The one who has everything.

Though not like the high class hotels she’d become used to, Lucia had to admit there was an undeniable charm to the traditional Japanese residences. It was why she chose one of the Japanese-style rooms on the western side of the house. It was a little empty at the moment, but she could no doubt fill it with the furniture she wanted. A vanity desk would be nice, and change the futon for an actual bed. Regardless, those matters could be saved for later.

Lucia Wisler had a powerful Gift that let her understand the people around her. She could read people’s emotions with little to no effort, and doing so made her realize a sad truth: People are really simple. They all want money, they all seek pleasure, they all think of no one but themselves. Lucia saw it time and time again. The desire for money leads people to lie, the search for pleasure to put up fronts. Once she finally came to that realization at the age of 24, she was disappointed. But then a thought occurred to her. If everyone was like that, why should she be any different? And thus, her quest for pleasure began and was still ongoing. She was a woman who had everything. She had all the money she could ever want, the best meals, clothes and experiences that money could buy, and interesting acquaintances all over the world. It was great. But there was one obvious thing she had yet to experience.

Sex.

How many times had she seen lust in the eyes of people she’d met? Many more than she’d seen any other emotion, that much she was sure of. It was perhaps the primary motivator that led people to act. Money, fashion, charisma, fitness… all for the sake of them leading to sex. People were, truly, disappointingly simple. But she was like that too. She desired such things for herself as well, perhaps more strongly than any other person she’d met. To experience the mind-numbing bliss of an orgasm was the only pleasure outside of Lucia Wisler’s reach. But not anymore.

She never truly believed her mother would ever accomplish the task of completing the Book of Eros. To create an item with the power to reach the Gods sounded like laughably impossible labor to her. Yet she’d done it, and now there was a man attuned to it. He was the only man in the whole planet who could give her the experience she’d longed for for years. She seriously hoped he wouldn’t disappoint.

Well, she’d find out soon. She’d demanded to her mother she be the first in line to test out the powers of the Book of Eros. Though it seemed she’d been too late to be ‘the first’. It wasn’t quite explicit, but there was clearly something between those two. Leonardo and Angela, were their names? Well, it was of little importance if they had feelings for each other or not. The boy had a duty to fulfill, so he couldn’t refuse her.

Lucia put on her best underwear, an expensive set of blue lace bra and panties with an extremely intricate floral embroidery. As for an outfit, she had a hard time deciding since, ideally, it’d be off as quickly as possible. But Lucia was not one to slack on her way of dressing, no matter the occasion. Even the simplest attire consisting of a white T-shirt and blue jeans was of expert craftsmanship. Her hair was tied into a long ponytail, she’d trimmed her nails, put on a subtle layer of makeup and she’d already taken a bath in salts she’d brought from abroad. This was an experience, an occasion to be thoroughly enjoyed. She wouldn’t skimp on details.

She exited her room and headed to Leonardo’s. The last one in the eastern corridor, her mother had told her. She didn’t run into anyone on the way, as they’d all already retired to their bedrooms and were probably too tired from the trip, unlike her, who was so used to traveling.

Lucia knocked on the door, and was made to wait full 20 seconds before the door was opened for her. Leonardo was there, obviously. She would admit he was good looking, with strong features and deep brown eyes. Lucia was a tall woman, standing at 1.82 meters, and Leonardo was shorter than her by about half a head. His figure was also nice, going towards lean and muscled. However, he was wearing little more than a T-shirt and shorts that didn’t fit the occasion. She’d forgive it because they’d throw them aside quickly, but still.

“H-Hello,” he greeted with a slight stammer, a clear show of nerves. His eyes went up and down her figure once, lust rising inside him, which she supposed was acceptable. She’d done the same. An activity where one’s partner’s appearance was so important granted the right to look, and feeling lustful towards each other was a full on necessity. “Please, come in,” he said with a gesture.

“Good evening,” Lucia greeted back, her own lips curling into a smile of anticipation. He’d already laid down the futon. All they needed to do now was get to business. “Shall we?”

“Um… I was… kind of hoping we could talk a bit before? I mean, we don’t really know each other,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“Mmm? And why should we? I see it in your eyes, Mr. Leonardo. You want me, and that’s fine. I want this too. All I ask of you is that you let me experience a night of passion. And if you do well, I’m sure we’ll be able to share many more. It sounds like a great deal for both of us, doesn’t it?”

His reaction at her words was… curious. He pressed his lips together and his eyes were downcast. Disappointment, huh? He didn’t think this would turn into a relationship, did he? Surely not.

“I see…” he said, his voice suddenly with a detached tone. “Very well, then. If that’s what you want.” His expression hardened, but Lucia didn’t much care.

And as any proper man should, he took the lead. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close with surprising forcefulness. A rush of excitement swelled up in her chest. It was finally happening.

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