SYSTEM ACTIVATED: Lustbound Code
Current Mission: Evoke a genuine moan of arousal from a noblewoman of high status.
Time Remaining: 7 hours, 43 minutes.
Reward: Arousal Aura – Level 1 (Passive)
Penalty for Failure: Lust Debt – Stage I: Public, uncontrollable arousal
Takuya's eyes widened. "A moan? By sunset?" His inner pervert grinned. "Challenge accepted."
He shifted in the tub, water rippling over his thighs, and tried to process.
Matronia. A kingdom of repressed MILFs.
A goddess betting on his dick to save the day.
This was his kind of isekai.
Click.
The door's latch snapped open.
Steam parted like a theater curtain, and she stepped through.
Tall—taller than any woman had a right to be, her presence shrinking the room.
Her black velvet robe clung to curves that could start wars, the fabric straining over a bust so full it seemed to mock gravity.
Ash-blonde hair was piled high, a crown of curls exposing a neck pale as snow.
Her eyes, ice-blue and sharp as a guillotine, locked onto Takuya.
Lady Seraphina Grellhart.
She was a fortress of cold authority—and fuck, she was gorgeous.
She didn't scream.
Didn't gasp.
Her lips, painted a deep wine red, curled into a scoff that dripped disdain.
"Who," she said, each word a deliberate cut, "are you, and why are you defiling my private bath?"
Takuya's brain stalled.
He was naked, hard as steel, and staring at a MILF who looked like she could ruin him with a glance.
His mission flashed in his mind—make her moan—and his cock twitched, as if volunteering.
He sank lower in the water, trying to hide his arousal, and flashed a grin that felt more desperate than charming.
"Uh… surprise inspection?"
Her eyes narrowed, but then—there.
A flicker.
Her pupils dilated, just a fraction.
Her nostrils flared, catching something in the air.
The system pinged softly.
Arousal Aura: Minor reaction detected. Target heartbeat elevated by 7%.
Takuya's smirk grew.
Oh, she's feeling it.
Whatever this aura was, it was his new best friend.
He leaned back, letting the water slide down his chest, exposing just enough skin to test her resolve.
"Look, milady, I'm as lost as you are. Maybe we can… figure this out together?" His voice dropped, teasing, testing.
Seraphina's gaze flicked to his chest, lingering a heartbeat too long before snapping back to his face.
Her lips tightened, but her scent—vanilla, parchment, and a hint of violet—betrayed her. It filled the air, mingling with the steam, making Takuya's head swim.
"You're a fool if you think jests will save you," she said, stepping closer.
The slit in her robe parted, revealing a long, pale leg and the edge of a black garter.
Takuya's breath caught.
Focus, you horny bastard.
"Guards," she called, voice like a blade.
The doors slammed open, and two armored women stormed in.
The first was older, mid-30s, with auburn hair in a tight braid and a stern jaw that screamed repressed MILF energy.
The second was younger, her eyes sharp but curious. Both leveled spears at Takuya, their breastplates gleaming in the dim light.
He raised his hands, water dripping down his arms.
"Ladies, no need for pointy things! I'm just… really, really lost!" His grin was all teeth, but his eyes darted to Seraphina.
She stood rigid, one hand gripping her robe's edge, her knuckles white.
The system whispered again.
Arousal Aura: Target fixation detected. Continue exposure for increased effect.
Takuya's heart raced.
He was wet, naked, and surrounded by armed women—one of whom was his mission target, already reacting to his aura.
Sunset was hours away, but the clock was ticking.
And his cock, gods damn it, was still rock-hard, ready to betray him at any moment.