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Faced with Jennifer's request—enough to make any man fall instantly—Edward remained surprisingly calm.

Instead of kissing her, he quickly opened the system panel visible only to him in his mind.

Name: Edward Connor

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Main Quest: ???

Inventory: Ebony and Ivory (Unlimited Ammunition), Pure Silver Cross x2, Gourmet Tablecloth, One-Star Dragon Ball, Fenrir Heavy Motorcycle

Abilities: Photographic Memory, Pure Yang Body, Blessing of the Goddess of Charm EX, Enhanced Holy Light (No Effect Whatsoever), Purification, Ox Talisman, Telekinesis EX, Demon-Sealing Wave

Pets: Malkis, Jennifer (Initial Succubus)

Achievements: [Reverse Scamming]--Successfully tripped a ghost three times [First Blood]--Congratulations on becoming a man

Gold: 50879

Just as I thought. Edward understood.

Initial Succubus... That sounded like it had plenty of potential.

While Edward was lost in thought, Jennifer, sitting on the sofa and seeing that he had made no move, had a flash of hurt and urgency pass through her bewitching blue eyes.

She slowly pushed herself up, and her silk nightgown slipped farther down along the perfect line of her shoulders. She did not pull it back up. Instead, she reached out with her slender hand and gently held Edward's fingers.

Then she lowered her head, pressing her warm, soft lips to Edward's fingertips.

It was an incomparably devout kiss, yet one filled with ultimate temptation.

A numbing current shot from his fingertips through Edward's entire body.

I can't take this. Who the hell could take this? Edward wailed inwardly.

He clasped Jennifer's hand in return, then flicked his other hand through the air. A pair of black stockings appeared in it.

They were the item he had won from the draw—[Threads of Desire].

The stockings were pitch-black from end to end. Their material was neither silk nor satin, and under the light they shimmered with a strange, dangerous sheen, as though they could absorb all light.

Simply holding them made his heart race with their magic.

"Put them on." Edward's voice carried an unquestionable command.

Jennifer looked at the stockings. Rather than confusion, an even more fervent obsession burst into her eyes.

Without hesitation, she accepted them as though they were some supreme gift.

Right before Edward's eyes, she slowly sat upright and lifted one long, straight leg.

The movement was elegant and seductive, every detail testing the limits of a man's nerves.

As the black threads wrapped inch by inch around her pale skin, an indescribable aura mingling depravity and holiness erupted from her.

Her already breathtaking charm was amplified tenfold, a hundredfold, by [Threads of Desire]!

Her gaze deepened, like a vortex capable of devouring souls.

Her breathing grew rapid, and an alluring flush spread across her fair cheeks. The succubus bloodline within her was completely awakened and ignited by this divine artifact!

Jennifer slowly rose to her feet and walked toward Edward step by step.

Her aura had changed completely. She was no longer the cheerleader who needed protection, but an embodiment of desire walking among mortals—a peerlessly beautiful succubus who had just tasted her first offering.

"Master..." she said, her voice hoarse and syrupy, every syllable scratching at the tip of one's heart. "I'm... so hungry..."

Edward pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "Don't worry. I'll feed you right now."

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The curtains in the room moved without wind, slowly closing and completely shutting out the room's intimate springtime scene.

Meanwhile.

Bang.

As Edward shut the front door from outside, it was as though a signal had been given.

The living room fell into dead silence.

The smiles on Esther and Emma's faces were instantly wiped away by an invisible hand, replaced by scrutiny and coldness utterly unfitting for their ages.

The air seemed frozen. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, yet it brought not the slightest warmth.

"Alright, Mom, Dad, and big brother have all gone out."

Lily's voice broke the silence.

She turned to face the two "new little sisters" standing side by side. The obedient, gentle expression on her face vanished without a trace as well.

Her little face held the lofty indifference of a predator.

"Now, only we are left in the house."

Esther crossed her arms over her chest. Within the body disguised as that of a nine-year-old child, her twenty-eight-year-old soul was working at high speed.

She studied Lily. This little girl gave her a feeling even more direct, and more dangerous, than that mysterious older brother Edward.

It was the instinctive intuition of one kind recognizing danger in another.

"Little sister Lily, what do you mean by this?" Esther's voice still tried to maintain an older sister's gentleness, but a trace of vigilance had entered it.

Emma tilted her head, her black curls hanging over her shoulders. Hugging her teddy bear, she watched Lily curiously with her large blue eyes, as though enjoying an interesting play.

She said nothing, but the curve of her lips carried a hint of amusement.

"Nothing much." Lily took short steps toward them.

She walked slowly, every step seeming to land upon their hearts. "I just want to play a game of 'getting to know the family members' with our two new little sisters."

She stopped before them and raised her head. Though she was the shortest, her presence completely overwhelmed theirs.

"There are some rules in this family. The first one, and the most important one..." Lily's lips slowly curled into a wicked smile. Deep within her pure black eyes, red flames seemed to dance. "...is knowing who the master is."

The instant those words fell, Esther and Emma both sensed that something was wrong.

The scene around them began to warp. The walls of the living room flowed downward like melting wax, while the chandelier on the ceiling stretched and twisted into a huge bloodshot eyeball staring fixedly at them.

An illusion!

Alarm bells blared in Esther's mind. She tried to scream, only to find that no sound would come out. She tried to step back, but her body seemed nailed in place.

"The game begins now." Lily's voice seemed to come from every direction, layered with echo after echo and full of malicious mockery.

The next second, the world before Esther's eyes completely collapsed.

The pungent smell of disinfectant flooded her nose.

Pure white walls, pure white sheets, pure white ceilings.

A familiar sensation of restraint came from her wrists and ankles, cold leather rubbing against her skin.

This was... Salney Psychiatric Hospital!

Esther—or rather, Lina Kramer—snapped her eyes open.

She found herself tightly bound to a hospital bed with restraint straps, utterly unable to move.