MMORPG: Birth of the World's Luckiest Player-Chapter 235: Burning with Desire

Locked in a fiery, lingering kiss, Marcus drank greedily from Lily’s lips, savoring the sweet warmth of her tongue as if it were nectar meant only for him. The delicate fragrance that filled his senses and the silken softness beneath his wandering hands made his head spin with pleasure. Lily’s body felt warm and supple against his, her presence intoxicating in a way that blurred the boundary between desire and tenderness.

His hunger for her deepened by the second. One hand slid from the curve of her shapely rear, gliding slowly over the graceful line of her waist and up along the smooth, delicate skin of her back. His fingers moved with patient familiarity until they found the thin pink strap resting against her shoulder. With a small, careful motion, he unhooked it and drew the bra away. Freed from the delicate barrier, his palm settled over the soft fullness of her breast, his fingers brushing lightly between the two round mounds as if savoring their warmth.

"Babe, how did you know I was in the bathroom? And on the ceiling, of all places?"

He finally broke the kiss when they were both breathless, a thin, glistening strand of saliva still connecting their parted lips. The sight felt strangely decadent, almost shameless in its intimacy. Marcus lowered his head, burying his face against her chest as he gently suckled the rosy peaks there, unable to resist them any longer. Even as he indulged himself, genuine curiosity tugged at his thoughts. He had been holding his breath the entire time, careful not to make a sound.

"Lily..." he murmured.

"Marcus..." Lily’s voice came out in a soft, trembling moan of pleasure as she clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Her mind felt hazy, as though the warmth spreading through her body had softened every thought. Still, she managed to answer him.

"... it was the technique."

After speaking, she struggled to steady herself against the rising tide of passion. With a small flick of her hand, she gestured toward the shower switch. The faucet responded immediately. Cool, clear water began pouring down from above, cascading over their entwined bodies and sending a refreshing chill across their heated skin.

"Babe, your skills have improved so much."

Marcus stared at her in astonishment. The last time they had practiced, Lily could barely influence objects from a distance. At best she could nudge something slightly if she concentrated hard enough. Now she had manipulated the switch as easily as if she had touched it directly. The improvement was obvious.

"Mhm." Lily nodded happily, the corners of her lips lifting with quiet pride. "When I logged out earlier, I noticed you were already offline. But when I looked around the room, you weren’t there. I wondered where you had gone. So I focused on thinking about you... really focusing."

Her eyes sparkled as she explained, clearly delighted by the experience.

"Then I felt this surge of energy flowing through me. It was strange, but wonderful at the same time. Somehow I could actually sense you, and that was when I realized you were in the bathroom."

For Lily, the feeling of being able to sense Marcus like that was surprisingly comforting. It was as though an invisible thread connected them.

"That’s amazing."

Marcus could not help feeling impressed. It seemed Lily had grasped the essence of the Human Rock technique even better than he had.

Curious, he closed his eyes and tried to follow the method she had described. Slowly, he felt the current of energy moving within him. The sensation reminded him of drifting beyond his body, like a faint form of astral awareness. As his concentration deepened, a clear sense of Lily’s presence appeared in his mind, as though she were a bright point of warmth within a circle stretching several miles around him.

The connection felt unmistakable.

He tried extending his awareness further. First he attempted to sense his sister, Amber, somewhere in the mansion. Nothing happened. Then he turned his attention as his thoughts shifted towards Anya, still nothing. No matter how hard he tried, he could not detect anyone else.

Yet the woman in his arms felt vividly clear, almost impossibly so.

The Human Rock technique truly deserved its reputation as something similar to a cultivation art straight out of am Eastern Fantasy. When two people practiced it together, their connection became something special. They could sense each other’s presence instinctively, and the stronger their mastery grew, the farther that awareness could reach.

Unfortunately, Marcus’s own understanding of the technique was still shallow. His range was limited. If his abilities had been more refined, he might have sensed Anya at that very moment.

Anya lay stretched comfortably across her bed, dressed in a soft, light blue floral nightgown. The delicate fabric rested lightly over her slender figure as she gazed up at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting back to the passionate moment she had shared earlier that evening while soaring through the sky on the Violet Thunderwing Steed. A quiet, delighted laugh escaped her lips as the memory replayed in her mind.

"Marcus... you really are a playboy. A complete jerk."

She murmured the words softly to herself, though the smile on her lips betrayed the affection hidden beneath the teasing complaint. Raising a hand, she touched her beautiful red lips, as if trying to recall the lingering warmth of his kiss. The memory of his strong presence, the boldness of that moment in the sky, and the thrilling confusion of her first kiss all blended together into something she would never forget.

"Marcus, you... Jerk."

Still giggling quietly, Anya rolled onto her side and hugged the fluffy pink and white teddy bear resting beside her pillow. She pinched its round little nose and gently tugged at its paw while speaking each word slowly and deliberately.

Marcus had bought the teddy bear for her after they first met, back when he had accidentally injured her. It had been a simple gift meant to apologize.

To Anya, however, it had become something precious.

It was her favorite doll, and she had given it a special name.

Marky.

As part of her nightly routine, she pressed a gentle kiss to the bear’s soft fur, then pulled the blanket up around herself. Hugging the toy close to her chest, she soon drifted into a quiet, peaceful sleep, her expression soft and content.

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"This really is divine."

Back in the bathroom, Marcus could not help marveling at the remarkable potential of the Human Rock technique. The more he experienced it, the more mysterious its abilities seemed.

His gaze dropped to the enchanting woman still nestled in his arms. If he wanted to unlock its deeper secrets, he would need to practice the technique more diligently.

And for this particular technique, there was only one true path.

Sex

"Babe... what do you think of the Human Rock?"

His hand drifted back to her breast, his fingers kneading the soft flesh slowly while his other hand slid down again to her rear, gently caressing the smooth curve through the thin pink fabric of her panties. Leaning close, he whispered teasingly into her ear, his voice low with unmistakable desire.

"Marcus..."

The moment Lily saw the familiar heat in his eyes and felt the firm evidence of his growing arousal pressed against her, she understood exactly what he wanted. A wave of tenderness and excitement swept through her chest.

She let out a soft moan and parted her lips, meeting him halfway as her tongue slipped shyly forward.

"Babe, the Human Rock is so... powerful... I want to practice with you..."

Her voice came out in a quiet whisper as she leaned close to his ear, gently licking the edge of his earlobe. The playful boldness in her tone surprised even herself. She had never spoken so openly, never dared to voice thoughts that sounded so suggestive.

But halfway through the sentence, her courage faltered.

Flustered, she buried her face against his chest, too embarrassed to continue.

Even now, she was not fully used to speaking such shameless, intimate words aloud. What she had already said was close to the limit of what she could manage.

Her face burned crimson, the blush spreading across her elegant features.

What Lily did not realize was that this mixture of innocence and coyness only made her more irresistible. The shy redness coloring her cheeks transformed her natural grace into the seductive charm of a young married woman, stirring Marcus’s desire even more intensely.

"What a dirty little wife I’ve got."

His voice carried a teasing warmth as he lowered his head and captured her lips again. He sucked gently on her soft mouth, his tongue intertwining with hers while his hand moved between her breasts, slowly kneading them, savoring the full softness filling his palm.

Under the steady rhythm of his caresses and the heat of his kisses, Lily’s body began to move almost unconsciously. She pressed herself against him, rubbing softly as quiet moans escaped her lips from time to time.

The sounds were soft and delicate, like faint music meant only for his ears, yet they ignited his desire even further.

"Babe... you’re driving me crazy."

He murmured the words beside her ear, his voice thick with longing. The tension between them had built to its peak. The warmth of her body, the softness of her voice, and the scent of her skin blended into something overwhelming.

Marcus quietly circulated his energy, sharpening his senses as he listened carefully for any sound beyond the bathroom.

In particular, he focused on his sister Amber’s breathing. After a moment, he confirmed she was deeply asleep.

Satisfied, he wasted no more time.

With one swift movement, he slipped away the final piece of clothing still covering Lily’s body, the delicate pink panties falling aside to reveal her completely. Her flawless figure stood bare before him, illuminated by the soft bathroom light.

At this point, restraint was impossible.

The fire burning between them had grown too intense to suppress any longer.

Marcus lifted Lily’s soft legs and wrapped them around his waist. She responded instinctively, her arms locking around his neck as she pulled herself tightly against him.

Then, standing firmly beneath the falling stream of water, he pushed forward and entered her warm, welcoming depths in one powerful motion.

Their bodies pressed together as the passion they had been holding back finally erupted, and he began moving with fierce intensity, savoring every moment of the overwhelming, intoxicating union they shared.