Her Crimson Temptation
The moment Leon turned away from the window, lost in thought under the twin moons' glow, the soft creak of his door opening cut through the silence like a sharp knife through silk.
He frowned, instinctively turning toward the sound—but then froze.
His breath caught.
A girl stepped inside, her bare feet softly padding on the cold floor. Crimson hair flowed over her shoulders like a river of fire, shining under the moon's silver light. Her eyes—deep pools of scarlet—met his, and for a moment, it felt like time itself stopped.
"Rias…" Leon whispered, his voice barely there as his throat dried up.Then he noticed what she was wearing.
A black nightgown. No—"wearing" didn't quite cover it. The thin fabric clung to her body, hugging every curve. Her cleavage spilled gently from the plunging neckline, the gown outlining her soft breasts. A high slit showed off her smooth, creamy thigh, making Leon's mouth go dry all over again.His breath caught. His heart pounded as he stared, nearly forgetting to speak.
What on earth is she wearing...? No, what is she doing dressed like that here?His heart skipped beats, heat rushing through him even as he tried to stay calm.
"R-R-Rias…" he stammered, words barely coming out. "What are you doing here at this hour…?"
She paused by the door, hands behind her back. Slowly, nervously, she brought her fingers around, fidgeting—twisting her index fingers together, eyes downcast.
"I…" she bit her lip. "I wanted to sleep with you tonight… Daddy."
Leon blinked.He hadn't misheard. The room was silent, but her words thundered in his mind."What?" he asked, blinking quickly. "Why would you—"
She fidgeted again, biting her lower lip, then looked up. "Yesterday… you got sick. You were unconscious all day… it scared me. I don't want that to happen again. If I sleep beside you, then… if anything happens, I'll be there."
Her voice shook a little—sincere, worried. But her eyes held more than concern. Beneath the care was a spark of desire. A hunger she tried to hide.
Leon noticed. And he knew.His mind flashed back to memories from the old Leon—how Rias would sneak into his bed at night, pretending to be scared, curling up close. How she'd always adored him… almost obsessively.
The old Leon might've played dumb. Might've politely turned her away like every other time."Do you really think I'd believe that's the only reason, Rias?" he thought.
Then—[Ding!]
A sharp mechanical chime echoed inside his head.
[Mission Triggered: Fuck Rias Moonwalker]
[Objective: Make Rias Moonwalker completely yours]
[Reward: Eye of Judge, 20 Black Points, System Shop Unlocked]
[Warning: Mission Failure will disable Touch of Charm]
[Time Limit: 15 Days]
"What the hell… a mission to fuck her?" he thought, eyes wide. "This system has no shame…"
He remembered spending points to reset stats, then boosting Stamina, Vitality, and Agility. But this reward… "Eye of Discerning"? He didn't know that skill. And now, 20 points more, plus unlocking the shop? He couldn't ignore it.
"Still… Isn't this mission kinda inappropriate?" he asked himself, frowning.
[System: Missions reflect your hidden desires and long-term goals. Stop denying yourself. Embrace the truth.]
"…Tch. Damn system," he muttered inside.
But it wasn't wrong. Not fully. He couldn't lie to himself. Rias was a temptation he didn't want to resist. He wanted her. Every inch of her.
"Daddy…?" Rias called, tilting her head.
Leon blinked, shaking off the trance. He looked at her—her eyes full of worry.
"What are you staring at mid- air?" she asked softly, stepping closer. "Are you okay?"
Leon blinked and realize, She couldn't see the system interface. Only he could.
then he quickly said with wary smile, "Ah… nothing, sweetheart."
"Just… lost in thought."
Rias studied him like she wanted to see through his mask, then slowly nodded.
"So… can I sleep with you tonight?" she asked, voice gentle. "Please?"
Leon hesitated. Her tone was innocent, but those burning crimson eyes told him otherwise. This was more than care or protection. She wanted something else.
He took a deep breath and finally smiled. "…Of course, dear."
Rias blinked, surprised.
He could tell she didn't expect yes—after all the times he said no. Then a bright smile spread across her face like morning sunlight.
Her cheeks flushed as joy bloomed. "Really?!"Leon chuckled softly, watching her light up. "Really."She ran to him, arms wide open. The excitement in her eyes was pure happiness. As she ran, Leon noticed how her breasts bounced under the thin fabric, nipples pressing lightly against his chest. His throat went dry again.
Then she hugged him—tight. Soft. Warm. Tempting.
Her body pressed close, and he could feel her racing heartbeat… or maybe it was his.
He cleared his throat. "Alright, dear. Let's get on the bed."
She giggled. "Mm~ okay, Daddy."
Then, together, they climbed into the big bed.Leon lay on the left side, trying to steady his breathing—calm, controlled.
Rias settled on the right, but quickly curled toward him, pressing her body so close that even the air between them seemed to vanish. Her soft curves molded perfectly against his side, her thigh draping over his like flowing silk.
Then—her hips shifted.
Slowly. Teasingly. Pressing gently into his groin, grinding against his cock with deliberate softness.
Leon stiffened.His body froze.
Her silk nightgown had ridden up, revealing the creamy tops of her thighs and the tempting curve of her bare hips. Her warm skin pressed into him like a drug, her scent—sweet and floral—filling his senses. He could feel her breath, soft and warm against his neck.
His jaw tightened.
She was warm. Soft. So dangerously close to waking the beast inside him.
"Daddy…" she whispered, voice trembling, vulnerable but with a darker hunger beneath.
"Yes?" he asked, voice tight, holding back the storm in his chest.
"Can I sleep like this?" she breathed, pressing closer, lips brushing his neck. "It feels… safe."
Leon swallowed the lump in his throat. "Sure. Like this."
She smiled as she lay like that, but she didn't stop at just curling up against him. Her hips moved again—slower now, more deliberate. They pressed against his dick once, twice, rolling as if she didn't know what she was doing.
But she knew.
And Leon felt it—felt the heat, the tension, the raw need behind her movements.
His dick, trapped beneath her hips, throbbed painfully. It strained against his pants, pressing firmly into the soft flesh of her ass.
She gasped softly at the sensation of something hard pushing against her ass.
But she didn't pull away.
If anything, she pressed herself closer, pushing her ass more firmly against his cock.
He could feel the shape of her ass—soft, warm, inviting. His pulse quickened. His body burned with want.
Then, without hesitation, he triggered Touch of Charm.
The moment it activated, her body shivered against his. Her breath hitched."A-ah…"
she whimpered, her hips twitching. "My… my body feels strange… Daddy"
Leon slid an arm around her waist, pulling her tightly in his embrace. Her skin was like warm velvet, trembling under his touch.
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "Rias… do you even know what you're doing?"
She trembled. "I—I just wanted to be close… I love you so much…"
He let out a low breath, lips tracing the tender curve of her neck.
"But your ass is pressing against my cock like that," he whispered, voice rough with restraint. "You're not a little girl anymore, Rias."
"…I know," she breathed. "Or… maybe I just don't want to be. Not in front of you."
Her words sent fire down his spine.
He paused. Just for a moment.
His heart hammered in his chest. Despite all his past life and experience, this girl made him feel like a nervous teenager again. Wanting everything.
But he didn't show it. He couldn't.
He was her anchor now—her "Daddy."
And she was melting in his hands.
Slowly, he slglid his hand up her stomach. Her soft skin twitched beneath his touch, muscles fluttering like they'd never known the warmth of a man's hand.
She gasped softly. But she didn't stop him.
His hand reached her chest—cupping her full breast through the thin silk. It was heavy. Warm. Real.
Her nipple was already hard, pressing against the fabric like a secret begging to be uncovered. He pinched it gently between his fingers, teasing it with his thumb, feeling it tighten and grow more sensitive with each subtle stroke.
"Nnnh~ Daddy…" she moan, her breath shivering across his neck.
He pinched her nipple gently again.
She arched into him, thighs clenching, breath shallow and erratic.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" he murmured, lips near her ear. "Your body's telling me much you need me."
"I-I can't help it… It feels… too good…"
He pushed her gown up further, slipping his hand beneath it. Her bare skin met his fingers.
When he touched her nipple again—skin to skin—her moan was music.
"Ahn~! D-Daddy…!"She twisted in his arms, grinding her ass against his thorbbing dick beneth pant. He groaned softly, holding her tighter, his control slipping.
Her warmth… her scent… it overwhelmed him.
His other hand slid down, tracing the curve of her waist, her hips, then lower—her ass.His fingers squeezed gently.
Her breath hitched.She squirmed, desperate for more. Her leg wrapped around his, locking him in place. Her movements were no longer shy—they were hungry.
He kissed the back of her neck.
She shivered, moaning softly.
"Your body's begging me," he whispered darkly. "You came in here… without underwear… didn't you?"
She said nothing. No need. His hand slid lower—between her thighs. Heat. Wet. His fingers brushed her folds—she was dripping, juices warm and sticky like honey.
"Rias…" he growled. "You're soaked."
Her face burned bright red. "I… I wanted you to touch me…"
Leon's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
He stroked her slowly—teasing her entrance, sliding to her aching bud, then back down—parting her folds gently, lovingly.
She trembled violently.Her hands gripped the sheets."D-Daddy…! I… I can't…!" Her voice broke into a moan of pleasure. Her body tensed.
And then—She came.Thighs clenched. Hips jerked.
A soft moan escaped—raw, broken, beautiful.
And her juices soaked his hand, warm and slick. He didn't stop. He kept stroking, slower now, letting her ride the wave to the end.
When she collapsed against him, breathless and shivering, he held her close."Sweetheart…" he whispered, brushing hair from her face. "You came so hard… just from my fingers."
She whimpered against his chest, lips parted. "I… I wanted this for so long…"
He looked at her—flushed, sweaty, lips trembling, glowing from inside.
Her eyes fluttered open—red and wild with desire. She leaned in slowly, lips near his.
But before she could kiss him—He raised a finger, placing it gently on her lips."Not tonight."Her eyes went wide. "But… why?"Leon smirked, though his heart still pounded. His hand was soaked, his body aching.
But he whispered, "You're not ready. Next time… I want everything."
She pouted cutely. "Meanie…"He chuckled low. "You'll thank me later."
She nestled into his chest again—this time different.Her leg draped fully over his hip. His hand stayed between her thighs, gently resting on her soaked warmth. Her hand clutched his wrist, holding him there like she couldn't lose the connection.
She hugged him tight—half-naked, trembling, cheek against his heart. She sighed contentedly. "Hmph… I'm not going anywhere. So, I'm still sleeping here."
"Good," he breathed into her hair. "Because I'm not letting you go now."
And like that, they fell asleep. Entangled. Her thigh over his. His hand resteing between her legs.
Desire burning like embers beneath their skin.
He looked down at the girl in his arms, her breath soft and steady."Rest well, sweetheart. Today was just the beginning," he whispered.Together, they drifted into sleep—tangled in temptation, bound by unspoken desires.