As he did this, the system panel flickered to life, its futuristic chime startling him.
Lee's heart skipped, his mind reeling. For real? Curiosity surged, and as if sensing his question, another panel appeared, its words crisp and enticing.
Lee's breath caught, his thoughts racing like a fast break. This was a cheat code to power up, a shortcut to strength even if his aura training was stuck in the mud.
Forget struggling with his weak aura pool or getting smoked by Han, this system could make him faster, stronger, maybe even unbeatable. Each kind word, each moment with a girl like Lara, could stack his stats, turning him from a benchwarmer prince into a force. His eyes flicked back to Lara, a grin tugging at his lips. This could change everything.
He then reached out to touch lara's legs with a soft caress
She moaned quietly in her sleep and her favorability rose to 20%, instinctively she spread her legs a little wider showing lee her white cotton panites
Lee's hands moved higher to her thigh and she moaned again as her favorability now rose to 30%
Lee wondered if touching her pussy would make her more favorable or would cause her to wake up. He thinks about it for a while before deciding to try it. He teased a finger over her pussy lips.
Lara's grip was iron-tight as she seized Lee's wrists, her dark eyes flashing with fury in the dim glow of his bedroom's chandelier. "What the hell, you perv?" she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence. "What do you think you're doing, sneaking around like that?" Her cheeks were flushed, her curls slightly mussed from sleep, but her glare could've burned a hole through him.
Lee's face went hot, his heart hammering like a drum in his chest. He'd been caught red-handed, and his brain scrambled for a save. "Lara, I'm so sorry," he blurted, his voice tripping over itself. "It's just, you're so damn beautiful, and I've been thinking about you, like, all the time. I couldn't help myself." He cringed at how desperate he sounded, but he leaned into it, hoping his charm could defuse the situation.
Lara's scowl softened, her grip loosening just a fraction. Her anger seemed to ebb, replaced by a flicker of something else, embarrassment, maybe? She'd been thinking about him, too, her mind traitorously replaying the image of his dick all day, making her stomach flutter.
A blush crept up her neck, and Lee caught it, his pulse racing. "I just… wanna kiss you," he said, his voice low, tentative. "Is that okay?"
She nodded, her eyes softening.
He leaned in, their lips meeting in a hesitant kiss, warm and brief. When they parted, Lara smirked, bonking his head with her fist. "That's for waking me.".
The system suddenly glowed.
Lee's eyes widened, a grin tugging at his lips. Five points? That was huge.
After a moment's thought, he split the points: two to Strength, two to Speed, one to Agility.
The system hummed, a faint tingle rushing through his muscles, like a shot of adrenaline.
Strength: 12, Speed: 13, Agility: 11.
He flexed his arms, feeling a subtle difference, like his body was just a bit more solid.
Lee figured now was as good a time as any to try that meditation technique he'd read about. The book said focusing on his aura pool could make it denser, stronger, but he was sweaty and gross from… whatever just happened. A shower first, then meditation.
He slipped into the bathroom, the marble floor cool under his feet, and stepped into the steaming water, letting it wash away the tension. The gold fixtures gleamed, and he couldn't help but marvel at how this prince life was so extra, hot water on demand, no waiting for his mom to fix the janky water heater.
Refreshed, he returned to the library, the candlelight casting long shadows across the oak table. Lara was still sitting on the bed, watching him. Lee sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, closing his eyes and trying to channel the book's instructions. He pictured his aura pool, that small compartment in his mediastinum, like a second heart pulsing with magic.
Focusing inward, he sensed it, a tiny, flickering orb, barely the size of a marble, weak and wobbly compared to what he imagined Han's must be. His work was cut out for him, no question. He gritted his teeth, zeroing in on each atom of the aura, willing it to move, to stretch, to shift like clay under his hands.
He imagined it growing, shrinking, twisting into new shapes, his mind straining with the effort. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed harder, the orb resisting like it had a mind of its own.
An hour later, Lee sagged to the ground, his muscles trembling, his shirt damp with sweat. He was exhausted, like he'd run a marathon in his head.
Lara's voice broke the silence, soft but curious. "What are you doing, Your Highness?" She was sitting up now, her gown pulled back into place, her dark eyes studying him with a mix of amusement and concern.
Lee wiped his brow, panting. "I'm trying to master my aura," he said, his voice rough. "I found this new technique in a book. You focus on the aura pool, make it malleable, strengthen it. I need to do this for a while, maybe a week, to see if it works."
Lara raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "That's not how most people train aura," she said, her tone skeptical but not unkind. "But… if you think it'll help, go for it."