Chapter 30: Crazy Madison (R-18)

"You’re not real," she whispered. "You’re not... possible."

She stepped closer, her fingers trembling as they brushed the edge of my jaw.

"You look like a boy... if the universe tried to recreate one from memory." She exhaled. "No. You look like temptation. Like something holy and forbidden got mixed up on purpose."

Her breath was shaky. "I’ve never wanted to ruin something this perfect before."

I turned, slowly, lips parted.

Her knees buckled slightly.

"That’s not a face," she said under her breath. "That’s a curse."

Her hands moved across my abs, fingers tracing the ridges like she didn’t believe they were real. Then they slid lower, following that V-line, her palm resting right above the base like she needed to claim it.

"You look like you were made to destroy self-esteem," she whispered. "Every part of you..."

She was treating my body like it was a work of art designed specifically to ruin women’s self-control.

"Shoulders like a Greek god. Arms that make me feel safe and terrified at the same time. This—" She ran her palm flat down my stomach. "—this is criminal."

She shifted to my side, drinking me in from every angle. Her eyes flicked down to my cock again and stayed there. She bit her bottom lip hard.

"That thing deserves a Netflix documentary."

She just compared my dick to premium entertainment content.

I laughed, and she slapped my chest playfully. "I’m serious. You’re a sex demon. An actual one. I mean, look at this—" She ran her hand over my hip, then up to my ribs. "Every line, every muscle... it’s like your body was made to be worshipped."

She moved behind me again and hugged me tighter, her voice low and breathy.

"And yet... I still love Peter Carter."

That hit different.

She looked up at me in the mirror again. "The soft-spoken nerd. The sweet guy who offered to walk me home. That Peter? I’d take him home to meet my parents. One—" She dragged her nails lightly across my back. "—one I keep for myself as my man forever."

I turned in her arms, and our bodies pressed together. Her curves, her softness, against the hard, unrelenting shape I’d become. Her breath caught when our chests met—skin to skin.

"You’re not just hot," she whispered, staring up at me like I was something rare. "You’re... dangerous. And I love it."

I kissed her. Deep. Hard. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths with desperate hunger, her fingers locked behind my neck while my hands gripped her waist. She moaned against my lips as my hand slid down to cup her ass and pull her closer.

This was what having a girlfriend who knew all my secrets felt like.

"I should be scared of you," she whispered, fingertips tracing the ridges on my stomach. "But all I wanna do is be ruined even more by you."

Her fingers slid lower, skimming along the inside of my hip bone—just barely missing the part of me that was already twitching to attention.

"You know how dangerous it is to look this good?" she whispered, lips brushing my ear. "To walk around like this and pretend you’re still Peter Carter?"

My heart thudded. My cock stirred.

"I’m not pretending," I said, voice raspier than I meant.

She smirked against my skin. "Then let’s play a game. You try to pretend you’re still the nerd, and I’ll pretend this body doesn’t make me want to do things I shouldn’t."

She was turning our bathroom encounter into some kind of roleplay scenario.

She turned me toward her, pressing her naked body against mine. I felt everything. Her breasts—soft, warm—flattened against my chest. Her thighs slid along mine as she tiptoed just high enough to kiss me with slow, deep heat that could boil blood.

Her hips rolled once—grinding softly. I groaned.

"You’re getting hard," she whispered like it was a secret. Her hand slid between us, finding the growing length and wrapping her fingers gently around it. "You really like being admired, huh?"

She stroked me once—slow, barely-there. Then again—firmer.

My head dropped back. "Maddie..."

She was going to kill me with this teasing.

"I can’t help it," she said, looking up at me with those bright, wicked eyes. "You’re walking sin. Every line, every muscle... every inch."

Her thumb teased the head, slick with heat. My hips jerked forward on instinct.

"Careful," I warned, my voice now darker, lower.

She grinned. "What? Scared the demon in you will take over again?"

I grabbed her hips—hard—and spun her so her back was against the mirror. Her gasp turned into a moan as I kissed her, tongue sliding into her mouth, body pressing her between glass and heat.

But then I slowed. Breathed in her scent, oh gods she smelt so fucking good. I kissed her forehead.

She blinked up at me, surprised. "That’s it?"

"Not here," I whispered. "But soon."

I needed to save some energy for the ride home.

***

The drive was quiet. Tense in the best way. Madison kept glancing over at me like she was fighting every instinct not to pull over and climb into my lap.

We parked outside my house. The engine died. Silence fell.

And then she turned to me, straddling the center console before I could say a word. Her lips crashed into mine, messy and urgent. Her hands cupped my face, fingers sliding into my hair, tugging me closer.

I grunted, my hands finding her thighs, squeezing the soft skin under her dress.

"You’re changing back soon," she whispered between kisses, grinding against me. "But before you go, I need one hit of the demon."

She kissed down my neck, biting lightly. I hissed through my teeth. "Madison..."

Her hips rolled again, this time with more pressure, more rhythm. I could feel how wet she was even through her underwear. Her heat soaked right through.

"You feel that?" she whispered, grinding harder. "That’s what you do to me now. No one else. No one gets this but you."

She was claiming ownership while getting herself off on my lap. And the fact that no one can ever have her but me!

My hands gripped her ass, pulling her tighter against me.

She moaned into my ear. "Tomorrow, I’m bringing you a surprise at school. But tonight... I just wanted to feel you again. One more time. Before I go home and dream about you."

She was already planning trouble for tomorrow.

I kissed her like I was starving, our tongues dancing together with desperate intensity.

And just before I changed back—she leaned in, kissed my forehead, and smiled.

"Although I love Peter Carter more," she said, brushing my hair back. "But this version of you... makes me want to misbehave."

I transformed back to regular Peter Carter, and my clothes fit properly again. Even in normal form, I looked better thanks to those other +2 stat bonuses.

"I’m bringing you something tomorrow," she said with a mischievous grin. "A surprise. Something only your girl would bring a demon lord like you."

A surprise from Madison Torres could be anything. Either way, it was going to be interesting.

I kissed her one more time. "Goodnight, Maddie."

"Goodnight, Dark Peter."

*

Back home, no one was in the living room, thank fuck. I slipped into my bed with my backpack, still wearing the clothes that had witnessed my transformation from virgin nerd to supernatural seducer.

Whatever had happened that night was taking its toll on me. I was exhausted in ways I hadn’t known were possible.

I’d lost my virginity. Unlocked a damn system. Transformed into a walking sex weapon. And now I had a girl like Madison Torres on my side.

She held my biggest secret—and I trusted her with it. Maybe that would bite me later. Maybe not.

But for now, I was falling asleep without my usual bedtime companion—virginity.

Just one thought looped through my brain as I drifted off: It was time to build a Peter Carter who could keep up with the monster I’d become.

Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.