Crimson silk sheets cradled Takuya Kazama's bare skin, their softness a cruel tease against the velvet-lined chains binding his wrists to the bedposts.
The Rose Room was no cell—stained glass windows bathed the space in ruby and gold, plush rugs muffled the world, and the air clung heavy with faded perfume, like a lover's whisper trapped in velvet drapes.
The chains, ornate and lined with soft fabric, held him fast, their gentle pressure a maddening mix of restraint and invitation.
Kinky as hell, Takuya thought, tugging lightly. But I'm not here for the bondage… yet.
A thin robe, loosely tied, replaced his towel, leaving his chest half-bared and his erection a persistent throb beneath the fabric.
The Lustbound Code's warmth pulsed in his core, sharpening his senses until every rustle of silk felt like a caress.
Alone for now, he felt the mission timer ticking in his mind.
6 hours, 31 minutes to make a noblewoman moan.
A crimson glow flickered, and the system interface unfurled like a silken banner.
LUSTBOUND CODE – FULL INTERFACE UNLOCKED
Mission: Evoke a genuine moan of arousal from a noblewoman of high status.
Time Remaining: 6 hours, 31 minutes.
Failure Penalties:
– Stage I: Lust Debt Surge – Public, uncontrollable arousal, physical humiliation.
– Stage II: System Degradation – Arousal Aura destabilizes, target influence reduced.
– Stage III: Soul Fragment Repossession – Permanent erectile dysfunction, memory loss, divine recycling.
Warning: Divine mandates are binding.
Rewards on Success:
– Arousal Aura – Level 1 (Passive)
– XP toward First Ascension
– System Favor +1 (Goddess Lyseria)
"Well," Takuya said aloud, "guess that rules out celibacy."
His voice echoed in the empty room, but his mind reeled.
Public arousal? Impotence? Soul recycling?
The penalties hit like a hentai villain's monologue, each worse than the last.
His cock twitched, as if defiant, but a chill ran through him.
No way I'm letting that happen.
"Glad you're finally reading the fine print," purred a voice, silken and spiced, slithering into his mind.
Lyseria, Goddess of Lust.
A vision shimmered above the bed—her divine form, nude and radiant, reclining on a throne of writhing, flesh-toned cushions.
Her golden skin glowed, her lavender-rose hair spilling over bare shoulders like liquid sin.
Her breasts, full and unbound, shifted as she stretched, red-gold eyes glinting with wicked amusement.
Takuya's breath caught, his arousal spiking until the robe tented painfully.
"Let me be clear, my little envoy," Lyseria continued. "This isn't a game. This is a divine program. You perform…"
She rolled onto her side, her curves a hypnotic curve of light and shadow, breasts bouncing lightly. "…or you perish."
"I thought gods were supposed to be subtle," Takuya said, raising an eyebrow.
The chains clinked, a reminder of his predicament, but his grin was pure pervert bravado.
"I'm the goddess of getting off," Lyseria replied, winking. "Subtlety is for virgins." Her laugh was a throaty caress, vibrating through his bones.
She leaned forward, her image pressing against the air like a lover against silk. "She hasn't tied anyone down in over fifteen years. The chains are curiosity, not caution."
"She's starving, Takuya," Lyseria purred. "You just need to learn where she itches… and scratch."
The interface flickered, a soft chime ringing in his ears.
Passive Tip Unlocked:
Target: Seraphina Grellhart
Hidden Weaknesses:
– Praise during moments of dominance
– Touch through gloves (velvet, leather, silk)
– Arousal from being observed while observing others
"Gloves?" Takuya blinked, his mind conjuring Seraphina, her icy facade crumbling as a velvet glove trailed down his chest, her voice commanding yet trembling.
His cock throbbed, the robe's fabric brushing it like a tease. "She used to collect them,"
Lyseria's voice dropped, husky and knowing. "Has a whole drawer. Velvet. Leather. Silk."
Her vision faded, but her purr lingered. "You'll make a fine envoy yet."
Takuya lay back, heart pounding.
Gloves. Praise. Watching.
His pervert brain was already scripting scenarios—Seraphina pinning him, her gloved fingers teasing, her ice-blue eyes burning with need.
I can work with this.
The chains felt less like a restraint and more like a stage prop now, setting the scene for a seduction that could save his soul.
The door creaked open.
Steam swirled, and Seraphina stepped inside, her presence a storm of silk and suppressed desire.
Her black robe was gone, replaced by a midnight silk gown that hugged her full breasts and flaring hips, its high neck a mockery of modesty.
Her ash-blonde hair remained pinned, but a single curl brushed her pale neck, drawing Takuya's eye.
Her ice-blue gaze, sharp and unyielding, locked onto him, but her hand—fuck—clutched a pair of midnight velvet gloves, their sheen catching the stained glass light.
She slipped one on, the fabric sliding over her fingers with a soft rustle, her movements slow, almost ritualistic.
"I find myself… curious," Seraphina said, her voice calm but laced with a tremor, like a crack in a frozen lake.
She stepped closer, her heels clicking on the polished floor, her scent—vanilla, violets, and a hint of winter silk—flooding Takuya's senses.
The system pinged softly.
Arousal Aura: Minor reaction detected. Target heartbeat elevated by 6%.
Suppressed Arousal: 34%
Restraint: 80%
The timer ticked.
6 hours, 17 minutes.
Takuya's grin was all teeth, his mind racing.
Curious, huh? Let's see how curious you get, milady.