Chapter 170: Academy’s Entrance Final Phase [9]

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Academy’s Entrance Final Phase [9]

Giselle tried to twist free the moment we left the roof edge.

The chains answered before I could.

They closed around both her arms on their own, blue links tightening with a precision I had not ordered, pinning her elbows against her ribs as my hands finally finished what the override had started.

Fingers locked around her throat.

Not hard enough to crush.

Hard enough to own the airway and the pulse beneath it.

I tried to open my hands.

Nothing happened.

The fifty-percent wall had become a suggestion.

Now it’s hunger that was driving.

We hit the lower roof together, me on top, the impact driving the air from both our lungs in a single shared rush.

Dust and broken tile sprayed outward.

Giselle’s hands came up immediately: one fistful of my hair yanking my head back, the other clamping around my own neck with enough force to have blacked out a normal support in seconds.

It didn’t hurt.

None of it hurt.

The pressure registered as information only.

The override had already decided that pain from this particular target was optional.

[Succubus Override Climbing: 52%... 53%...]

A smile pulled at my mouth that didn’t belong to the part of me still watching from behind the glass.

It felt wrong on my face.

Too wide.

I leaned down and kissed her.

Hard.

Closed-mouthed at first, forcing the contact even while the last clean corner of my mind screamed that this was the exact line I had sworn not to cross again.

Giselle made a muffled sound against my lips—

"Mmph—"

—and tried to shove me off with pure physical strength.

The kiss drank the attempt.

Mana left her in a continuous thread the moment skin met skin.

[Vital Kiss Activated]

[Target core density: Extreme]

[Drain rate: Host-limited | Override-assisted]

[Secondary effect: Cognitive compliance rising]

Her core was larger than anything I had touched before.

Larger than Jenna’s.

Larger than the energy I had taken from Lain or the elongated woman.

It fought the draw like a living thing, but the override simply adjusted and kept pulling.

Between one kiss and the next, I opened my mouth just long enough for a deeper contact, tongue against hers, and the thread thickened.

[Initiating deep draw...]

[Progress: 0.5%]

Power hit my bloodstream like cold fire.

My body felt lighter.

Faster.

The bruises Lain had left, the cut across my shoulder, the deep fatigue of the entire peel, all of it receded under a rising, almost euphoric clarity.

[Succubus Transformation: 2.5%]

Huh?

The panel was new.

I stared at it for a fraction of a second, even while my mouth stayed locked on hers.

Transformation.

Not a skill or a passive attack.

A percentage that had not existed before I forced the extraction on an Empress-line core.

The system offered no further explanation.

I pulled back just far enough to look down at her.

Giselle’s red eyes were still open, still furious, but the focus had started to blur at the edges.

Her struggles were no longer clean.

The class was doing something to the contact beyond simple theft: softening resistance, rewriting the fight into something that looked, from the outside, almost willing.

"Not so brave now?"

The voice that came out of my throat was mine and not mine.

"Will your mother watch this, Giselle? Do you think I get to fuck her next?"

Her entire body detonated with power.

Every remaining reserve she had went into a single, desperate expulsion meant to throw me clear.

The red chain flared so bright it left after-images.

The rooftop cracked beneath us.

The draw simply accelerated.

Her own output became fuel.

The progress ticker climbed another tenth of a percent while she tried to burn me off her.

[Progress: 0.6%]

[Target compliance: Increasing]

[Warning: Forced anchor protocol available]

The system reached for something I had never authorised. 𝚏𝗋ℯⅇ

[Setting Giselle as Anchor...]

No.

I felt her energy begin to slot toward the space beside Gianna’s primary channel, an Empress-line signature being dragged into the network by pure override logic.

The part of me that was still Revien slammed against the inside of the fifty-three percent like a man trying to break a door with his bare hands.

My mouth left hers.

I had time to see the exact shade of rage and humiliation in her eyes—

—then my body left the ground without my permission.

Something hit me from the side with enough force to tear me off her and carry both of us through the nearest wall in a shower of concrete and rebar.

I hit the interior floor hard, rolled, and came up on one knee with the taste of her still in my mouth and the override still screaming for more contact.

Gianna stood in the new opening she had made, nose bleeding freely, chest heaving, markers completely dark around her hands.

Her powers were unstable.

Whatever Giselle had done during the throw, or whatever the portal had left in her, had stripped the telekinesis clean out of her for the moment.

She could still move and swing a fist.

But the telekinesis itself was weak.

Gianna looked at me like she was deciding whether to finish what the wall had started.

"Wake up, asshole," she said, voice raw.

"What about not going around kissing others?"

The yellow in my vision flickered.

For a single, fragile second, the override dropped.

Then it sped up.

[Succubus Override Climbing: 59%... 60%...]

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and felt the stolen percentage of Giselle’s core still coiling under my ribs like a second, colder heart.

"Gianna... You missed me?"

Her hands moved slowly.

"Oh, stop it."

I walked around, hands behind my back.

"Don’t you recognise me?"

She was cautious.

Her eyes flickered to Giselle for a second before looking at me.

"You were the one who drained me?"

A creepy smile formed on my face.

"That’s right. If it wasn’t for your bitch of a mother, Gia, we would be together now. You inside me. Just like I wanted."