Akira read through the floating text, the purple light of the System overlay casting a faint glow in his vision that Satomi couldn't see.
He considered the options briefly.
Option B was exactly what his body and the Lilithia essence inside him were screaming for: total, absolute possession. A physical claim that left no room for doubt.
But Option C had a psychological edge that he knew he needed.
Satomi was an Elder Succubus; she had centuries of experience and an ego to match. If he just fucked her, even anally, she might still view it as a transaction. He needed to break the 'Teacher' persona completely.
He didn't have to choose just one. The System presented routes, but he was the one walking them.
He selected B, but immediately channeled his energy to execute C.
"Satomi," Akira said, his voice dropping an octave, filled with intent. "And when I'm deep in it, I want you pinned down, wrists trapped, begging for my cum like you've never begged anyone before."
