Honkai Star Rail: Godly Script System

Polyxia loved to wander and travel ever since her legs had recovered.

Unlike Castorice, who preferred to hole up in one place for a week before moving on, Polyxia would set off with Lucian every day, acting like a tourist.

Even though she did not share her elder sister's obsession with saving people, Polyxia still lent a hand to those in need, such as resurrecting those who didn't deserve to die. Likewise, when passing through battlefields, she would also guide the souls of fallen soldiers toward reincarnation along the way.

Honestly, it was almost like working odd jobs in different places.

Lucian guessed that perhaps Polyxia wanted to lighten Castorice's burden in the nether realm.

In addition, every day, Polyxia would pester Lucian to do one thing, and that was... to write overbearing CEO kind of stories...

"Xia, you've been wanting more and more lately. Maybe you should hold back a little." Lucian grumbled as he wrote at the desk, looking a bit annoyed.

However, as soon as his words dropped, a little fruit was popped into his mouth, while gentle, delicate hands kneaded his shoulders.

"You know, you're the one who showed me this whole new world." Polyxia's tone was soft and calm, with a playful edge. "As my guide to this new world, shouldn't you take responsibility to satisfy my curiosity?"

During the day, she always squinted her eyes, but at night, when she looked at Lucian, she would open them wide, revealing her beautiful pale violet eyes—just like now.

Lucian smiled helplessly upon hearing her justification.

It seemed the power of overbearing CEO stories was simply too overwhelming for a young woman like Polyxia.

He couldn't help but feel regret for having introduced her to this 'world.'

Maybe he should stop using it on others in the future?

Today, Polyxia finally got her much-anticipated 'addiction fill.'

===

By the next evening, Lucian and Polyxia, traveling on foot, arrived in a forest.

Raising his hand, Lucian summoned the power of Abundance, causing two trees to rapidly grow before their branches twisted and wove together, forming two wooden cabins side by side, each complete with beds and tables.

It went without saying that these two wooden cabins would serve as their temporary shelter in the forest.

Lucian immediately entered one of the cabins, lay down on the bed, and began to count sheep, since he really had nothing else to do at the moment. Even though he didn't need to sleep as an Emanator of Abundance, it was still a way to kill time whenever boredom struck.

Right now, he planned to take a nap for a while and have a nice dream, but...

*Creak~*

Lucian's cabin door was gently pushed open, letting out a soft sound.

He glanced over casually and saw Polyxia step inside, her movements strangely small and hesitant.

"What's up?" Lucian asked calmly, wondering what she wanted now.

"U-Um..." Polyxia blushed and stammered. "About what you wrote today, there's one part I just can't picture... Could you act it out for me?"

"What?"

Lucian paused for a moment.

'Wait a sec, she wants me to act out the scene in the story?'

He thought speechlessly, then spoke up.

"Xia, are words not enough for you anymore?"

Lucian sat up, confused as he looked at the lovely young woman before him.

At this moment, Polyxia had taken off her outer garment, wearing only a thin undershirt, and under the faint light, the little, soft 'mounds' below her collarbone were just barely visible.

Was she planning to test an Emanator's willpower?

"Is that not okay? Just this once... please..."

Polyxia's sweet, delicate face and soft, gentle voice made it impossible for Lucian to refuse.

Honestly, it was such a harmless little request, so why not?

"All right, which part?"

Seeing Lucian agree to her request, Polyxia shyly handed over a notebook and pointed to a section describing the scheming Emanator pinning the Titan to the wall.

'Fuck...'

Lucian cursed inwardly and hesitated.

Writing this kind of story was one thing, but actually doing it—that was a different matter.

Just imagining himself carrying out the act from the story, Lucian couldn't help but feel cringe and embarrassed as hell.

However, looking into Polyxia's expectant yet bashful eyes, he ultimately steeled himself.

Thankfully, except for Polyxia, no one else was here to see him doing it, so it shouldn't be that embarrassing.

"Woman..."

Lucian spoke in a deep voice as he suddenly grabbed Polyxia's wrist and pushed her up against the wooden wall. Now, his tall figure loomed over her like a collapsing mountain, trapping the delicate young woman between himself and the cold wall.

In the next moment, Lucian's burning palm gently seized Polyxia's chin, forcing her to look up and meet the desire blazing in his eyes.

"Stop with that act to gain sympathy. Your eyes, your breathing..." Lucian's thumb roughly brushed across Polyxia's soft lips. "From the tips of your hair to the tips of your toes, you're marked by me... Did you really think you could get away from me?"

Upon hearing this, Polyxia's small nose flared ever so slightly, and her breathing grew quicker and harder, the faint sound of her inhale echoing in the silence.

"Just like you wrote..."

Polyxia's voice was still very soft, but the trailing end carried a subtle hook that tugged at the listener's nerves.

In the next second, she tilted her face up a little, the faint light tracing the gentle lines of her neck.

"Hold my chin... rougher and harder..."

At Polyxia's request, Lucian lifted her chin a little rougher, feeling the delicate, warm touch like holding a piece of smooth, heated jade.

"Not enough. Be rougher."

Polyxia's low voice was not a command but more of an urging, a kind of confirmation as her beautiful eyes stared unblinking at Lucian, filled with pure anticipation.

Sighing inwardly, Lucian's fingers tightened, feeling the contour of Polyxia's jawbone and the soft, smooth texture of her skin, which made her breath catch for a moment before it grew deeper, hotter.

"And also..." Polyxia lowered her gaze, thick lashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes, her voice so soft it was almost just air. "It needs to feel like... I really can't get away from your grasp..."

'Dammit...' Lucian cursed inwardly once more. 'No doubt—she's definitely awakened some kind of kink!'

He was now certain Polyxia was enjoying the thrill of being treated roughly—in other words, she had more or less become a masochist!

And worse, this kink had been awakened by his own hands!

'Crap, how am I supposed to explain this to Cas?'

Lucian, feeling guilty, thought helplessly.

"Alright, the show's over." Lucian let go of Polyxia and stepped back, his tone returning to calm and gentle. "Go get some rest."

However, he was not sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he saw a hint of disappointment flicker in Polyxia's eyes as he let her go.

"Fine... Goodnight..."

Polyxia left Lucian's cabin and returned to her cabin next door.

Out of Lucian's sight, Polyxia placed her right hand over her chest, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

"So good... My mind feels numb..."

===

After that night, Polyxia changed.

Now, she no longer begged Lucian to write stories for her, but instead asked him to act out all the scenes he had written before with her. Every time he watched her leave with her face red as a tomato, he knew things had gone too far.

Needless to say, Castorice's beloved younger sister had been led down a path of no return by him.

In the blink of an eye, time passed, and the new year arrived—the time for the sisters to switch shifts once more.

On the day of Polyxia's departure, the rain poured relentlessly.

Soaked from head to toe, she appeared before Lucian with rainwater streaming down her smooth forehead, finally dripping from her pointed chin.

"Why are you soaked? Don't tell me... You did this on purpose?"

Lucian knew Titans could use their power to block out the rain and would never get wet, so Polyxia was obviously doing it on purpose.

"Well, we won't be able to see each other for the next year, so..."

Polyxia spoke with an even softer voice than before, as if she had gathered all her strength for each syllable. Her voice trembled faintly, shredded by the roar of rain outside, yet each word struck Lucian's ears with perfect clarity.

"Can you pin me against the wall... one more time?"

Lucian had long since grown used to requests like this—after spending a whole year together, if it wasn't two hundred times, it was a hundred and ninety-nine.

Because of that, in the next moment, Lucian smoothly pinned Polyxia against the wall with practiced ease, his demeanor calm.

Looking at the young woman before him, her breath quickening and her eyes burning, Lucian felt his own temperature rise.

"Thank you..."

Polyxia whispered her thanks directly into Lucian's ear, then rose on tiptoe and pressed her soft lips to his cheek.

In the next moment, she slipped from Lucian's grasp like a mischievous fairy and left without looking back.

Lucian stood in place, stunned.

He touched the spot where Polyxia had kissed his cheek, then pressed his hand to his chest, feeling his slightly racing heart.

'Damn... even I got swept up in this, huh...'