ever said to you," Judas murmured, his face inches from hers. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "Every mark they left, I'm going to overwrite."
He felt her body go weak, her head falling back against the wall as a low, needy moan escaped her. The desperation in her was palpable, a hunger that had been suppressed for a lifetime.
"Judas... please," she whimpered, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer with a strength born of pure obsession. "Make me yours. Just... take everything."
[SUBQUEST - TAKE AMELIA HART'S VIRGINITY: ACTIVE]
Right. I chose to see this through.
[INTIMACY MODE: ACTIVATED]
[AROUSAL: 61%]
The notification faded, leaving the sight of Amelia lying back, facing him with a hungry stare.
Judas's hands slid to Amelia's waist, gripping the bare skin where her hoodie had ridden up. She shivered at the contact, her whole body trembling with anticipation and fear.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, giving her one last chance to back out. "Once we do this, there's no going back."
"I don't want to go back." Her hands found his face, pulling him down until their foreheads touched. "You chose me. Let me keep choosing you, Judas." She kissed him, and this time there was no desperation, only certainty. A decision was made.
He kissed her back, slower now, trying to memorize the taste of her. Cherry lip gloss and tears. His hands traced up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.
He raised the hoodie further, revealing a white laced bra, already halfway slid down her breasts.
He broke away just long enough to reach behind her, unhooking the bra with trembling fingers. It fell between them, forgotten, and suddenly there was nothing between his hands and her skin.
And Judas forgot how to breathe.
"Don't just stare," she whispered, voice shaking with vulnerability. "Say something."
Her breasts were perfect, full and round, easily filling his hands, with pale pink nipples that hardened under his gaze. Not too large, not too small. Just perfect handfuls that made his mouth water and his cock strain painfully against his sweatpants.
"You're beautiful."
"Liar. My sisters and other girls are far more—"
"I don't give a fuck about your sisters." He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden further under his touch. "These are perfect. You're perfect."
She gasped, back arching, pressing herself more fully into his palms. "Judas..."
"So soft," he murmured, kneading gently. "The class idol is so sensitive."
"It's because you're touching me," she shot back breathlessly.
He lowered his mouth to her neck, kissing the hollow of her throat where her pulse hammered wildly. She gasped, head falling back against the wall, hands flying to his hair.
His lips traced lower, across her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the hardened peak, and Amelia made a sound that was half moan, half sob.
His hand worked her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers while his mouth continued its assault. Amelia's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting, but he didn't care. The sounds she was making were driving him insane.
"I didn't know—" She could barely form words. "I didn't know it could feel like this—"
He switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her neglected breast. His tongue traced circles around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth, and Amelia's whole body shuddered.
"Please—" Her voice was wrecked. "Please don't stop—"
"Can I touch you?" His fingers traced the waistband.
"Yes. God yes—please—!"
He slipped his hand inside, beneath the lace of her underwear, and found her wet. Soaked. The evidence of her arousal coating his fingers immediately.
"Jesus, Amelia..." His voice was strained. "You're dripping."
[AROUSAL - 74%]
It's... strange. It's like my hands know exactly where to go. Where to touch. What makes her body tick. Is this the system... Intimacy mode or whatever? I should be clumsy, struggling, nervous, but this just feels right.
"I can't help it—" Her voice broke on a gasp as his fingers explored, sliding through her folds, learning what made her shudder, what made her moan. "You do this to me—just thinking about you makes me—"
He found her clit, circling it with gentle pressure, and Amelia's hips jerked forward involuntarily. Her legs shook, threatening to give out, so he pressed her more firmly against the wall with his body.
"I've got you," he murmured. "Let go. I won't let you fall."
His fingers worked her in slow, deliberate circles while his mouth returned to her breast. The combination was overwhelming—his lips on her sensitive nipple, his hand between her legs, the heat of his body pressing against hers.
Amelia was trembling now, completely lost in sensation, her breathing coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Something's happening—I feel like I'm going to—"
"That's it." He increased the pressure slightly, maintaining the rhythm. "Just let it happen."
"Judas—I can't—it's too much—"
"Yes, you can." His voice was firm, commanding, vibrating against her breast. "Come for me, Amelia."
She broke completely.
Her whole body went rigid, back arching off the mattress, breasts pressing into his face as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She tried to muffle her scream against his shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin hard enough to leave marks. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, and he could feel her trembling through every aftershock.
[AMELIA HART - AROUSAL: CRITICAL]
[AFFECTION: 99 -> 99.5%]
When she finally came down, she was crying, her full breasts heaving with each gasping breath.
"That was...I've never—" She looked at him with wonder and something that might have been fear. "Is it always like that?"
"I don't know," he admitted, pulling his hand free and bringing his glistening fingers up between them. "I've never done this before either."
Her eyes widened, fixed on his fingers coated with her arousal. "You're a—really?"
"Really."
Something in her expression transformed. The vulnerability gave way to possessiveness, to triumph. "So I'm your first too."
"Yeah."
"Good." She grabbed his wrist, bringing his fingers to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, tasting herself on his skin, and Judas nearly lost his mind. "Good. That means you're completely mine."
"You're so possessive aren't you?" he teased, voice muffled through the kiss.
"Mhm. I can't help it." Her hands found the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. When her fingers traced the newly defined muscles of his chest and stomach, her breathing quickened again.
"Still so perfect. How are you so perfect?" she whispered, palm sliding over his abs, feeling each ridge.
He didn't answer. How was he supposed to explain the system, the leveling up, the physical changes in his body? So he just kissed her instead, pouring everything he couldn't say into the press of his lips against hers.
Amelia's hands slid lower, tugging at his sweatpants with trembling fingers. He helped her, shoving them down along with his boxers, and suddenly he was exposed. Vulnerable.
She stared, eyes widening at his length, at the evidence of exactly how much he wanted her.
"That's..." She swallowed hard, hand reaching out tentatively to wrap around him. He hissed at the contact. "That's supposed to fit inside me?"
Despite everything, he laughed gently. "We'll go slow. If it's too much, we stop. Okay?"
"Okay." She nodded, though her hands were shaking as she pushed down her own shorts and underwear. "Okay. I trust you."
They moved to the bed, and Judas finally got to see all of her. The curve of her waist flaring into full hips. Thighs that were soft and thick. The triangle of blonde curls between her legs. Her breasts swaying gently as she moved.
Amelia lay back against his pillows, and the streetlight from the window in his bedroom painted her skin in silver, illuminating every curve she'd been taught to hate. Her breasts pooled slightly to the sides, nipples still hard and flushed from his mouth.
"You're staring again," she whispered.
"Can't help it." He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them wider. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
He kissed down her body, her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, then lower.
"Wait—what are you—"
He pressed his mouth to her core, and Amelia nearly came off the bed.
"Oh my God—Judas—"
He tasted her properly now, tongue sliding through her folds, finding her clit. She was sweet and musky and addictive, and he couldn't get enough.
"You can't—people don't—oh fuck—"
He doubled his efforts, hands gripping her thighs to keep her still as his tongue worked her over. Amelia's hands flew to his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
"I'm going to already—again—!"
She came on his tongue, body arching, thighs clamping around his head as she rode out the waves. He didn't stop, working her through it until she was pushing at his shoulders, too sensitive to continue.
When he finally pulled back, his chin was wet, and Amelia was staring at him like he'd just rewritten her entire understanding of pleasure.
"Now," he said, positioning himself at her entrance. "Now I'm going to make you mine."
The heat of her against him made his vision blur. He reached between them, positioning himself, and pushed forward slowly.
Immediate resistance, blood trickling down her inner thighs. Amelia tensed, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, hands flying to his shoulders.
"Breathe," he murmured, stopping. "Just breathe with me."
She did, forcing herself to relax, and he pushed forward again. Inch by careful inch, he worked himself inside, feeling her stretch around him. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples brushing against his chest.
"It hurts," she whimpered, tears spilling over.
"I know. I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper despite the pain. "Don't stop—please don't stop."
He pushed forward again, and suddenly the resistance gave way. He slid home, buried fully inside her tight heat, and they both gasped at the sensation.
"Oh God—" Amelia's back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest, her whole body trembling. "You're so deep—I can feel you everywhere—"
Judas held completely still, jaw clenched, fighting every instinct to move. She was so tight, gripping him like a vice, so hot he thought he might lose his mind. Her inner walls squeezed around his cock, inviting him deeper.
"Are you okay?" His voice came out strangled.
"I don't know—" She was crying now, overwhelmed. "It hurts but it also feels like I need you to move more."
He pulled back slowly, carefully, then pushed forward again. Amelia moaned, the sound half pain, half pleasure, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.
"Like that?" he asked.
"Yes—again—do it again—"
He established a rhythm—slow, deep strokes that made Amelia's eyes roll back. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through both of them, her breasts moving with every impact, her inner walls gradually relaxing to accommodate him.
"You feel so good," he groaned, watching where they joined, then looking up to see her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
"Harder—" She pulled him down, breasts pressing fully against his chest. "I can take it."
He obliged, thrusting deeper, faster. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with their gasping breaths and her desperate moans.
His hand slid between them, finding her clit again, and Amelia nearly sobbed.
"Too much—it's too much—"
"You can take it." He circled the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. "You're doing so good."
The praise broke something in her. Her inner walls clenched around him, and she moaned louder, uninhibited now.
"Say it again—tell me I'm good—"
"You're perfect," he groaned, rhythm faltering. "Taking my cock so well. Your pussy feels amazing. So tight."
Is that my voice? Am I speaking right now? Who am I? What the hell—
"Yours—only yours." Her words destroyed all of his thoughts.
He could feel her climbing toward something, her whole body tensing, breasts flushed pink, breathing becoming more erratic. He increased the pressure on her clit, angled his hips to hit deeper, and thrust harder.
"Judas—I think—something's—"
"Let go," he commanded. "Come for me."
Amelia's eyes went wide, her full breasts heaving one more time, and then she was falling.
She came with a scream that she barely managed to muffle against his shoulder, her whole body convulsing. Her inner walls clamped down on him so tight it was almost painful, rhythmically pulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her breasts pressed against him, nipples hard as diamonds.
The sensation of her coming around him destroyed what little control Judas had left. He buried himself as deep as he could and came with a groan that might have been her name, spilling inside her as pleasure whited out his vision.
[SUBQUEST COMPLETE: AMELIA HART'S VIRGINITY TAKEN]
[REWARD PROCESSING...]
[ENDER'S WATCH - ACQUIRED]
[71 EXP GAINED]
[LEVEL UP! 1 -> 2]
[AMELIA HART - AFFECTION: 98% → 100%]
[BOND STATUS: ABSOLUTE DEVOTION]
[WARNING: SUBJECT COMPLETELY OBSESSED]
What the... Judas couldn't straighten out his thoughts to process the system's text.
[MAIN QUEST COMPLETE! - MAKE AMELIA HART FALL]
[REWARD PROCESSING...]
[441 EXP GAINED]
[LEVEL UP! 2 -> 6]
[SKILL TREE UNLOCKED!]
[JACKPOT CLAIMED! (SSR RANK) CHEAT ABILITY: "I CAN'T STOP WINNING!"]