#wuwa

Luuk's mouth moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and nibbling lightly, his breath hot against your skin as he lavished attention on them.

“My darling,” he murmured against your flesh, his voice vibrating through you. “Luuk it feels so good!” You moaned softly, his hands slid down your sides, fingers splaying over your hips, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed together, his growing erection nestling against your thigh. He kissed a path down your sternum, his lips soft and reverent, pausing to suckle each nipple once more before continuing lower.

Luuk parted your thighs, settling between them as his hands caressed the insides of your legs, starting from your knees and moving upward in slow, soothing strokes. “Let me take care of you, my precious,” he said, his eyes dark with desire but filled with love.

His fingers reached the apex of your thighs, brushing lightly over your folds, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. He groaned softly at the discovery, his touch feather—light as he traced the outer lips of your pussy, spreading the slickness around without rushing.

He dipped one finger inside you, just the tip, curling it gently to stroke your inner walls while his thumb found your clit.

Luuk circled it slowly, applying the barest pressure, watching your face for every reaction. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice husky but still so tender. You nodded, gasping as he added a second finger, sliding them in and out with a languid pace, his thumb continuing its gentle massage on your clit, building the heat between your legs incrementally.

Luuk's mouth returned to your breasts, sucking one nipple while his fingers worked your pussy, the dual sensations making your body hum with need.

He released the nipple with a soft pop, kissing his way back up to your lips, capturing them in another deep kiss as his fingers thrust a little deeper, scissoring slightly to stretch you, “I love feeling you like this, my love,” he groaned against your mouth, his thumb pressing firmer on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you clenching around his fingers.

Sensing your readiness, Luuk withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours. “So sweet,” he murmured, then positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your pussy.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust to his thickness, his hands stroking your sides reassuringly. “That's it, darling, take me,” he encouraged, his voice strained with restraint as he bottomed out inside you, filling you completely.

He paused there, buried deep, leaning down to suck gently on your nipple again while his hips rocked in tiny circles, grinding against you to heighten the friction. “You feel perfect around me,” he said, lifting his head to kiss you softly.

Then, with the utmost care, he began to move, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, his thrusts long and measured, each one designed to stroke every sensitive spot inside you.

His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. He alternated between sucking your nipples—left, then right—his mouth warm and insistent, tongue lapping at the hardened peaks as if they were the sweetest treat. “My beautiful girl,” he panted between kisses to your breasts, his pace steady, intimate, never rushing toward the end. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and he obliged, angling his hips to hit that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

Luuk's free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss your neck, his teeth grazing lightly before his lips soothed the spot. He thrust deeper now, but still gently, his cock gliding in and out of your pussy with a wet, rhythmic sound that filled the air. His thumb pressed harder on your clit, circling faster, urging you toward the edge. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he urged softly, his mouth returning to your nipple, sucking hard enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

The combination overwhelmed you—his cock filling you, stretching you with each tender thrust; his fingers on your clit, slick and precise; his lips and tongue on your breasts, sucking and teasing without mercy. Your body tensed, pleasure coiling tight in your belly, and Luuk sensed it, whispering, “Let go, my love, I've got you.” His thrusts grew a fraction firmer, his thumb relentless, and you shattered around him, your pussy clenching rhythmically as waves of orgasm washed over you.

He didn't stop, riding out your climax with slow, deep strokes, his mouth never leaving your nipple, sucking softly to prolong the bliss. Only when your tremors subsided did he quicken slightly, chasing his own release, but even then, his touch remained gentle, his fingers still lightly stroking your clit to keep the aftershocks humming. “So good for me,” he murmured, kissing you deeply as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, spilling hot cum deep into your pussy with a low groan.

Luuk stayed inside you, collapsing gently onto your chest, his lips finding your nipple once more for a lazy suckle as you both caught your breath. His fingers traced idle patterns on your thigh, occasionally brushing your clit in soft, affectionate touches. “My darling,” he whispered, nuzzling into your neck, his cock softening but not withdrawing yet, keeping you connected in the intimate afterglow.

After a few moments, he shifted, pulling out slowly and immediately replacing his fingers there, sliding them into your cum-slicked pussy to gently massage your inner walls. “Let me clean you up a bit, precious,” he said with a soft smile, though his touch was more about prolonging the pleasure than necessity. He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb resumed its gentle circles on your clit, building you up again with patient insistence.

His mouth latched onto your other nipple, sucking rhythmically as his fingers pumped in and out, the lewd sounds of your combined fluids making the moment even more erotic. “You're still so wet for me,” he observed tenderly, his voice full of awe. You moaned, your hands threading through his hair, holding him to your breast as the pleasure rebuilt, slower this time but no less intense.

Luuk added a third finger, stretching you anew, his thrusts deliberate and unhurried, focusing on your g-spot with each curl. His thumb pressed and rubbed your clit, varying the pressure to keep you on the edge without pushing too hard. He switched nipples, sucking the one he'd neglected, his tongue flicking rapidly now to match the growing urgency in his touch. “Come again for me, my sweet love,” he encouraged, his eyes meeting yours, filled with adoration.

The intimacy of it all—the way he watched you, the petnames laced with genuine affection, the gentle way he touched every part of you—pushed you over once more. Your pussy fluttered around his fingers, another orgasm cresting softly, and Luuk kissed you through it, his mouth claiming yours as tenderly as he'd claimed your body.

He withdrew his fingers eventually, licking them clean while gazing at you with love. Then, impossibly, his cock began to harden again against your thigh. “One more time, darling?” he asked, already positioning himself. You nodded, and he entered you smoothly, the mixture of your releases easing the way. This time, his thrusts were even slower, more sensual, his hands everywhere—stroking your breasts, pinching your nipples lightly, then down to rub your clit as he fucked you with loving precision.

He suckled your nipples alternately, his mouth greedy but soft, humming against your skin as he drove into you. “I could stay like this forever, inside my perfect girl,” he whispered, his pace building just enough to tip you both toward release. His fingers danced on your clit, slick and insistent, and when you clenched around him, he followed, filling you again with his cum, his groans muffled against your breast.

Startorch Academy was many things: cutting-edge, unforgiving, meticulously organized.

What it was not prepared for… was Luuk Herssan being insufferably in love.

And somehow, this was your fault.

It started with tea.

Just normal, calming herbal tea, standard procedure before deep resonance diagnostics. You’d had dozens of these appointments before. Sit still. Don’t overclock. Try not to stare at the doctor.

This time, though, your hands trembled as Luuk turned his back to calibrate the scanner.

Three drops. That was all.

Colorless. Odorless. Ancient.

You told yourself it wasn’t really a love potion. Just an emotional harmonizer. Something that nudged attachment frequencies into alignment.

You were not drugging the head physician of the academy.

You were… helping destiny.

“Ready?” Luuk asked, turning back with two cups in hand.

You nodded, heart hammering, and watched in slow-motion horror as he took the first sip from his cup.

Too late.

“…Hm,” he murmured. “Different blend?”

You laughed too loudly. “Y-Yeah! New batch?”

He shrugged and drank the rest.

You waited for several minutes, but nothing happened.

You exhaled in defeat, then suddenly Luuk froze mid-step.

“…Oh.”

Your soul left your body. “Oh what?”

He pressed two fingers to his temple, brows knitting as if concentrating. Then his gaze snapped to you.

And stayed there.

Longer than usual.

“…Fascinating,” he murmured.

Your stomach flipped. “Fascinating bad or fascinating—”

“You’re very pretty,” he said simply.

You choked on air.

“I’m sorry?”

He blinked once, as if realizing he’d spoken out loud, then smiled. His smile was soft, unfocused, utterly unprofessional.

“Did I say that aloud?”

YES. VERY ALOUD.

From that moment on, Luuk Herssan lost his mind.

Or at least, that’s what it looked like.

He hovered. Constantly.

“You’ve eaten today, right?”

“You look cold. Here.”

“Walk with me.”

“No, closer.”

During scans, his spectral tendrils lingered far too long, tracing your resonance with unnecessary care.

“Your frequency is lovely,” he murmured once, entirely too close to your ear.

“Luuk, that is not medical terminology.”

“It should be.”

Nurses whispered. Students stared.

Yangyang, your aero-user friend, nearly died laughing when Luuk appeared behind you in the cafeteria, arms draping around your shoulders possessively.

“There you are,” he said warmly. “I was worried.”

“It’s been ten minutes,” you hissed.

“Ten very long minutes.”

“Oh my gods,” Yangyang wheezed. “What did you DO to him?”

“I DON’T KNOW,” you whispered back, panicking.

The worst part? He was adorable.

Lovesick. Obvious. Entirely gone for you.

Calling you by your name like it was something precious. Smiling whenever you entered a room. Looking vaguely offended whenever someone else stood too close.

“This is definitely the potion,” you muttered one evening.

Luuk tilted his head. “Is that bad?”

“Yes!”

“Hm.” He tilted his head again, studying you like a fascinating case. “Then why does it feel so right?”

Before you could answer, he leaned in, slowly. Painfully slowly. Giving you all the time to pull away.

But, of course, you didn’t.

His forehead brushed yours first. Warm. Intimate. His breath mingled with yours, and you could feel the faint hitch when he exhaled.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, lips barely a breath away.

You didn’t say anything. Too stunned to even utter a single word.

So he kissed you.

It was not rushed. Not desperate. His lips pressed against yours with gentle certainty, like he’s been waiting. Testing the shape of your mouth, learning you. One hand slid up your side, thumb resting just beneath your ribs as if grounding himself.

Your knees went weak. You make a small, involuntary sound, and that’s all it takes.

His mouth moved more firmly now, coaxing rather than taking. When you parted your lips, he followed, slow and deliberate, kissing you like this isn’t a spell but a choice he’s savoring.

His thumb stroked small circles at your waist. Another hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss. You felt the brush of his breath, the warmth of him everywhere.

You clung to his coat without thinking, fingers curling in the fabric as if it’s the only thing keeping you upright.

When he finally pulled back, it’s only a fraction. His nose brushed yours, lips still close enough that you felt the heat of them.

“…Oh,” he whispered softly. “That confirms it.”

Your voice came out breathless. “Confirms what?”

“That I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

This is wrong, you thought weakly.

And yet, you leaned in again.

***

You should have stopped it sooner.

You should have neutralized the elixir.

But the longer it went on, the harder it became. Because somewhere between Luuk insisting on “escorting” you everywhere and pulling you into his arms during training simulations, it stopped feeling fake.

And that terrified you.

So one night, you finally broke.

You were alone in his office, sitting on the exam table while he stood between your knees, hands resting comfortably on your thighs like that was normal now.

You grabbed his sleeve.

“Luuk. I have to tell you something.”

His smile faded instantly.

That alone made your chest tighten.

You swallowed hard.

“That tea,” you blurted. “I-I put something in it. An ancient love elixir. It wasn’t real, and I’m so sorry, I just— I like you. I’ve liked you for so long, and you were always so distant, and I found it in the ruins and I didn’t think you’d ever—”

Your voice cracked.

“I never meant to trick you,” you whispered. “I just wanted you to choose me. Even if it was fake.”

Silence fell.

Luuk didn’t move.

Then, slowly, he laughed.

His laugh was not the usual soft, lovesick ones he had offered for the past few days. Rather, it was more of a amused type.

“…You know,” he said calmly, lifting your chin so you had to meet his eyes, “you’re the first person who’s ever been bold enough to drug a doctor.”

Your blood ran cold.

“…What?”

“The elixir,” he continued mildly. “Ancient emotional catalyst. Sloppy around the edges, but effective.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“Y-You—you knew?”

“I knew the moment it touched my tongue.”

Everything—the flirting, the clinginess, the chaos—replayed in your mind in horrifying clarity.

“You were faking it?”

Luuk smiled. Looking sharp now, as if he’s now fully himself.

“I was exaggerating,” he corrected. “I never lied.”

“…Why?” you whispered.

He leaned in, forehead resting against yours.

“Because you were brave enough to reach for what you wanted,” he said quietly. “And because I already wanted you.”

Your breath shook.

“So the puppy act—”

“Very fun,” he admitted. “Your reactions were delightful.”

“You’re evil.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “But tell me to stop now, and I will.”

You didn’t.