Crimson symbols flared to life around Takuya Kazama, spinning like molten gears in the air.
Their soft hum vibrated through his naked body, teasing his skin with a warmth that felt like a lover's breath.
He knelt on silk rugs, surrounded by pillows that smelled of rose oil and forbidden spice, his cock still traitorously hard from Lyseria's presence.
The floating throne before him pulsed with erotic energy, its carved, moaning forms shifting under gossamer veils.
And there she stood—the Goddess of Lust, her golden skin glowing, her violet-gold hair spilling like liquid sin.
Her eyes, red and wicked, pinned him in place.
Lyseria paced slowly, her bare feet leaving faint trails of divine light.
"The Lustbound Code is no mere toy," she purred, voice a velvet whip that made Takuya's pulse race.
"It's a contract. A divine leash." Her fingers trailed through the air, and a translucent panel shimmered into existence, hovering at eye level. Crimson text burned across it:
LUSTBOUND CODE – USER INTERFACE INITIATED
[CURRENT STATUS]: Soul Anchored (Divine Contract Active)
[MISSION FREQUENCY]: 1 per cycle (dynamic based on realm rules)
[FAILURE STAGES]:
– Lust Debt: Uncontrollable arousal, public humiliation
– Desire Feedback: Physical and magical vulnerability
– Soul Decay: Loss of skills, permanent impotence, divine recycling
[REWARD TREE]:
– Passive Seduction Auras
– Lust-based skills and body upgrades
– Domain Influence
– Divine Ascensions (0/??)
Takuya's jaw slackened.
"This… this is real."
His inner hentai scholar was screaming.
A system. A lewd system.
With punishments that sounded like his worst nightmares and rewards that made his mouth water.
Lyseria's laugh was low, throaty, like a courtesan savoring a secret.
"Oh, it's real, my little envoy."
She leaned closer, her breasts swaying under the sheer veil, their weight a hypnotic distraction.
"You'll seduce the women of this world—MILFs bound by etiquette, mothers starved for touch, queens choking on duty. Each conquest makes you stronger. Each failure…" Her nail grazed his cheek, drawing a shiver.
"Well, let's just say chastity is a fate worse than death."
He swallowed, arousal and fear tangling in his gut. "So I just… bang my way to godhood?"
Her smile was wicked.
"Not just." She snapped her fingers, and the panel updated with a new prompt.
FIRST MISSION INITIALIZED
Target: Noblewoman of high status
Objective: Evoke a genuine moan of arousal
Time Limit: Before sunset
Penalty on Failure: Stage I Lust Debt – Uncontrollable Public Arousal
Reward: Arousal Aura – Level 1 (Passive)
Bonus: Partial System Favor
Takuya squinted at the text, his pervert brain already strategizing.
"A moan? That's it? I've got this." He grinned, confidence bubbling despite his naked vulnerability. "Who's the lucky lady?"
Lyseria's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Patience, sweet boy." She stepped back, settling onto her throne with a languid grace that made her curves ripple.
Her legs parted just enough to tease, the veil clinging to her thighs.
"This world is a banquet of repression. You'll start in Matronia, a kingdom of widowed nobles and pent-up desires. Your first target is… formidable."
"Formidable how?" Takuya asked, leaning forward. His cock twitched, as if sensing the challenge.
She smirked.
"You'll see."
Her fingers danced in the air, and the symbols around him spun faster, their hum rising to a fever pitch.
"The Code is part of you now. It'll guide you, tempt you, punish you. Every touch, every glance, every climax—it's all power. But hesitate, and it'll eat you alive."
Takuya stood, feeling the rugs shift under his feet.
The interface adjusted, hovering like a loyal pet.
"I don't hesitate," he said, voice cocky despite the divine weight pressing on him. "Point me at the MILFs, and I'll make them sing."
Lyseria's laughter filled the chamber, rich and omnipotent.
"That's the spirit, my degenerate king." She snapped her fingers, and the throne dissolved into a storm of pink-gold mist.
The rugs, the pillows, the air itself began to shimmer, folding around him like a lover's embrace.
"Remember," her voice echoed as the light swallowed him, "seduce, satisfy, survive. You're mine now, Takuya Kazama."
His body grew weightless, the divine heat searing into his core.
It wasn't just arousal—it was purpose, branded into his soul like an invisible tattoo.
His skin tingled, nerves alight with the Lustbound Code's power.
"Suggest you get wet," Lyseria teased, her voice fading into a sultry chuckle.
SPLASH.
Warm, perfumed water engulfed him.
Sensual, silken, it wrapped his naked body like a caress, fragrant with rose oil and forbidden spices.
Takuya surfaced, gasping, steam clouding his vision.
Marble walls gleamed around him, gold fixtures glowing through stained glass. The bath was palatial, fit for royalty.
He caught his reflection in the water—sharper, stronger, a body sculpted for sin.
His cock, still hard from Lyseria's teasing, pulsed beneath the surface, as if it knew it was home.
Footsteps echoed.
Measured. High-heeled.
Approaching.
The air thickened with a new scent—violets, parchment, winter silk.
A shadow moved through the steam.
Takuya turned.
And she entered.