Incubus Cultivator: Leveling Through Lust

"He walked in alone. He made them look away."

The next morning, Lucien stood beneath the ceremonial arch of the Crimson Sect's highest tower — the Hall of Balance.

Its golden gates only opened for two kinds of men: those being judged, and those being crowned.

Lucien wasn't sure which one he was yet.

The summons had come without explanation — a decree signed by all seven Inner Elders and stamped with the mark of the Crimson Throne itself.

Lira had tried to stop him. Nyra had threatened to follow. Kaelara had only whispered, "Don't let them break you."

But he came alone.

Because Lucien Blackthorn did not follow power. He made power follow him.

Entering the Hall of Balance

Twelve steps. Twelve jade pillars. Twelve masked elders.

And one empty seat — the throne.

Lucien entered wearing a simple robe. No armor. No weapons.

But every eye followed him.

He stood in the center of the ring and waited.

The Elders began their questions.

"You broke three oaths." "You awakened a forbidden core." "You seduced ranking disciples without clearance." "You touched the Empress."

Lucien smiled.

"I didn't touch her," he said. "She touched me first."

Silence.

Then one elder slammed her staff. "You mock this court."

Lucien stepped forward. His aura expanded slowly — not aggressively, but irresistibly.

> [Passive Skill Activated: Lust Dominion – Aura Phase II] [Effect: Emotional imbalance detected in Elder Ring. Charm resistance lowered by 40%.]

"I don't mock your laws," Lucien said. "I reveal your fear."

"You fear I'll take control."

"You fear I'll make them choose me."

"You fear the women who now look at me — the way they never looked at you."

Gasps.

One elder stepped forward — her mask cracked. She was beautiful. Mature. Eyes tired from too many rules.

"Then show us," she said.

Lucien raised an eyebrow. "Show you what?"

She lowered her robe to her shoulders.

"Why they follow you."

Trial by Pleasure [18+]

The hall shifted. Barriers rose. Guards turned away.

The remaining elders said nothing — but didn't stop it.

Lucien walked forward.

He undressed the woman slowly, his hands never rushed.

She trembled.

He kissed her neck. Her back. Her hip.

Then laid her on the ceremonial platform and entered her — slowly, deeply, deliberately.

She gasped. Arched.

The aura exploded.

> [Yin Source Acquired: Elder-Tier Cultivator. Yin Density: 8.8/10. Emotional Layer: Repressed Submission.] [Aura Sync: Roomwide Effect Engaged.]

Other elders squirmed in their robes. One clutched her chair. Another bit her lip.

Lucien didn't look at them.

He looked only at the woman beneath him.

And made her feel everything she had locked away for decades.

Her climax was loud. Raw. Echoing.

And when he pulled away, she didn't speak.

She bowed.

Aftermath & Verdict

The hall fell silent again.

Lucien stood in the center, breathing slow. His aura had receded, but the heat remained.

One by one, the elders stood.

And nodded.

Then — the throne spoke.

A deep, unseen voice from the crystal walls.

> "Lucien Blackthorn. You have passed the Trial of Submission." "You will not be punished." "You will not be promoted." "You will be… watched."

Lucien nodded. "That's all I ever wanted."

The Empress Returns

Outside the tower, Shae waited.

Lucien stepped into the light — and she smiled.

"I told them you wouldn't kneel," she said.

Lucien smirked. "I made one of them do it instead."

She laughed.

Then handed him a sealed scroll.

> "From Kaelara," she said. "It's not a love letter."

Lucien opened it. Read the first line.

And his smile vanished.

"They're coming. From beyond the Sect. And they know who you are."

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To Be Continued...

Next Chapter: Kaelara's Game — When Ice Begins to Melt [18+]