Reincarnated in a Eroge Game With a SSS-Rank Taming System-Chapter 25: Step - Inviting Romie Elowen to My Personal Chambers

Chapter 25: Step 25 - Inviting Romie Elowen to My Personal Chambers

I watched her.

Within seconds, she blushed, her breathing getting faster, her heart pounding louder.

There was no doubt.

My class was definitely working right now. There was not a single doubt in my mind about it. I could see it from her behavior, which was definitely unlike her character. She was known as a smart, cold woman who would never get flustered, and here she was... blushing under my gaze.

"I-I..."

She tried to open her mouth, but it was already too late; she was already under my charm. I could see it in her eyes. They slowly moved up and down, looking at my whole body, but lingered around my abdomen and my lower part.

I would have never thought this possible. But Romie Elowen was currently eying me with a lot of "naughty" intentions. Still, it was only the beginning; I needed to make sure that she would pull through.

Maybe not right now... but maybe later, during the night.

One thing was sure. I could feel the two Affection Hearts getting closer to my grasp. Maybe I would have them by the end of tonight.

I smirked just thinking about it.

"Why are you stuttering?" I smirked. "Trouble breathing?"

She blushed even more. "I-It’s not that..."

She could no longer meet my eyes.

I laughed inwardly.

Right there, I had managed to make Romie Elowen act in such an indecent way in front of her family. It was only a question of time before I would have managed to conquer the very first heroine of the game.

However, as I continued to flirt, I sensed someone sending me death stares from behind.

It was Morgana. It seemed like she wasn’t too happy about my actions.

***

[Morgana Vera’s POV]

How dare he get closer to another girl right before me!

I clicked my tongue. Sariah hadn’t lied to me. He had really flirted with her outside.

I was annoyed. I wanted him to come see me. Not that stupid-looking girl; I should be the one who he is speaking to. I should be the one on the verge of hugging him.

I clicked my tongue.

The worst part about all this was that... even if it annoyed me, I couldn’t find myself to hate him for it.

In fact... deep down, even if I didn’t want to admit it, it kind of turned me on watching him flirt with another girl, not even talking to me, ignoring me as if I was just another girl.

I-It almost made me hornier than before.

As I continued to watch them, I even started feeling my nipples hardening, and a strange ticklish feeling appeared in between my legs.

***

Still, when I looked back toward Lady Morgana, she seemed to not care as much. I noticed her face turning redder within seconds; her nipples even perked out of her tight dress. Still, I needed to give all of my attention toward Romie.

I got closer to her, my breath brushing against her neck. We were inches away from one another as I could feel her body press against mine.

I whispered in her ear, "If you want... you can come see me later tonight. I’ll wait for you. We can talk more about my class."

I knew she was still interested in it. That’s why I said that. It was definitely a gamble, but I hoped it would work. After saying that, I turned around and walked away without a care in the world under the gaze of everyone in the room.

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Late that night...

[Romie Elowen’s POV]

I paced in front of his door for a solid two minutes before finally knocking.

What was I doing?

This was ridiculous.

Utterly foolish.

And yet... I was already here.

I clutched the fabric of my robe tighter. It was loose, casual—far too informal for a visit like this. But I hadn’t wanted to look too prepared. That would make it seem like I cared. Like I had spent an hour thinking about it.

Which I had.

The door opened before I could knock a second time.

Zale stood there, shirtless.

His eyes met mine. Warm. Confident. And without hesitation, he stepped aside.

"Come in."

I hesitated only for a moment, then crossed the threshold.

His room was surprisingly neat. Clean but spartan. A single lamp glowed on the desk, casting soft light across the space. Shadows danced on the walls, and I felt them crawl across my bare legs.

"So..." I said, clearing my throat. "I wanted to ask you more about your class."

He didn’t speak right away. Instead, he stepped behind me—and slowly, casually—closed the door.

It clicked shut with a softness that made my heart pound.

I shouldn’t be here.

This was improper.

This was dangerous.

And yet, a small thrill buzzed through my skin. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"Of course," he said, voice low. "We can talk."

He gestured to the edge of the bed. I sat.

He didn’t.

He stood in front of me instead, folding his arms as he looked down at me—his gaze unapologetically direct.

"You really want to know about my class?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Even though it’s dangerous?" His lips curved, the kind of smile that made the tips of my ears warm. "Even though you can already feel it affecting you?"

I swallowed. "I... I need to know what I’m dealing with. As a noble. As a future Countess."

"Future Countess," he repeated, as if testing the word.

Then, slowly, he knelt in front of me.

I blinked. "What are you—?"

"Just listening," he said.

His hands didn’t touch me. But I could feel the heat of them, hovering just close enough to make me aware of every inch of space between us.

"I think," he murmured, "you’re too used to being in control. People follow your orders; they treat you like you’re some perfect jewel on a pedestal."

He leaned in, just a little, and his voice dropped to a whisper.

"But what happens when someone sees you not as an heir or a noble, but as a woman?"

My breath caught.

I hated that he was right.

He was too close now. The scent of him—it was faint, clean, masculine—washed over me. And when he placed his hand beside mine, our fingers barely touched.

But it was enough.

I didn’t pull away.

"I think," he said again, "you want someone who won’t bend to you. Someone who knows exactly what you want even before you say it."

I hated him.

I hated how right he was.

I hated how my knees felt weak just sitting down.

"You... don’t know anything about me," I said weakly.

He smiled. "Don’t I?"

His fingers grazed mine. Just a light stroke—bare skin on bare skin.

I shivered.

Then I whispered, "What are you trying to do to me?"

"I’m not trying anything, Romie," he said, voice velvet-smooth. "I’m just showing you who you really are."

He leaned in. His lips brushed my cheek.

Not my mouth. Not yet.

Just a ghost of a kiss. Gentle. Warm. Patient.

And somehow that made it worse.

My head spun. I could feel the air shift. My thighs pressed together instinctively, a pulse echoing through me.

Then, without warning, he stood.

That same amused confidence danced in his eyes.

"Thank you for coming," he said simply.

It was dismissal—but not a cruel one.

I stood up far too fast, feeling slightly dizzy, my face burning as I nodded. "Yes. Of course. I—I’ll see you tomorrow."

He said nothing. Just watched me with that smile that promised far more than words ever could.

As I walked out of the room—my legs trembling—I was certain of two things.

One: I was completely out of my depth.

And two: I wanted more.

➤ [Romie Elowen – Affection: ♥♡♡♡♡]

[Nickolas Elowen’s POV]

From his study window, the Count watched the hallway below.

He had seen the door open.

He had seen his daughter slip out—quiet, flushed, her steps hurried but not panicked.

He had seen the boy close the door again without shame.

Nickolas poured himself a slow cup of brandy.

"Well, well..."

His wife, Celestine, looked up from her desk. "You saw?"

He nodded once, sipping. "I did."

Her brow arched. "Are you furious?"

"No," he said after a moment. "Not at all."

There was a long pause.

"I always worried about her," he murmured. "That she was too cold. Too closed off. So proper she might never let anyone in."

Celestine watched him carefully. "And you think he is the right one to change that?"

"I don’t know yet." He turned toward the window, voice contemplative. "But he’s powerful. Clever. Dangerous, even. And if he can break through that icy wall of hers..."

He took another sip.

"Then perhaps that’s not such a bad thing."

Celestine smiled faintly. "So long as she doesn’t lose herself."

"She won’t." Nickolas’ eyes narrowed, thoughtful. "If anything... she may finally find the part of herself that’s been buried far too long."

He looked down the hall once more.

"Let’s see where this goes."