The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System

The Viscount leaned back in his chair, studying Leon\'s face. "Are you planning to leave soon?"

"Yes," Leon replied. "I\'ll be heading off on my own tomorrow evening. There are some things I need to take care of."

As he spoke with the Viscount, Mia, the eldest of the sisters, stood in the corner, observing him.

Tall and voluptuous, with long, sexy legs, she bit her lower lip, deep in thought. After a few moments, she quietly left.

Leon finished his conversation with the Viscount and began heading back along the pathway.

As he walked, he suddenly felt a soft hand grab his wrist, pulling him gently but firmly. The touch was warm and delicate, sending a shiver down his spine.

Normally, he could easily resist such a force, but upon seeing who it was, he decided to play along.

"Mia, is there anything you want to tell me?" he asked, eyeing the milf in front of him.

She was breathtaking, with curves that accentuated her every movement and a body that exuded both strength and femininity.

Mia lowered her gaze to the ground, unable to look him in the eye. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, fluttering slightly in the breeze.

"Uhm, y-yes, my academy is the Labyrinth Conquerors... If you\'re interested," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. It took all her courage to say that, and the moment the words left her lips, she turned and ran off.

Leon licked his lips as he watched her alluring figure retreat. Her hips swayed seductively with each step, and her hair flowed like a silken waterfall behind her.

Her emotions were a mix of nervousness and hope, and the sight of her running away with such grace and allure left a lasting impression on him.

He stood there for a moment, savoring the sight before continuing on his way, thoughts of Mia lingering in his mind.

"Academy, huh?" Leon muttered once Mia was out of sight.

But then he remembered someone, the Young Master of the Deathbringer Mercenary Squad. His encounter with the Young Master, and his father, Lord Deathbringer, was still fresh in his mind.

The conversation of the guards of the carriage, the Deathbringer handling the matter, the killing intent of the Young Master when he heard Leon\'s name—everything was vivid.

The Young Master had his eyes on Amelia. If not for his father stopping him, he wouldn\'t have hesitated to attack and try to kill Leon on the spot.

And if not for the fact that Deathbringer knew Ice Queen Seraphina was watching, he would never have stopped his son from trying to kill Leon. He would have even helped to ensure the job was done so they could easily get Amelia for themselves.

The thought of them wanting to kill him didn\'t make Leon mad. What infuriated him was that the Young Master had his eyes on Amelia. She was his and his alone; no other man had the right to desire her. For that, the Young Master had to die.

He has to die! Leon had made it his mission to kill the Young Master and, if possible, make the Deathbringer suffer huge losses so they would regret ever messing with him.

A thick killing intent swelled in his heart as he clenched his hands into fists.

"I\'m coming for you," he growled softly. "When I\'m done with you two, you can worry about making Amelia yours in hell."

His mind raced with thoughts of vengeance, the image of the Young Master and Lord Deathbringer burning in his memory. The thought of them daring to covet Amelia, to think they could take her from him, was enough to ignite a fiery rage within him.

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Leon took a deep breath, calming his heart and began to head back...

When Leon returned to his room, he found Felicia standing outside, her posture relaxed and her expression warm. As he approached, she greeted him with a charming smile. "How are you, Leon? If you have a moment, could we talk?"

Leon returned her smile. "Of course. Come on in."

He led her inside and gestured toward the bed, where he sat down. "Feel free to sit wherever you like."

Felicia hesitated, then gracefully lowered herself beside him on the bed. Leon\'s eyes briefly flicked over her, taking in her yellow dress that elegantly revealed her arms and legs.

The fabric clung slightly, hinting at her curves and offering a glimpse of her deep cleavage...

Noticing his gaze lingering, Felicia subtly adjusted her posture, arching her chest slightly forward. She caught his glance and let out a faint, playful smile.

Leon quickly diverted his eyes, feeling a flush of embarrassment. He was acutely aware of her proximity and the allure of her revealing attire.

Though Felicia was undeniably attractive, with a figure that commanded attention, he found himself struggling to maintain his composure. The women here were indeed captivating, and he fought to keep his focus on the conversation.

"So, what did you want to discuss?" Leon asked, trying to keep his voice steady as he met her gaze, appreciating her striking features.

Felicia, sensing his struggle to stay composed, leaned in slightly closer, her voice softening with genuine gratitud "I know my husband have been bad to you, so I thought it would be best if I had cone."

"It\'s nothing. We\'re family, after all. I\'d do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe," Leon replied, his attempt to avoid looking at her cleavage becoming increasingly difficult.

Felicia\'s eyes softened as she took his hand in hers, her touch light and warm. "I wanted to apologize for my husband\'s behavior. I hope you can forgive him. In the future, we might need to rely on you for our safety."

As her fingers brushed against his, Leon felt a surge of emotions—appreciation for her gratitude, a flicker of desire, and a hint of concern for the future. The intimacy of her touch and the sincerity in her voice made him reconsider the complexity of their situation.

Leon squeezed her hand gently, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of reassurance and resolve. "There\'s nothing to forgive. I understand the pressures everyone\'s under. We\'ll get through this together."

Felicia\'s smile grew more radiant, her eyes reflecting a blend of relief and admiration. As she sat close to him, the space between them seemed to pulse with an unspoken connection, a quiet understanding of their intertwined fates.

Leon suddenly realized why Felicia had come to speak with him. After seeing him easily defeat Euwen, she recognized his potential and was concerned about what his future might mean for her family, especially since her husband, Oren was the one who mocked him the most.

The revealing dress she wore and her defenseless posture made it clear that she intended to seduce him, hoping to secure his favor or at least mitigate any future hostility.

While Felicia\'s attempt to seduce Leon was partly due to strategic reasons, it wasn\'t her main motive.

Leon\'s Divine Charm Aura had a strong influence on her, and his sheer attractiveness had captivated her for quite some time. She justified her actions with the thought of securing her future, but deep down, she was drawn by genuine desire.

Married for over a year to Oren Blackthorn, a scholar and array master, Felicia had initially viewed sex purely as a means for reproduction.

However, her first experience with Oren had introduced her to pleasure, which quickly became an obsession, she became obsessed with the pleasure it brought her. Oren\'s frequent absences on quests left her feeling neglected and unfulfilled.

When Oren returned, his lack of attention to her only heightened her frustration. Hearing Leon\'s passionate encounters with a maid during the recent beast tide shattered her remaining reservations.

The fact that the maid was merely a servant made her think that Leon, too, might share her own desires. This realization drove her to act on her longing.

With her heart pounding and her desires clear, Felicia moved closer to Leon. Her hand gently brushed against his, and her eyes, filled with a mixture of hope and longing, sought his. "I wanted to thank you," she said, her voice soft yet charged with emotion. "And I need to be honest with you... I\'ve been thinking about you for a long time, I hope you\'ll take it in your heart to forgive Oren."

Her words were hesitant but sincere, her gaze lingering on him with an undeniable allure.

The air was thick with tension as she awaited his response, her body language an open invitation to explore the desires she had long kept hidden.