He had 680 energy points before.
Now... it was 880.
Just like what happened with Tsunade. Despite the lack of affection, despite the emotional distance between them, the surge in energy was undeniable.
So—did the increase in energy have little to do with his feelings at all?
Lux's face still held a trace of discomfort. She clearly disliked what she was doing. Yet, for the sake of her own beliefs, for a mistake she wanted to atone for, she forced herself to change—her image, her behavior.
Ryuji was increasingly convinced that his so-called "golden finger" was deeply flawed.
"If that's the case... then the fastest and most efficient way to gain energy is to... force women into emotional extremes?" He felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
It was absurd. Obviously, building trust and connection didn't generate as much power as being hated—deeply hated.
If energy was directly tied to emotional fluctuation, especially the kind that pushed someone to their psychological limits, then hypothetically… a woman who despised him to the core, yet was bound to serve him regardless, could grant him a massive burst of energy in one go.
It was a disturbing thought.
"Mr. Ryuji?" Lux's voice broke through his thoughts.
She coughed lightly, clearing her throat, then looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
"Did your energy increase?"
She asked with a seriousness that made it clear—whether he lied or not, whether he used her or not—it didn't matter. She was willing to do anything, anything, if it meant returning home faster. If it meant fixing what she'd broken.
"…I'm a little surprised, honestly," He muttered. "But yes. You helped me gain 200 points. That's not a small amount."
Lux lit up like sunlight breaking through heavy clouds.
"That's wonderful, Mr. Ryuji! Let's work together and keep going!"
She almost bounced with joy, eager, determined. She reached out again, her gloved hands no longer hesitant, and began repeating the motion she'd struggled with earlier. She wasn't refined, but she wasn't clueless either. She knew what she was doing, even if her actions were clumsy with inexperience.
Ryuji exhaled slowly, sinking back into the bed.
"Maybe this isn't such a bad thing after all," he thought, closing his eyes and gently running his fingers through her soft, golden hair. "At least this way, I won't have to act like a stallion going door-to-door."
Lux was giving it her all—more than she probably should have. All in the name of gathering energy quickly, for herself, for Kiri, for some distant goal neither had clearly spoken of yet. But not everything could be solved by effort alone.
Still, when she pushed herself past her limit, pushing his dick deeper in her throat suppressing her desire to vomit and kept going until he felt sensations he'd never experienced before...
Ryuji released his load again.
But this time, the energy gain… wasn't quite as much.
"This time… only 80 points, Lux…"
Ryuji scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed. It felt like he was running a scam — telling a girl she was "doing it wrong" just to get more. But Lux didn't flinch. She simply brushed her messy golden hair back, cheeks flushed and lips parted as she caught her breath.
"…Maybe because I wasn't as desperate anymore," she muttered.
Truth be told, she was exhausted.
Holding her breath that long, moving her tongue tirelessly, adjusting the angle of suction and pressure… it was very tiring.
So this time, after getting Ryuji fully hard she decided to switch up her approach.
Instead of softly nibbling or teasing like before, she pushed the full length of his cock into her mouth, like brushing her teeth — slowly, evenly, letting him feel every ridge of her white teeth, the plush gums underneath, and the taut pressure of her cheeks as they puffed out like a child with a lollipop.
It was obscene.
And adorable.
Her expression was so sincere, so determined, like she was solving a difficult problem in class — but with her mouth full of his dick. Her pale, beautiful cheeks bulged just enough to accentuate that innocent, doll-like look. Her eyes shone with unyielding concentration.
Ryuji couldn't help it — he reached down and gently stroked Lux's golden head.She responded instantly.
A playful glint lit her eyes. She gave a tiny bite to the tip of his shaft with her molars, just enough to make him twitch. Then she began to rotate her body, carefully shifting until her soft, tight rear was facing him — presenting herself like a cat stretching out, subtle and unspoken.
She'd been trained for this.
"Is this okay?" she whispered between movements.
She wanted him to touch her. To grab her thighs, spread them, feel her hips — anything that would trigger a more intense response from him, and maybe, just maybe, make him finish faster.
He understood that. And it made everything twice as absurd.
Kiri — rough, wild, and hardened by a harsh life — was unexpectedly awkward and shy during their daytime tryst, like a girl at her first school dance.
But Lux… sweet, clean, picture-perfect Lux, with her elegant air and royal upbringing — was this skilled? This eager?
It was intoxicating.
He touched her — slender legs, a smaller and tighter rear than even Erina's — and felt, for the first time in a while, like royalty.
No, not royalty.
A king.
After all, Lux was basically a princess — a noble in Demacia, destined for political marriage to Jarvan. And now? Here she was, on her knees, cheeks stuffed, ass up.
Yes. A king.
The thought alone sent a thrill up his spine.
And just then, as Lux locked her teeth gently around the tip again, knowing the moment was coming—
The door slammed open.
Kiri walked in. Wearing nothing but lingerie.
"..."
She saw everything.
Lux's bulging cheeks.
The perfect, obscene posture.
The long, hard object that clearly didn't belong in her mouth, now half-hidden between soft lips and flushed skin.
Kiri froze. Then she smiled.
Clapped slowly. And casually lifted her M60 machine gun.
"What the FUCK are you two doing?!"
A storm of bullets shredded the bedframe beneath them. Splinters and smoke erupted in every direction — and Lux, startled, accidentally bit down.
"Agh—!"His whole body jerked violently, his voice breaking under the tension that had been coiling inside him for far too long.
And then—he came.
A torrent of blinding white cum erupted, slicing through the air in a smooth, almost elegant arc. It twisted mid-air, reshaping itself as if dancing through the atmosphere, a glistening stream guided by some invisible will.
Kiri, standing by the door in nothing but her underwear, watched it all unfold in slow motion. Her combat-honed vision caught every frame—every flicker of light and motion—yet it still wasn't fast enough.
The moment she processed what was flying at her, it was already too late.
Splashed.
Right across her face.
Right into her eyes.
Kiri froze in place, drenched and momentarily blinded, her mouth twitching with disbelief.
Silence. Absolute, suffocating silence.
Then…
"Eleven times," Ryuji muttered blankly, still trembling.
"The speed... and the volume. Both boosted elevenfold."
It had been a subconscious trigger—a system response. The instinctive recognition of an ambush had activated a full combat output, unintentionally launching a magical… counterattack.
And Kiri? She just stood there, wiping her face slowly with the back of her hand. She blinked. Once. Twice.
Then she smiled.
It wasn't a warm smile. It was the kind of smile you give someone right before they die.
Still dripping, she pulled out her revolver with a terrifying calmness, cocked it with one hand, and tilted her head slightly.
"Now then," she said sweetly, her voice as soft as sugar and twice as deadly.
"How exactly would you like to die?"
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Bonus chapter target: 400 PS.