Chapter 30

"How do you expect me to infiltrate his mind? I'm no supernatural being from the ethereal realms," he pondered aloud, his tone laced with uncertainty.

"Come now, don't underestimate me. I possess the means to breach his thoughts. Time is of the essence; the sooner I accomplish this task, the more opportunity I'll have to... fulfill our agreement," she retorted with a determined air, her gaze unwavering.

He sighed, his eyes shifting between her and the young man before them. "I suppose I could entertain the notion. But can you assure me this will yield results?"

"If you can arouse me, you can arouse him," she asserted matter-of-factly, her words laden with implications.

"Oh, Lumiria, what am I going to do with you?" he muttered under his breath, a mixture of exasperation and amusement evident in his voice.

"You'll assist me, and in doing so, you'll assist yourself," she replied, her tone suggestive of an unspoken promise.

"Very well. I'll attempt it," he conceded.

With that, she gracefully dismounted the bed, relinquishing her position to Vinicius, who now took his place atop the young man.

Lumiria extended her hand, delicately hovering it over the minds of both the young man and Vinicius. "Close your eyes," she instructed softly.

As Vinicius complied, a sudden shift occurred, transporting him to a new locale. "Goodness, where am I, madam?" he inquired, his surroundings resembling that of a scholarly abode, replete with shelves, verdant foliage, and the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds.

"I'm uncertain. It appears to be some sort of study or library. Focus on finding him," Lumiria directed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Vinicius took measured steps forward, his gaze alighting upon Giovanni, dressed similarly and engrossed in a book.

Lumiria stifled a giggle at the sight. "What's so amusing?" Vinicius inquired.

"To your left, there lies a mirror," she replied with a mischievous grin.

He turned his head, his gaze meeting a reflection that depicted himself clad in a ballet shirt, the fabric delicately hugging his form, and black leggings that accentuated every curve of his physique. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, his mind uncluttered by myriad thoughts. Purposefully, he advanced until he stood face to face with the young man.

Actually, the face of the book and Vinicius waist.

Lumiria observed Giovanni, noting the subtle shift in his demeanor as he lowered his book, a flicker of nervousness evident in his movements upon realizing his teacher's presence.

"Hello, teacher. I didn't realize you were here. I was just studying this book to improve my technique," Giovanni greeted, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.

Vinicius nodded approvingly. "Very good. It's inspiring to see your dedication to ballet. Remember, academic study is just as crucial."

Giovanni responded not with words, but with a genuine smile, his cheeks flushing with shyness as his gaze momentarily darted away, only to return with newfound courage, his chest swelling with pride. "Thank you, teacher," he murmured earnestly.

Vinicius couldn't help but chuckle at Giovanni's bashfulness, offering a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Yet, a pang of guilt gnawed at him.

"Oh my god. This is all so inappropriate," he muttered under his breath, his internal conflict palpable.

"Lumiria, once he's prepared, can't you handle the illusion aspect?" he queried, seeking a way to alleviate his discomfort.

"No, you're the one who must," Lumiria responded, her voice laced with amusement, before relenting. "I jest. I'll assist you with this."

"Fine, you persistent nuisance," Vinicius grumbled in response.

"So... since I'm already here, is there something in which I can assist you with?" Vinicius inquired, settling himself beside the boy with a deliberate proximity that seemed to radiate tension, contrasting starkly with Giovanni's serene composure.

As Vinicius leaned towards the book, the air between them thickened, imbuing Giovanni's calm demeanor with a subtle unease. The slight shift in Giovanni's posture betrayed a nervousness that he struggled to conceal.

Lumiria sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the unfolding scene. "Maintain this facade. I only wish this could progress more swiftly," she murmured, a note of impatience creeping into her voice.

"Why the delay?" Vinicius pressed, a hint of frustration coloring his tone.

"Because he shares your tendency to respect boundaries, even within the realm of dreams," Lumiria explained, her words laden with resignation.

Vinicius swallowed hard, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Even in his own dreams, he adhered to his principles. Yet, Lumiria had encountered individuals who, despite their reserved nature in waking life, unleashed their desires with abandon in the realm of dreams. The irony was not lost on him.

Restlessly, Vinicius edged closer on the couch, his movements calculated to close the distance between them.

"Which technique do you find most effective?" he inquired, locking eyes with Giovanni. A subtle smile played on the teacher's lips as he discerned the hypnotic hold the student was under.

Giovanni's response was immediate, "This one."

Vinicius smoothly shifted his position, appearing to adjust himself for comfort, all the while discreetly extending his arm behind the boy. Their fingers brushed lightly as he redirected Giovanni's focus. "This technique also holds promise. You might want to give it a try."

Lumiria, observing the scene, knew that it was time to intervene before matters escalated further.

She changed the images, they were shirtless, their nipples hard touching each other and then Giovanni was on his backs and the teacher on top of him, with very sensual movements.

She took the trident, and sucked everything.

Vinicius eyes opened, at some pointed realizing he was already disconnected;

He looked down and the boy was with red cheeks.

Lumiria bit her lips when everything was already done. Her actual thought was "Will Vini think it was funny and giggle with me?". But the look in his eyes said another thing, I look of contained argue, his eyes narrowed.

He was watching her intently. I type of look that made her body shiver, like she was about to be attack. But he seemed calm on top of Giovanni.

“For a moment, I thought you would make me do really dirty things with that boy.” The coldness in his voice, the expression guarded.

“I am so sorry. I had to wait for a good moment to activate the illusion.” And she giggled nervously.

Lumiria was speechless after saying apologizing, having no ideia how to deal with the look on his face. She opened her mouth and then close it again, twice. The joke is on me. Never in this or any alternative universe did she expect him to drop everything and turn up here.

“May you sit?” he asked, his eyes now dancing with humor – thank underworld – maybe he’ll recognize the funny part of her ideia?

She nodded. Vinicius Sabino was sitting on edge bed.

“I wondered what your job with other victims would look like,” he said.

She glanced around it, plotting any excuse to smooth the conversation, no – the room was so simples and tided up, like Vinicius.

Giovanni room was functional but simples – sparse beige thin furniture and a white iron double bed with a chess quilt, made by some grandmother when he was in her countryside house phase. It’s all pale beige and cream.

“It’s very serene and peaceful in here,” he murmured. Not at the moment… not with you here, Lumiria thought.

Finally, her medulla oblongata was in condition to recall its purpose, She breathed.

“How… ?” like he didn’t say he used to walk at night.

He smiled at her.

“It’s not a really big city to coincidences not happen.” She answered.

“So, you ignore my messages and think everything was back to normal after taking my virginity?”

Holy cow, is he offended? She stared down at her red pointed nails, wondering how could she find a way to get out of the situation? If she told him it was a joke, it would look like shewas really a very dumb and nonsense person.

“I thought it was cool guys take girl’s virginity and disappear.” Her voice was small, pathetic.

“Yes, but I am not a girl, I am a boy, I don’t leave things like this, especially after someone make me so interested, Lumiria” he said darkly.

She blinked up at him, really stuck on her thoughts, freeing her lip.

“I thought I didn’t think straight then. I need to think, actually,” She murmured softly.

Her heart was pounding. She could feel that pull again, the same delicious electricity finding its way between them charging, filling the tiny space between them with static. He’s sitting so close to dark, his eyes dark smoky brown like the fog of early in the morning, his elbows resting on his knees, his legs apart like a invitation.

Giovanni moved position, lying on his sides, and both of them stopped. Vinicius wasn’t really going to do something on other person’s bed, right?

“You know” he whisperd, leaning forward, he slowly undoes one of her shoulder armor, his fingers caressing her skin. “If you didn’t activate the illusion, I would find a way to pull you to the dream and you would be between me and him and things would be really fun.”

Her breathing was shallow, and she could not move. She watched hypnotized as his hand moved to her second shoulder armor pad with his long, skilled fingers.

“So you decided to play with me, to test my limits once again. You really wish to see me like this, uh, pest? ”he breathed, his voice soft and melodious. His fingers gently tucked her hair behind her ear. “Why, Lamuria?” His fingers circled her ear, and very softly, he tugged her earlobe, rhythmically. It’s so sexual.

“I needed time to think,” She whispered. He knew exactly the effect he’s making to her.

“Think about what, Lumiria?”

“You.”

“And you decided that it was playing with me while you thought?

Oh shit. She flushed.

“Yes, I thought it was nice playing with you.” She admitted, shy.

His lips arched with a trace of a smile, and then smiling wickedly and her eyes were drawn to his beautiful sculptured Brazilian mouth.

“Well, I thought I should come and remind you how it’s not a good ideia to make a joke out of me.”

Holy crap. She stared at him open almost open-mouthed, and his fingers moved from her ear to her chin.

“What do you say to that, Miss Lumiria?”

His brown eyes blazed at her, his challenge intrinsic, coming from art or fight, in his stare. His lips are parted – he’s waiting, coiled to strike like the punchs. Desire – acute, liquid, punchfull and smoldering, combusts and flogs deep in her belly.

She took a instinctive action and launched herself at him. Somehow he moved with above normal human skills, She had no idea how, and in the blink of an sucubbus eye She’s on the bed pinned beneath him, her arms defenseless stretched out and held above her head, his free artistic hand clutching her face, and his mouth found hers.

“Hey, we’re on this bed.” She whispered between kisses.

“He doesn’t mind. He likes me.” He said, continuing.