'Huh?'
My entire world felt like it had just been crushed by a speeding train, tied to the tracks and overrun. My body went cold at the sound of that voice.
Even with fear gripping my heart, my head tilted upward, neck stiff, eyes trembling as I tried to confirm what I'd just heard.
Her helmet vanished in a scatter of red sparks, revealing a face glaring down at me with pure disgust. Amber eyes cut into me like I was filth. Her pale, ethereal, coldly beautiful face was framed by red hair—a wild, resplendent mess.
A tiny mole sat below the corner of her right eye, adding a dangerous, enchanting edge to her already lethal beauty.
Then it hit me.
'Are spirits even supposed to talk? Or… look this damn gorgeous?!'
"You still won't get your filthy hands off my ass, Summoner?"
My entire body jolted and I yanked my hand away from the soft curve I'd been clenching.
"I—I was just testing my summoner attribute!"
She turned slowly, folding her arms beneath the generous bundle still caged in that metal plate. The armor shifted with the movement, sinuous and inviting—nothing like rigid steel.
'What the hell is that armor made of?'
"You dare leer at my breasts after spouting such pathetic lies, Summoner?"
I jerked my head up.
"I—I…"
No words. Just the brutal realization that I was royally fucked.
A summoner caught groping his own summon. As if my day couldn't sink lower.
The Tyrant Empress chuckled—mocking, low, with a sinful undertone laced through her glare.
'This is not happening…'
"I've seen greedy kings fall, power-drunk emperors beg, and pedophiles die screaming on stakes. I've watched shameless men chase vile desires with blood on their hands."
She laughed again, soft and cruel.
"But an F-rank summoner touching his own summon? That's a first."
She stepped closer—too close—until she stood between my legs. One boot came up onto the bed, her thighs parting right before my face. Her stare burned down, daring me to look.
And I did.
I gulped, throat tightening, hunger swelling like a beast in my chest. The mountain that had collapsed began to rise again.
'This little brother has no shame…'
She tilted her head, lips curling in a mocking smirk.
"Summoner, you really plan to keep being this perverted?"
The space between her pelvis and my face was too damn close. The faint, heady scent rolling off her armor's edge made my breath grow warm and shaky.
My brows pulled tight as I locked eyes with her.
"Aren't you shameless too? Look at you—this position, this armor. What kind of warrior struts around like this? Did you go around fucking greedy kings and power-drunk emperors?"
Her eyes flared, turning slight crimson with fury.
"How dare you?"
Honestly, I didn't even know where that came from. But I was done. Done with my classmates treating me like trash, done getting arrested, done being insulted by my own summon.
"How dare me? How dare you too?!"
My gaze darkened. I didn't care anymore. I shoved my hand forward, Summoner's Touch igniting beneath my skin, and grabbed the slick heat between her thighs—then flipped her onto the bed.
Her body jolted and shivered against my grip, warmth pulsing into my palm.
She froze—caught between shock, disbelief, and outrage.
Then her brows knit tight, eyes blazing. But under that fury was something else—something she fought to hide. Her lips pressed tight, her breathing uneven.
"You vile Summoner! Get off me this instant!"
Her mouth said one thing. The slick heat in my palm said another. She was strong enough to break free… but she wasn't.
'In the end, this wasn't one sided… she wanted it to… why else was Summoner's Touch working so effectively?'
The air thickened, heat swelling between us, silence stretching with my hand still cupping her.
I slid my palm up and down. She trembled.
"What is this?!" she shouted. "What sort of domination technique are you—mmm!"
I clamped my hand over her mouth, leaning in.
Then I pulled back my other hand cupping her groin, slickness glistened on my fingers, dripping slowly down my palm.
'Damn. She's soaked.'
All because of Summoner's Touch.
'No… it only amplifies what's already there. This villainess is also a vile vixen! How can she get so much wet in seconds, as if she has been starved for centuries!'
The realization hit like a spark. Her movements earlier—stepping close, climbing onto my bed, shoving her hips in my face—weren't coincidence.
'She was trying to dominate me.'
The guilt I'd felt using the skill cracked and fell away. If I hadn't acted first, she might've crushed me. And in the wrong places too.
Getting dominated by a Tyrant Empress wasn't a bad idea, but certainly not a day like this!
I looked down at her—beneath me now, face flushed red, eyes averted, arms wrapped around herself. Her armor strained over her full breasts, jutting toward me.
A slow, wicked grin crept across my face.