Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1347: Giving Reward to Nightfire’s Hard work: Part-4~

After she was brought back to consciousness, the others left the room, leaving only Nightfire and Victor.

Nightfire blankly stared at Victor, her eyes tracing the calm lines of his face as he ate.

He didn’t even look her way… just calmly brought the spoon to his lips, savouring the food with a hum that vibrated through the quiet room.

Nightfire had so many words she wanted to spit out. It felt absurd to spend this much money on a single night. Sure, the restaurant was breathtaking, the view a swirling river of magic outside the enchanted glass, and the food melted on her tongue like cream.

But… a fucking million? For a date?

No way for a date!

He was a Dragon Emperor!

So what? That didn’t give him the right to toss around so much money like it meant nothing, just for one night with her. Honestly, she would’ve been happy with a greasy room at some roadside inn, a cheap bottle of elven wine, a little laughter, and then the two of them tangled up in the sheets until morning… fucking their frustrations away until neither could breathe.

That’s all she needed!!

Just as she parted her lips, ready to snap at him, a voice echoed inside her head, ’Are you sure about it? He did all this because of you, right?’

Nightfire’s fingers curled. Of course, she knew that. But somehow, knowing made it worse!

She glared at Victor, “Hmph! I better get something worth all of it!” she snapped, stabbing at her dish with a little more force than necessary.

She didn’t care about the taste anymore. She just wanted… no! needed to feel like she could get something equal for everything Victor had burned away tonight.

Victor watched her, a slow, gentle sound vibrating from his chest as he took in her scowl and those puffed, petulant cheeks.

“You’re so damn cute when you’re angry, you know that?” he teased.

“Don’t you dare…” Nightfire shot back, eyes blazing, but she couldn’t stop her mouth from twitching at the edge. “I am still angry, Victor! Don’t think you can win me over with that smile.”

Victor chuckled, deeper now, “This is the life of an Emperor, you know… and you, sitting across from me, looking like a goddess who’s ready to devour my soul.” He winked, lips barely parted, “You’ll have to get used to it, dear~”

Nightfire rolled her eyes, but her thighs pressed tighter together under the table. “Then maybe I’ll just stick with innocent Aether! At least he’s not addicted to showing off,” she shot back.

Victor’s gaze sharpened, his eyebrows rising, mouth curving into a wicked smirk. “Oh? But he’s going to be Emperor of the Three Empires soon, isn’t he?”

Nightfire’s cheeks darkened, but she refused to look away. “Damn it… Why am I getting tangled up with all the big shots?” she muttered, “And technically, not three Empires, since you’ll probably end up being the father of the Emperor in Zephyra, right?”

Victor just laughed softly, shaking his head as he watched her over the rim of his glass. “I know these things are new to you,” he said, voice low and gentle, “But you’ll learn. You’re stronger than you look.”

“I hope so,” she murmured.

Victor’s smile gentled, something warm and molten flickering in his eyes as he reached for his plate. Just as he lifted his fork, he froze—a jolt running through his body as something slid across his lap under the table.

He glanced down, lips parting, then looked up to see her leg stretched out, toes stroking a path up the inside of his thigh. Her foot pressed against his crotch, teasing, testing, curling, making him ache.

“What? Can’t hold back any longer, My Queen?” he murmured.

Nightfire’s lips curled in a slow, predatory smirk. She leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow raised, “Says the man who’s leaking pheromones all over the damn place,” she teased, her voice dropping to a purr. She sniffed the air theatrically, her toes working a slow, merciless rhythm over the hard line she found under his trousers.

“You’re already rock hard, Victor. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

“We need to eat, dear,” Victor said softly.

Nightfire smiled wickedly, a dangerous spark lighting her eyes. “I am doing the same thing~” she purred, sliding her bare foot beneath the white linen.

With a predatory elegance, her toes glided up his inner thigh, tracing circles, curling around the hardness hidden beneath his trousers. Slowly, deliberately, she hooked his zipper with the tips of her toes and eased it down, the metallic sound muffled by the tablecloth.

The heat of his cock pulsed against her arch, making her own thighs tremble.

She toyed with him, wiggling her toes with the confidence of a temptress. Every movement was calculated… a slow drag, then a sudden squeeze between her big toe and second toe, the arch of her foot caressing his length as she teased him free. Her voice grew husky,

“Mm, look at you… Already so hard, and we’ve barely started. Do you want everyone to see, Victor? Or just me?”

Victor shot her a deadpan look.

Nightfire bit her lip. She pressed her foot tighter around his cock, feeling him twitch as she slid her sole up and down.

“I know you’re enjoying this~” she whispered, smirking as her toes played with the swollen head, stroking the slit, rubbing him in long, wet motions that left a slick mess on his lap.

“You love when I’m naughty under the table, don’t you?”

She paused, glancing up through her lashes, then added, “Well, if you really want to wait, then… You have to hold it until I finish my dish. Otherwise, we’re fucking right here, okay?” Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to lick them seductively.

Victor’s breath hitched for just a moment, but he managed to keep his composure. “Oh? It’s a deal then~” He spread his legs wider, letting her work him with her nimble toes.

Nightfire’s pride bristled… she expected him to crack, but he only settled deeper into his chair.

With a little huff, she slipped off her other heel, the shoe thudding quietly on the carpet. She stretched out, using both feet now, the soft arch of one foot pressing his base while the toes of her other foot played with his crown. She began to stroke him in rhythm, back and forth, sometimes circling her toes around him, sometimes pinching gently, the sensation alternating between sharp and silky.

Her voice dropped even lower, haughty and sweet. “How long can you last, Emperor?” she teased, swirling her foot over his slick tip. “Or are you just going to sit there, pretending nothing’s happening while I make you beg with my feet?” She smiled, biting down a moan as her own arousal grew, her toes getting messier as precum began to slick his shaft.

Victor, infuriatingly, didn’t so much as flinch. He forked another bite of food into his mouth, eyes half-lidded, as if he were bored with the world. Nightfire’s face flushed, her breaths shaky. She dragged her heel down his cock, then back up, toes stroking, arch grinding in slow circles.

“You’re impossible…” she muttered, but there was a tremble in her voice, half desperate, half delighted by his resistance.

Victor leaned in, “You’ll have to do better than that,” he murmured. “Maybe you should beg a little yourself, Nightfire…”

She glared at him, but inside, the thrill doubled. Her thighs clenched as she pressed her foot even harder, toes flexing, her skin slick now with his leaking need.

“If you want more, just say it…” she whispered, a purr rolling off her tongue. “Or do you want me to crawl under this table and show you what real desperation looks like?”

He smirked, “Nope, you’re supposed to use your legs. Otherwise, we’re off the deal!” Victor’s tone was serious, but she could see the raw tension in the lines of his jaw.

Nightfire clenched her fists under the table, holding back a groan. Her feet stroked him harder, making a mess, toes gliding through the wetness. She kept up the pressure, glancing up from her food, “You’re going to regret being so cocky, Victor…”

Soon enough, both of them finished eating, plates empty… Still, Victor hadn’t even flinched. He sat back, infuriatingly composed, but Nightfire could see a sheen of sweat at his temples, the slightest quiver in his hand as he set down his fork.

“What the fuck? How are you controlling it?” she snapped, voice raw and tinged with pride and disbelief. “Any other man would have come ten times by now!” Her eyes flashed with frustration—and a grudging awe.

Victor shrugged, gazing at the window, “What can I say… sometimes, trauma might be good,” he said quietly, his voice like a faraway storm.

Nightfire stared at him, bewildered. What the hell was he talking about? What sort of nightmare could have carved this kind of iron into his will?

Victor’s mind slipped away for a moment, haunted by those words that Drakhairs spilled.

He shook his head, pushing the thought away.

“Shall we go for the finale?” he asked, suddenly gentle, as if the whole world was about to shift.

Nightfire’s heart skipped. She nodded, mouth dry, cheeks flushed.

This time, instead of the Owner guiding them, Victor stood and offered his hand. She took it, and he pulled her close, his arm circling her waist, hand dipping lower to cup the curve of her ass, squeezing just enough to send a fresh shiver up her spine.

“Where are the others?” she asked, voice small and slightly breathless.

Victor’s lips twisted into a slow, devilish smile. “Just forget about them… tonight, this entire place belongs to us and us only~” His grip tightened, claiming her.

Nightfire gulped, another tremor racing through her body as she felt his fingers dig into her flesh.

Victor led her out…. Down the corridor, and suddenly the world opened to a private beach.