My Idle System

Chapter 365: First Kiss

Away from the tense exchange between mother and daughter, the air around the granddaughter, felt entirely different.

Warm, thick, almost private despite the carnage surrounding them.

Olivia was trapped in Christian's arms, her back pressed to his chest, his forearm locked low across her stomach.

When her body shifted; her soft curves sliding against him in what was meant to be an escape — his hold only tightened, and her ass? It nestled perfectly against his hips.

"Christian… everyone's right there," her words came out in a low voice, almost a whisper, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear, while her cheeks were already blooming into pink shade.

He dipped his head until his lips brushed her ear. "A father doting on his little girl. Very wholesome." The amusement in his tone was clear. "Isn't it?"

Olivia clearly irritated by the way he twisted things, hissed, "We are NOT blood-related."

Yet, the protest sounded thin even to her own ears.

"Exactly." His free hand rose slowly, fingertips tracing the line of her jaw before tilting her chin up so she had to meet his gaze. "So what's the problem with me holding what's mine?"

Now, would things have changed, if she was his real daughter? Christian doubted that.

There was, Annabelle his blood sister, the best example, after all. But, there was no need to complicate things for now.

Unaware of his thoughts, Olivia's lips parted on a sharp retort that never came. Instead she bit the inside of her lip, glaring up at him, with her fierce blue eyes.

"You're impossible," she muttered.

"And you're still not trying very hard to leave."

Between the green eyes and blue one locked onto each other, neither gave way.

If she truly wanted, Olivia could have broken free. The difference in strength between them wasn't large enough to trap her like this. And the way she struggled lacked any real force. Her movements were hesitant, almost symbolic, as if she wanted to show resistance without truly breaking free.

Maybe, she wanted it to look forced. Maybe, she wanted the excuse.

He decided to give her neither.

His thumb grazed the edge of her lower lip, slow and deliberate. "You keep saying I should know my place," he murmured, "but you're the one trembling every time I touch you."

"I'm not—" Her breath hitched when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, skimming the warm skin just above her waistband. Barely an inch of contact. Enough to make her spine arch involuntarily.

"Liar," he said softly, almost fondly.

Olivia's gaze darted sideways — toward the scattered bodies, the blood-slick ground, the distant figures of Eva and Aria. Eva hadn't looked over yet. Aria had, though; her friend's eyes were wide, hand frozen halfway to her mouth.

The audience only made the heat crawl hotter under Olivia's skin.

Christian followed her line of sight, then turned her face back to him with a gentle but unyielding grip on her jaw.

"No one's watching us," he lied smoothly. "And even if they were… would it really stop you?"

Her lips trembled. "You're shameless."

"Guilty." He leaned in until their noses brushed. "I want to kiss you. Right here. Right now."

Her pupils blew wide. "No—"

The word died the instant his mouth covered hers.

It wasn't gentle.

He kissed her like he'd been starving for it — firm, possessive, tongue sliding past the seam of her lips before she could even gasp. Olivia stiffened for half a heartbeat, then her hands flew to his chest… not to shove, but to fist his shirt as though anchoring herself against the sudden rush.

A muffled sound escaped her — half protest, half surrender.

He angled her head, deepening the kiss until it turned wet and obscene. Tongues sliding, lips dragging, the soft, slick sounds barely masked by the wind. Saliva gathered at the corner of her mouth, a thin silver thread stretching and snapping when he pulled back just enough to let her breathe—only to dive back in harder.

One of his hands stayed locked around her waist.

The other dropped lower.

He groped her ass through her clothes first; slow, deliberate squeezes that made her hips jerk forward against him. Then his fingers slipped beneath the waistband, skin on skin, kneading bare flesh with shameless greed. Olivia whimpered into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his tongue.

She should have stopped him.

Instead her arms slid up, wrapping around his neck, nails digging into the back of his scalp as she pulled him down, kissing him back with sudden, messy hunger. Her hips rocked once; small, involuntary — grinding back against the hard length she could feel pressing insistently against her.

His hand pushed higher under her shirt now, rough palm gliding up the curve of her spine, then forward, cupping the underside of her breast through thin fabric. Thumb brushed her nipple; once, twice — until it peaked under his touch and she arched sharply, breaking the kiss on a ragged gasp.

"Fuck—" she panted against his lips, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Christian smirked, dark and openly victorious. "Still want me to stop?"

Before she could answer, before she could even form the words, Eva's sharp cough sliced cleanly through the haze surrounding them.

Christian stilled.

Olivia froze as well, her face instantly flaming. Her lips were swollen and glistening, breath still uneven from the kiss.

He didn't remove his hand from under her shirt right away.

Instead, he slowly turned his head toward Eva, lazy amusement in his eyes, like a cat that had been interrupted halfway through its hunt.

The amused look in Eva's eyes finally made Christian come back to his senses. He leaned back slightly, pulling his head away from Olivia, a thin string of saliva stretching briefly between them before it finally snapped.

"…Mom."

Olivia quickly wiped her mouth. Too ashamed to look at her mother, she immediately diverted her gaze, then buried her burning face against Christian's chest as if hiding there might somehow erase what had just happened.

She had always imagined what her first kiss would be like… and who it would be with.

With Christian? She had imagined that more than once.

But that wasn't the point.

In her mind, her first kiss had always been something unforgettable.

And it truly had become unforgettable.

Just… not for the reasons she had once imagined.

Instead of a romantic setting: soft lighting, quiet words, maybe rain or stars, the sharp scent of steel and blood filled her nose.

Amid the devastation of what could barely still be called her family home, she had just had her first kiss.

Eva, unaware of Olivia's complicated thoughts but clearly noticing that the girl wasn't entirely unhappy, observed the situation calmly before speaking in a lightly teasing voice.

"You didn't plan to take the first time of my daughter in a place like this… did you?"

Christian finally slid his hand out from beneath Olivia's shirt.

"You know even I wouldn't do that," he replied, his gaze steady as he studied Eva's face, quietly searching for any trace of anger.

"Well? Who knows." Eva tilted her head slightly.

If I hadn't interrupted, I doubt her clothes would still look like this. They'd probably be on the ground already.

The thought remained unspoken as she glanced at Olivia, who now seemed determined to merge completely with Christian's body, as if hiding there might somehow make her disappear.

The girl clearly had no idea how to deal with the situation.

So, perhaps out of a rare moment of kindness, Christian changed the topic for her.

"Anyway, what about your side?"

Instead of replying immediately, Eva simply stepped aside and waved her hand lightly toward what once could be considered the Ashvale household.

"Well, as you can see…"

Only then did Christian notice the change.

While he had been completely absorbed in Olivia, the Ashvale family had finally stopped resisting.

Several of them were still standing among the fallen bodies scattered across the stone ground. Their expressions were pale, their eyes fixed on the three of them.

Fear was obvious on their faces.

But behind that fear, something darker lingered.

Hatred.

Christian didn't particularly mind the outcome. Even though many of them were still alive, the situation had clearly been decided.

His gaze eventually shifted past them, landing on the older woman standing among the survivors — the grandmother of the girl still hiding in his arms.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" he asked quietly.

His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if he wasn't entirely sure whether he should even bring the topic up.

Eva, however, remained completely casual.

"Well, it's alright."

She folded her arms loosely.

"Maybe you don't know, but I never planned to kill everyone from the beginning."

"After all… I'm actually grateful to them."

Her lips curved faintly.

"Because even if indirectly, them setting me up with that… trash… was the reason I met you."

She clearly had no intention of saying the man's name.

"And not to mention," she added, glancing briefly at Olivia, "they also helped raise Olivia before. Even if it was for their own selfish reasons."

"So, I simply wanted to teach them a lesson. Their arrogance is the reason this many people died."

Christian listened quietly.

Her words technically answered his question.

But they still avoided the real point.

Staring at her calm smile, he spoke again in a flat tone.

"You know that's not what I meant."

Eva chuckled softly.

"Yes, I know."

This time she didn't try to dodge the topic.

"But it's fine, right?"

She shrugged lightly.

"It's not like I'm forcing you to do anything."

"The decision lies entirely with you. You're free to ignore her completely… or never even turn your head in her direction again."

Christian remained silent for a moment after hearing that.

Then he simply nodded.

"Well," he said calmly, "as long as you're satisfied."