NOVEL NEXT Chapter 62: 62
"Not gonna lie but I might really get used to using this lustbound game sync." Yuki with a bright smile courses through his lips and Yuki stepped away from the wall, his hands buried deep in his pocket.
There was a swarm of women with daring sex needs info above their head. He moved through the crowd of bent over women as the upgraded red-vision enhancement synced completely into his eyes.
[DESIRE: Vaginal + Breeding | Multiple partners | Public play]
[DESIRE: Anal Only | Hard dom | Mask Preference: RED or BLACK]
[DESIRE: Oral | Light bondage | Mask Preference: GREY]
Yuki's gaze shifted toward the sea of men, observing each one now tagged with game-style info blocks. A red-masked man was knuckle-deep into a girl's ass, her back arched off the plush couch.
[MASK TYPE: RED]
ALLOWED ACCESS: Anal play | Fingering | Mission-based insertions
LIMITATIONS: No vaginal penetration unless upgraded | One partner per session
XP: 2,000
STATUS: Mid-tier | Aggressive pleasure route
Another man near the bar had a grey mask and was being led on a leash by a curvy woman in thigh-high boots.
"Holy shit... this is like a twisted MMORPG but with cum as currency."
He moved deeper into the velvet-lit lounge, women turning to look at him — or rather, the black mask he wore. Their desire panels brightened.
[BLACK MASK USER DETECTED — PRIORITY TARGET]
Some even began spreading their legs more openly or gently stroking themselves, awaiting his attention. He hadn't even taken a step when a delicate voice broke through the moans and gasps.
"I see you don't have a partner, Mr. Black Mask? How about I become yours?" came a soft, teasing tone.
He turned.
A girl—bare except for lacey midnight-blue panties that hugged her hips—stood just in front of him. Her skin white as snow, hair loosely curled, lips glossed and poured. She was beautiful, confident, yet submissive in posture.
Yuki's vision kicked in automatically.
[NAME: Erena]
PREFERENCE: Praise Kink | Public Play | Mild Pain
MOOD: Curious | Slightly Nervous | Aroused
LIMITATION: None (Open to Supreme Mask)
REPUTATION: Dined Twice | No Recorded Complaints]
She tilted her head slightly, biting her bottom lip before she spoke again.
"Would you like to join the others at the Lust Lounge? It's where the girls go to unwind… or get teased before their next… experience," she said, looking down at his pants. "You got a big dick, how about..." Erena slowly went on her knees, both her hands reaching towards Yuki's zipper.
"Everyone is watching. I don't think you'd love that when I give you a handjob."
Yuki didn't answer right away. He was still marveling at how bold and daring this bitch was. Maybe, this party was for gtls to be bold about their sexual preferences without being judged.
"Lust Lounge?" he repeated, intrigued. Imagine being only the black mask present in that list lounge, more sex, more XP and more LPC
"Mhm." She leaned in slightly, placing a hand gently against his chest. "Only black masks are allowed to dine with the girls. It's kind of… a reward space." Her voice dipped, sultry a bit with her eyes sill on his bulging pants. "We serve. We taste. Sometimes… we get devoured."
Yuki's cock stirred beneath his pants. He didn't hide it. The mask gave him power—why should he?
He smiled. "Lead the way."
Erena's eyes lit up. She turned slowly, hips swaying as she walked ahead, guiding him toward the velvet-curtained archway glowing with soft, red light. The sounds behind them faded slightly, replaced with sensual jazz and the soft clinking of glasses.
Inside, plush cushions, silk ropes, and beautiful women in barely-there lingerie lounged like goddesses awaiting worship.
And they all turned the moment the black mask entered.
[New Location Unlocked: Lust Lounge | VIP Feeding Ground]
Status: Relaxation, Oral Worship, Softcore Tease Sessions
Special Notice: One girl here is a hidden mission. Find her.]
Yuki's smirk deepened while muttering to him self. "Oh, now this is definitely my kind of side quest."
He was the center of attention just like he loved to be. All eyes were on him or should he say his cock. He scanned through the room, and spotted the girl seated in the middle and then to her left was Sayuri.
"You didn't play, Erena," Sayuri gave a broad smile, swirling her drink in her hand. There was some bruises on her neck showing she really enjoyed her rough time with the guy on the balcony. "When you said you wanted to get eaten, you really meant it."
Sayuri flipped her dark hair over her shoulder, the glint in her eye sharper than the crystal glass she held. "How about," she began, legs crossing with deliberate grace, "we give Erena the pleasure of undressing our Black Mask?"
Erena gave a long grin and looked at Yuki. "Not my pleasure, you should undress him since you were the one who lost."
That hit the room like a dropped glass.
"Uuh…" one of the girls whispered, her hand half-covering her smile.
Eyes darted from Erena to Sayuri. Nobody had expected that. The two girls were known for being inseparable. Seductive. Ruthless. But never rivals. The unspoken shift in tension crackled like static. There was something personal in Erena's tone. Something teasing, but edged with intent.
Yuki, watching from beneath the mask, could barely keep the grin off his lips.
Sayuri narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "Careful, Erena," she said, her voice still calm, but that calm was icy now. "You're starting to sound territorial."
"And you're starting to sound hesitant," Erena replied sweetly. "Or are you afraid of fucking again? Does your pussy hurt?"
"The fuck Erena." Sayuri lashed out, rising from the chair as the velvet robe she had laid on her body fell to the ground. Yuki couldn't peel his gaze off Sayuri who was completely naked, with her perky pink nipples and then her pussy. They were pink, so soft and definitely worth fucking.
"How about I choose the one who should be fucked?" Yuki raised his voice loud enough for the women to hear. The chatters amongst them came to a stop when Yuki took his seat on the couch where Sayuri rose.
Erena's eyes flared in disbelief, head snapping toward Sayuri. "Are you seriously just going to let this guy take over like he owns the place?"
Sayuri didn't even blink. "I like his aura," she said, voice low but fierce. "He's not afraid to lead." Then, with a wicked grin, she added, "Let's give him a night so unforgettable, he'll wake up in a hospital bed smiling."
Erena stopped just before Yuki, close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from her barely-covered body. Her hand came up, fingers grazing lightly across his chest, fingertips teasing the neckline of his open shirt.
Her voice was velvet.
"You must be something else," she murmured, her palm now flat on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart under her touch. "The way you look at us… the way you own the moment… it's maddening."
Yuki didn't move. His eyes locked onto hers, unreadable Erena leaned in, her lips close enough to brush his jaw, but she didn't kiss him. Not yet.
"Give me a clue," she whispered. "Just one hint of who you are beneath that mask…" Her fingers ghosted down the center of his chest, slow and unhurried. "And I might just give you the kind of satisfaction that makes legends out of sinners."
Instead, Yuki leaned forward, his breath warm against her cheek. He pulled Erena by her chin harshly, scrutinizing her face. "You have a pretty mouth for my cock, get on your knees and suck!"
Erena threw her head in disbelief but turned on by his command. She loved when her men were authoritative and controlling. Erena went on her knees, grasping his zipper with her thumb and pulling it down. Her lips parted.
She let out a breathy laugh, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. "Is that your way of asking nicely?"
Yuki didn't blink. "No. That was me giving you permission."
A shiver shot through her. That was all she needed. "You know, I like my men dominant, hot and sexy." Erena bit her lips, her eyes focused on pulling off the zipper to the last end. She had his trousers pulled off leaving Yuki in a pair of white underwear, the mid parting between the two legs already soaking wet and bulging.
"Damn, you got a huge cock." She pulled down the underwear from his waist by loosening the waist band. Yuki was already leaned into the chair, one hand resting on Erena's chin and the other wrapped behind a ladies back as he watched her from above, unreadable behind his mask.
Once the fabric slipped past his hips, Erena let out a half gasp sound, half wicked laugh and looked up at him through her lashes. "You really don't play fair." She graces his cock with her palm, taking the first lick around the shaft.
Yuki groaned, tightening up on the chair. He had his hand loosened in on Erena's hair. "Neither do you. Show me what that mouth can do, or I'll find someone else who can."