Reincarnated With the Seduction System

Chapter 250: Seraphina’s Compensation



Chapter 250: Seraphina’s Compensation

As the hall emptied, leaving Adrian alone in the vast, grand room, the weight of his responsibilities pressed upon him like the unyielding stone walls of Everhart Manor.

He leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the intricate motifs carved into the ceiling. Each swirl and curve seemed to echo his thoughts—a tapestry of ambition, duty, and love. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft echo of approaching footsteps.

Adrian’s heart skipped a beat as he looked up to see Seraphina approaching. Her fiery presence seemed to illuminate the dim room, her robes shimmering like liquid fire under the ambient glow of the chandeliers. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, he felt as though she could see straight into his soul.

When she stopped before him, Adrian braced himself for her usual sharp wit or stern advice. Instead, she surprised him.

"My dear husband," she began, her voice smooth as silk, "what are you thinking about so intently?"

Before he could respond, Seraphina closed the distance between them and perched herself on his lap with effortless grace.

The fabric of her robes shifted with her movements, the high slit falling open slightly to reveal a hint of her thigh. Adrian’s face turned a shade of crimson as he struggled to compose himself.

“W-What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice betraying his flustered state.

She ignored his protest, leaning against him with a teasing smile. "You seemed so lost in thought, I couldn’t resist. Tell me, my dear, what troubles you?"

Adrian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It’s nothing... I was just thinking about how our family will fare in the future. There’s so much to do to make us even stronger."

Seraphina’s expression softened, her fingers tracing small circles on his chest. "With you around, Adrian," she said confidently, "we’ll only grow stronger. You’ve proven that time and time again."

Her words filled him with a brief moment of pride, but then she abruptly shifted her tone, pouting like a spoiled child. "But husband is so mean," she said, her lips forming an adorable pout. "You gave everyone gifts, yet here I am, forgotten. And you’re not even talking about compensating me. How unfair!"

Adrian blinked, startled by her sudden change in demeanor. "My wife, I didn’t mean to overlook you," he said, though he knew she was merely teasing.

"You know the reason. Your strength is essential for now. Resetting your level isn’t safe yet. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait a little while longer."

Her pout deepened, and she crossed her arms, shifting slightly in his lap. The movement caused her robe to part just a little more, and Adrian quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks burn.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"That’s not the answer I was looking for," she said with a mock huff, her discontent clear.

Adrian sighed, his lips curving into a small, affectionate smile. "Alright, I understand," he said gently. "I’m sorry. What compensation does my dear wife desire?"

A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, and she leaned forward, her arms wrapping around his neck as she drew closer.

Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, her breath warm against his ear. "Take me, husband," she murmured, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "Make a mess out of me."

Adrian froze, his mind racing as her meaning sank in. Before he could respond, Seraphina kissed his cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to leave him speechless.

Then, with a graceful movement, she stood from his lap and walked a few steps, her robes swaying with each step.

Turning, she settled herself on the edge of the table in front of him, crossing her legs elegantly. Her piercing blue eyes held his, her teasing smile never faltering.

"So, Adrian," she said, her voice filled with playful challenge. "What will you do?"

Seraphina's presence was nothing short of captivating as she perched herself on the edge of the  table, her fiery aura drawing Adrian's full attention.

The fabric of her shimmering robe shifted as she crossed her legs with deliberate grace, the high slit revealing the smooth expanse of her toned thighs.

Her flawless skin caught the warm glow of the chandeliers, almost as if it were kissed by fire itself.

Her posture was effortlessly elegant yet tinged with a bold sensuality.

The robe, fitted perfectly to her form, hugged her curves in all the right places, its intricate embroidery catching the light with every subtle movement.

The deep neckline hinted at her collarbones and the gentle rise and fall of her chest, a tantalizing contrast to the regal authority she always exuded.

Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, the soft waves framing her sharp, delicate features.

Those piercing blue eyes, filled with mischief and an unmistakable allure, locked onto Adrian's, daring him to look away.

The faintest smirk played on her full lips, painted a shade that matched the embers in her eyes, a blend of playfulness and seduction that left him utterly speechless.

As she leaned back slightly, propping herself up on her hands, the motion caused the fabric of her robe to shift again, exposing just a bit more of her thighs, the slit teasingly refusing to reveal too much.

The sight was both provocative and mesmerizing, a perfect embodiment of her fiery personality and commanding elegance.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice low, almost purring. The corners of her lips curved upward in a smirk that sent a shiver down his spine. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Adrian swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. “Can you blame me?” His voice came out rougher than he intended, and her smirk deepened, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

Her hand trailed lazily along the edge of the table, her fingers brushing against the polished wood as if testing its texture.

But Adrian couldn’t help but imagine those same fingers tracing patterns across his skin. The thought alone made his breath hitch.

She leaned forward slightly, and the motion caused the neckline of her robe to dip just enough to reveal the faintest hint of her collarbones. The air between them grew heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.

Seraphina tilted her head, her fiery red hair cascading over one shoulder like a waterfall of flames. “Tell me, my dear husband,” she said, her tone dripping with a mix of curiosity and something darker, more primal. “Are you just going to keep watching, or are you going to fuck me?”

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