What the fuck is wrong with me...?

Lucian asked himself.

And how could he not?

His parents were dead, killed right in front of him. He didn’t even know what happened to their bodies and...

And he was getting hard like an animal just because a nurse walked into the room...?

What...?

Lucian felt disgusted by himself, he hated the way his balls felt tight and heavy. He hated how he could still smell her scent, how he could still taste her and his head was still imagining every single thing that he was doing, so much that his cock was now throbbing, leaking slightly against the fabric, rearing to have a go at her.

"Haahh... Haahhh... Haahhh..."

Lucian breathed strongly, his head felt more and more dizzy. He pulled his hair tightly, as if pain would put his thoughts where they mattered now.

And it worked, at least a little.

"W-What’s my name...?"

He asked in a hoarse, forced voice, his breathing still ragged.

"...huh?"

The nurse frowned.

"My name..."

He asked.

"Have you... lost your memori—"

The nurse tried to ask with an even deeper frown but—

"JUST TELL ME MY NAME DAMMIT!!"

Lucian screamed so loudly that the woman’s body flinched in fear.

"N-Lucian Cross."

She answered. Lucian glanced at her, his breathing became more erratic, his face flushed, only he knew how badly he was holding himself back, but the more he looked at her, the worse it was getting.

So it’s not transmigration.

He acknowledged in his head.

"I... uhh...

Someone will speak with you soon."

The nurse, not knowing what she was supposed to do and feeling unsafe in his presence, rushed out of the room.

And only once she left did Lucian finally manage to calm down to some level, he could still smell her scent even though, the smell however, was now distant, so it didn’t affect him as strongly.

This however, still hadn’t solved the problem.

His cock was still twitching, his body still felt uncomfortably warm, his face was flushed, his heart was still beating rapidly, his breathing was ragged, and now that the woman was gone, his nose was focusing on that strong antiseptic scent again and his head was hammered by all the loud noise his mind was registering.

"Haahh... Haahhh... Haahh..."

Lucian didn’t know what was happening to him, whatever it was, he was constantly fidgeting, moving, trying to distract himself, but nothing was working.

Honestly, he wanted to bang his head on the wall and fall unconscious but before his mind could consider that possibility, another woman walked into his room.

Lucian looked at her and he froze.

The woman who entered was breathtaking.

She was wearing a dark coat over a white blouse, her black pencil skirt was modest but her attire, though modest, did nothing to hide her body. Her breasts were full and heavy, her waist was strikingly narrow, flaring out into wide, shapely hips that swayed naturally as she walked. Her long, toned legs that hid beneath her skirt were lascivious, Lucian watched her, no, he ogled her up and down, without being able to control himself one bit.

She was stunning in a cold, almost dangerous way.

*Picture*

And the moment she arrived, Lucian’s already heated body reacted violently.

His stiff cock stiffened even more, throbbing hard. He could smell her clean, expensive scent mixed with the warm, feminine aroma of her skin. It was far more desirable than the nurse.

His mouth went dry, his balls tightened. A sudden, filthy image flashed through his mind, bending her over the hospital bed, ripping that proper skirt up, burying himself deep inside her while she gasped, and this time, he almost gave into his urge and stood up.

But—

No.

Stop.

He stopped himself at the last moment.

Whatever it was that was happening to him, it didn’t matter. Never in his life would he rape someone, even if it killed him. His parents did not raise him to be that man and he would honor that, even though he himself was in no position to talk about honor.

Honor?

He felt disgusted by his current self.

He didn’t even know if his parents’ bodies were cold yet... and he...

Lucian almost pulled his hair out, he clenched his jaw so hard that his head hurt, all while his cock kept pulsing, leaking, demanding attention.

The woman, however, despite having noticed it—

Seemed completely unbothered by it.

She simply sat on the chair, at a little distance away from him, then, she looked at him with her cold, piercing gray eyes that turned him on even more.

"My name is Claire Voss."

She began.

"I’m here to take your statement. Tell me what happened at your house."

She demanded as she opened her file.

Lucian froze, once again, those images appeared in his head, his dead parents, that bastard’s face, and when he thought about him, his blood boiled in uncontrollable rage.

Punished.

That bastard needed to be punished!

So...

Lucian told her everything. How he killed his father, his mother, the way his mother’s body magically hovered in the air before she died an agonizing death, how he drank the Incubus Blood so he couldn’t get it, how he couldn’t clearly remember the rest of the details, but he did recall that the bastard ran away.

Claire listened without a single change in expression and wrote everything down. When she finished, she read it back in her same, flat voice:

"So you suffered a psychotic break, attacked your parents, destroyed parts of the house, and collapsed."

"What...?"

Lucian froze.

Claire looked at him like he was a fool and repeated herself.

"You suffered a psycho—"

"THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID!!"

Lucian screamed, barely holding himself back from jumping at her. Claire, however, wasn’t like the nurse before, even as he screamed, even as he looked at her with his eyes glowing dangerously, there was no change in her expression.

That made him want to attack her even more, but again, he stopped himself, he would not hurt someone just because they didn’t believe him.

Then there wouldn’t be a difference between him and the bastard who killed his parents.

And he refused to become someone similar to him with all his heart, he detested that very thought alone.

So instead—

He talked.

"Please, listen to me.

You need to believe me!"

He urged, at the same time, holding every cell of his body back from exploding at her.

"Oh, I believe you.

I know you’re telling the truth,"

Claire looked at him and answered calmly.

"What...?"

Lucian stopped breathing for a second.

"Then why did you write that?"

He asked with a ridiculous look on his face.

"Because that is the story the world will believe."

"Huh...?"