The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System

i'm extremely busy sorry for neglecting the book...it is all to be filled today, something became up, i couldn't write

as the intensity of their moment slowly faded, the room was filled with the sounds of their labored breaths. felicia, her body still trembling from the waves of pleasure, looked up at leon with a mix of awe and vulnerability. the rawness of what had just transpired left her exposed, her emotions a tangled mess of satisfaction and confusion.

leon, however, seemed composed, his gaze steady as he regarded her with a calm but firm expression. for a moment, there was a silence between them, heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts.

felicia, her voice shaky, tried to break the tension. "leon… that was…"

leon cut her off gently but firmly. "you got what you came for, felicia," he said, his tone even and measured. "now, it's time for you to go."

his words, though not harsh, carried a clear finality. felicia blinked, trying to reconcile the man who had just shared such an intimate moment with her with the one who now spoke with such calm detachment. she opened her mouth to respond, but something in his steady gaze told her there was no room for argument.

without further delay, she gathered her scattered clothes, her hands trembling slightly as she dressed under his watchful eye. there was no anger or cruelty in his demeanor, just a quiet authority that left no room for hesitation.

as she stood, finally dressed but still feeling the vulnerability of the moment, leon stepped closer, his presence overwhelming yet not oppressive. he reached out, gently tilting her chin up so that her eyes met his. "remember this," he said softly, his voice low but firm. "you came to me. don't forget who's in control."

with those final words, he released her, stepping back with a calm satisfaction on his face. felicia swallowed hard, her emotions swirling between lingering desire and a strange, twisted sense of fulfillment. she had come seeking something, and leon had given it to her—but at a price she hadn't fully anticipated.

without another word, she turned and walked away, her legs trembling slightly as she made her way out of the room. the door closed behind her with a soft thud, and she realized she was no longer the same woman who had entered.

leon stood there for a moment, his eyes still fixed on the door through which she had left. a faint smile played on his lips as he savored the memory of their encounter, knowing full well that felicia would be yearning for more—because deep down, he knew she was drawn to the control he wielded over her, even if she wasn't ready to admit it yet.

but to bad, he wasn't planning to remain in this place the rest of his life, not that he has a thing for her anyways

leon stood alone in the quiet room, the air still heavy with the remnants of their recent encounter. the door through which felicia had exited was now shut, leaving him in a moment of solitude. he inhaled deeply, letting the calm wash over him as he collected his thoughts. there was no room for distractions; his mind had to be sharp for the journey that lay ahead.

with a subtle motion of his hand, leon summoned his katana from his soul subspace. the weapon materialized in his grip, its familiar weight grounding him in the present. he drew the blade slowly, the smooth ring of metal against the sheath filling the silent room. as the blade gleamed in the soft morning light, leon stared at it, his reflection faintly visible on the polished surface.

for a moment, his thoughts drifted away from the immediate future and back to the memories that clung to him like shadows—memories of amelia and seraphina. their faces surfaced in his mind, vivid and clear, bringing with them a mix of emotions. the time he spent with them, though fraught with tension and uncertainty, were good times in their own way.

moments of quiet connection, of shared challenges, and of subtle, unspoken bonds.

he could still feel the warmth of amelia's presence, her laughter in his ears, the way she would look at him when she thought he wasn't paying attention. seraphina's cool, calculating gaze and the brief moments when her icy demeanor softened, revealing a depth of emotion that she kept well-hidden from the world.

they were both a part of his journey, shaping him in ways he hadn't fully understood until now.

leon let out a quiet sigh, his grip tightening slightly on the katana's hilt before he allowed the tension to ease away. the memories were a reminder of what he was leaving behind—but also of what he was moving toward. with every step forward, he carried a part of those experiences with him, lessons learned and bonds formed that would not be easily broken.

after a moment, he sheathed the blade, the metal sliding back into place with a decisive click. the katana vanished back into his soul subspace, its presence a comforting weight in the back of his mind, ready to be summoned whenever he needed it.

leon stood there for a moment longer, his gaze still on the spot where the blade had been. then, with a sense of quiet resolution, he turned toward the door. the road ahead was uncertain, but he felt ready for it—more so now than ever before.

with a final glance around the room, leon stepped out, closing the door behind him with a sense of finality. the path ahead was long, but he would walk it with confidence, carrying the strength of his past with him into the future.

the morning light began to seep through the edges of the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. leon stood near the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon. the sun was just beginning to rise, painting the sky with streaks of pink and gold. it was a new day, and with it came the promise of new challenges.

he had spent enough time in this place. the events of the previous night were already fading into memory, a mere distraction on his path. his mind was focused on what lay ahead—the academy, where his true journey would begin. but before that, there was still one last thing he needed to do.

with a final glance around the room, leon straightened his posture and headed towards the door. he moved with purpose, his steps echoing softly in the quiet hallways. the inn was still largely asleep, the usual bustle of the day yet to begin. it was the perfect time to slip away unnoticed.

as he stepped outside, the cool morning air greeted him, sharp and refreshing. the streets were nearly empty, save for a few early risers going about their business. leon's eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the stillness of the dawn. it was a peaceful moment, but he knew that peace was fleeting.

his thoughts briefly drifted to felicia. he knew she would eventually return, drawn back by whatever had compelled her to seek him out in the first place. but that was a matter for another time. for now, his focus was on the road ahead.

leon's hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment before he finally turned it, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. as he opened the door, his eyes were met with an unexpected sight—a figure standing just outside, her posture tense, almost as if she had been mustering the courage to knock.

the woman before him was nothing short of captivating. she was dressed in a sheer, delicate piece of lingerie that clung to her curves in a way that was both provocative and inviting. the fabric was a deep shade of crimson, accentuating the soft, warm tones of her skin. lace traced intricate patterns across her body, teasingly revealing and concealing in equal measure.

her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was a perfect blend of innocence and desire, with large, doe-like eyes that held a mix of apprehension and something more daring. i

leon's gaze swept over her, taking in every detail. the lingerie, with its thin straps and barely-there coverage, left little to the imagination. the way it hugged her waist, the slight curve of her hips, and the gentle swell of her breasts all spoke to a careful design meant to entice and provoke.

the fabric shimmered slightly in the dim light, the transparency of it leaving no doubt about the intentions behind her appearance. i

her hands fidgeted nervously in front of her, her fingers twisting together as she stood there, clearly uncertain but resolute. it was obvious that she was aware of the effect she had on him, and that awareness only seemed to heighten her allure. a i

leon's eyes darkened as the familiar pull of his incubus nature a i