Chapter 212: Eruption of Desire

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Eruption of Desire

Looking at the five Sub-human girls before him, who seemed ready to offer up their bodies at any moment, Lance felt a headache coming on.

’I have the Heroic Spirit Baptism tomorrow, how could I have time to be fooling around here?’

Besides, he’d heard plenty about "Immortal Jumps" in his past life. Who knew what kind of background these girls of unknown origin had?

"Stop. All of you, stay right where you are."

In the end, Lance unfeelingly raised his hand, gesturing for them to stop.

"Put everything you’re holding on that table over there."

His tone left no room for negotiation.

The girls were intimidated by his voice, even though they were quite fond of the handsome, black-haired youth before them.

They could only obey, gently placing the silver trays they held on the round walnut table nearby.

"Good."

Lance pointed to the door, which hadn’t yet been closed.

"Now, all of you, get out."

"Go back and tell the person who sent you here that I have a habit: I don’t like to be disturbed by anyone when I’m resting."

"Without my permission, no one is to come near my room."

"But, Sir..."

The fox-eared girl, blushing, seemed to want to plead her case. Her fluffy tail drooped pitifully behind her.

"If we don’t serve you well, the Records Officer will punish us tomorrow..."

"That’s your problem, not mine."

Lance looked at her, his face devoid of expression.

"Get out. And close the door on your way."

The five girls looked at each other. Though filled with regret, they didn’t dare defy his command. They bowed again reluctantly, then filed out of the room, looking back with every few steps.

CLICK. The door was finally shut.

Only the sound of the Elf Harp flowing from the phonograph remained, making the room feel exceptionally peaceful.

Lance let out a long sigh, mentally exhausted. He threw himself heavily onto the ridiculously large, soft bed, his body instantly enveloped in velvety softness.

He couldn’t help but rub his throbbing temples.

’Are the people in White River City... a bit too wild?’

He suddenly felt out of place for not being kinky enough.

He glanced at the messy array of toys left on the table, which even included some Alchemy Potions.

He sighed to himself.

He wasn’t sure if it was because getting his Profession had fully activated the Crimson Dragon Source Material, but he could feel a suppressed desire deep within him becoming increasingly difficult to control.

He knew this was a trait of a Dragon Descendant, but he never expected what would happen when he saw those girls.

He’d almost gotten hard.

It was an uncontrollable urge, as if his body instinctively wanted to fight.

’What a load of bullshit.’

’I’ll stop thinking about this for now and find a way to deal with it later.’

The priority right now was still tomorrow’s Heroic Spirit Baptism.

He’d heard the Heroic Spirit Baptism was conducted within the Star Realm, and the experience would likely be very similar to when he entered the Chaos game instance.

’I need to get this Protection quickly, then head straight back to Gray Rock Town for the Summer Crown.’

As a top player in his previous life, he was itching to start grinding Levels. He was planning to hit Legendary within five years, so he couldn’t afford to miss an annual event like this.

If he stayed in White River City a few more days, he was honestly afraid he might make a mistake.

He climbed out of bed and changed his clothes.

There was a private bathing pool in the room, so he went and soaked in the hot water.

’He had to admit, he’d never experienced this kind of luxury in his past life.’

He silently estimated that a suite like this must cost several Gold Coins a night.

This gave him a much deeper understanding of the corruption in the Veterans’ Hospital. A single Records Officer could embezzle this much money? It was a far better deal than risking your life as an Adventurer.

After washing up, the mentally and physically exhausted Lance didn’t overthink it and went straight to bed.

Lance closed his eyes, and his consciousness quickly grew heavy.

He felt his body, light as a feather, continuously falling, sinking into a warm darkness.

But in the midst of this descent, he suddenly felt his back land on something solid.

Lance slowly opened his eyes and found himself still lying in the same luxurious suite.

The Reflection Crystal Stone on the ceiling above still gave off a warm yellow halo, and the melody of the Elf Harp still flowed from the phonograph. The sound, however, seemed to have gained an ethereal echo, as if it were passing through a layer of water.

At some point, a pleasant, faint fragrance had filled the air—like violets mixed with an intoxicating sweetness.

But it seemed his hands and feet were temporarily unable to move.

’So it’s a dream...’

Lance sighed to himself.

He was well aware that he was asleep; this state of lucid dreaming was not unfamiliar to him.

’It seemed the reproductive instincts and restlessness of his True Dragon bloodline, activated by the Source Material, had indeed had a significant impact on his subconscious.’

’He’d just forcibly driven away those five beautiful Sub-human maids, and the moment he fell asleep, his brain had immediately arranged a very realistic "dream compensation" for him.’

Just as Lance was preparing to see what sort of tricks his subconscious could come up with, he felt the mattress dip slightly beside him.

A gentle weight settled next to him.

Lance turned his head. Sitting on the edge of the bed was none other than Yvette, the "Literary Girl" from Violet Academy he had met on the stone bridge in White River City earlier that day.

However, she looked like a completely different person from the quiet, well-behaved girl he had seen during the day.

Her rimless glasses were gone, and the neat braids she’d worn were completely undone. A cascade of long hair draped casually over her fair shoulders, giving her an air of languid charm.

Without the glasses to hide them, her delicate, flawless features were on full display.

Her eyes, in particular, were slightly upturned at the corners, holding a hint of cunning.

As if she had been waiting for a long time, she stretched lazily. The movement outlined her slender waist and the full curves of her bust.

She was wearing a skirt, and the same black stockings from that morning still hugged her long, shapely legs.

Under the lights, she was the picture of seduction.

’My subconscious has pretty good taste,’

Lance praised inwardly.

’He’d only had a glimpse of her during the day, yet his brain had somehow managed to fill in the details of her figure to an appallingly perfect degree in this dream.’

’It had even simulated the realistic texture of the stocking tops digging ever so slightly into her flesh.’

Since it was his own dream, Lance simply relaxed, letting himself sink into the bed as he watched the "illusion" before him with great interest.

Of course, the Yvette sitting on the bed at this moment was real.

She had already secretly constructed the dreamscape. Using a mark she’d left on Lance’s hand when they shook hands earlier, she had successfully pulled his consciousness into her dream.

She was a Level 5 Dream Mage, after all. In her eyes, Lance was just a melee brute who had barely started his Profession; his Spirit Attribute was bound to be his weakness.

In this dream, which she ruled, he would be completely unable to resist her will.

Her purpose tonight was simple: find out how this man knew her senior, Elisya, and what qualities he had that would make someone like her take notice.

Seeing that his gaze seemed to be captivated by her charms, Yvette couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride.

’In any case, this dream is completely under my control.’

She wasn’t above using her beauty to get information; it was more time-efficient, and he would forget everything by morning anyway.

"Don’t be nervous. As long as you’re obedient, I won’t hurt you."

Growing bolder, she raised one long leg and straddled his chest in an extremely suggestive pose, bringing them so close they could feel each other’s breath.

But this was as far as Yvette could go; it was her first time trying to extract information this way within a dream.

She’d heard Dragon Descendants were particularly susceptible to this approach—something she’d learned from the novels Yuna had lent her.

’The tactile feedback in this dream is a perfect ten...’

Lance thought, his eyes watching her quietly, anticipating the dream’s next plot development.

’My subconscious not only comes up with lewd scenarios, but it even adds a plot...’

Seeing no reaction from Lance, Yvette assumed her Nightmare hadn’t soaked in enough. Her finger traced a light path over his Adam’s apple, upwards, finally stopping at his chin, which she tilted up gently.

"If you can answer my questions, I might just give you a little reward, you know."

Just as Yvette was about to ask her question, suddenly...

SNAP!

She saw Lance’s hand clamp down on her wrist.

Huh?!

The seductive smile on Yvette’s face froze. She looked down in disbelief at the hand that was gripping her own.

’Wasn’t he supposed to be paralyzed by my dream?!’

’How can he move?!’

Yvette snapped her head up to meet Lance’s eyes.

In that moment, she felt her heart skip two beats.

His pupils had turned Dark Gold, and they seemed to shimmer with a dangerous light.

"It’s a deal!"

Lance flipped them over. Losing her balance, Yvette cried out in surprise and was pinned down.

"But... I haven’t asked my question yet?!"

Yvette was so shocked she was starting to ramble.

’How could someone at a lower Level than her break free of her control in a dream?’

’She was a Nightmare Witch!’

"Don’t worry! The night is long!"

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