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Chapter 368: Confident Isaac, Crazy Kitsune · Sep 30, 2026

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Chapter 368: Confident Isaac, Crazy Kitsune

Isaac’s eyes fluttered open.

He sat on the bed and clenched his fist, feeling the strange sensation.

”So this is a dream,” he muttered, unclenching his hand.

The scent hit him then, thick and intoxicating, like honey laced with fire.

It was Catherine’s doing, her aphrodisiac ability weaving through the room, stirring every nerve in his body.

His dragon bloodline roared in response, heat pooling low in his gut, urging him to claim, to dominate.

The door creaked open.

Catherine stepped in, and Isaac’s breath caught.

She wore black lace lingerie that hugged her curves without mercy.

The thin straps barely containing her full breasts, the fabric dipping low to reveal the swell of her cleavage.

Her waist tapered to hips that swayed with deliberate grace, her long dark hair cascading down her back like spilled ink.

He swallowed hard, his cock twitching against his pants.

Catherine’s lips curved into a playful smile as she caught his stare.

”Isaac~ why do you look so nervous~?”

”Because you’re too sexy,” he admitted.

The hormones from his dragon lineage were raging, pushing him to dominate the untamed woman in front of him, to bury himself inside her until she screamed his name.

And that scent was amplifying everything, making his skin burn where it touched the air.

He decided then: no more holding back.

A slow smile spread across his face as he rose from the bed, closing the distance between them in two strides.

His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Their bodies pressed together, heat seeping through the thin barriers of cloth.

Her breasts crushed against his chest, and their noses brushed, breaths mingling.

”You dressed so proactively. Seems like you wanted to seduce me quite badly,” he said, his fingers digging into the lace at her hips.

If Catherine was surprised by his boldness, she did not show it.

She tilted her head, lips hovering just shy of his.

”Yes. But you have to earn it, Isaac. Nothing comes free.”

”Earn it? Fine.”

He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was all demand.

His lips claimed hers, tongue slipping past to tangle with hers.

He tasted her. She was sweet, like ripe fruit, with that underlying spice from her kitsune essence.

He nipped at her lower lip, drawing a soft gasp, then soothed it with a deeper stroke, his saliva carrying its own aphrodisiac kick.

It was a trick of the Physique, designed to weaken resistance, to make every kiss addictive.

Catherine’s hands fisted in his shirt at first, but soon they softened, sliding up to grip his shoulders.

Slowly, her breathing began to become harder.

Life force was being pulled out of them.

At first it was a huge amount, but slowly the amount reduced and became stable.

Their life force was fusing and transforming into something, but Isaac paid it no mind for now.

He was enjoying the sensation.

As he had expected, Catherine was pure, no matter how seductive she acted. Let alone sex, she had not even kissed anyone.

He could feel her inexperience in the way her body trembled against his, the subtle hitch in her breath.

She was becoming dominated by him.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her flushed face, her lips swollen and glistening.

Catherine leaned in instinctively, chasing the contact, but she caught herself and straightened.

Isaac pretended not to notice.

He was going to break her thoroughly today, so this small victory was just the beginning.

Smiling, he scooped her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.

She was light, warm, her thighs pressing against his sides as he carried her to the bed and tossed her onto the mattress.

She bounced once, hair fanning out like a dark halo, her breasts straining against the lace as she propped herself on her elbows.

Isaac climbed onto the bed, caging her with his body, knees bracketing her hips.

”How about we play a game?”

”A game?” She arched a brow.

”Whoever begs for the it first loses.” He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. ”Winner gets one demand from the loser. Anything goes.”

Catherine’s gaze dropped to the bulge straining his pants, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

”Are you sure about this bet? You’ve got my bloodline and Physique in you now, and Celia, and Alice’s. Aren’t you just one step away from pouncing on me?”

She wasn’t wrong.

He was going mad.

He wanted to shred that lingerie, spread her legs, and thrust deep until she clawed his back raw, and cried his name.

Looking at her lying beneath him was making his mouth dry.

But uncontrollable thirst was why he’d win.

Catherine’s celestial kitsune heritage was legendary for being nymphomaniacs.

She’d saved herself for him, pent-up for years.

Now, with him here, her control was a thread about to snap.

She must be going as crazy as Isaac to do the deed, if not more.

”If you’re so sure you’ll win take the bet,” he challenged.

Her smile turned wicked, eyes gleaming.

”Okay. But if I win...”

She snapped her fingers, and the dream rippled.

A clone materialized beside the bed.

Its appearance began to change. Since this was a dream, she could manipulate simple things it.

The clone’s hair changed to silver, and its features sharpened into the Sword Empress’s fierce beauty.

Another snap, and Selene appeared, ethereal and graceful, her form lithe and inviting.

One more, and Althea joined, curvaceous and red hair, prideful and royal.

”If I win, you will have to do me with all my clones.”

”...what?”

”I can share senses with clones. So, I want to feel everything.”

Isaac’s smile froze.

Bullshit.

She had to be bluffing. She had to.

But memories flashed: the time she’d slapped the Sword Empress’s ass right in front of him during breakfast, grinning as she said Isaac would love that ass, and she should put it to use.

The woman was unhinged enough to mean it.

In a dream, with no witnesses around? When only two of them would know what happened?

Fuck. He couldn’t risk it.

’I need to win this. No matter what.’

Catherine caught the shift in his expression—the sudden intensity in his eyes—and her heart stuttered.

Her breathing grew harder, seeing Isaac becoming desperate and serious.

She wanted to tease him more.

It made her core clench, wetness soaking through her panties already.

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