Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now

The air in Charles's chambers was heavy, saturated with the faint musk of last night's passion and the electric hum of residual magic. He lay sprawled across the bed, staring at the vaulted ceiling, its intricate carvings spinning faintly in his vision as the aftershocks of the Lust Sync surge pulsed through his body. The System's voice, cold and mechanical, reverberated in his mind, its words sharp and inescapable.

> **[System Update Complete. New Bond Tier Unlocked: Crimson Bond.]**

> **[Synced Partner: Seraphina. Trait Unlocked: Absolute Submission (Temporarily Sealed).]**

Charles exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing to slits. The System wasn't playing games anymore—it was escalating, pushing him toward something vast and dangerous. The words "Crimson Bond" lingered in his thoughts, their implications a weight on his chest. What did it mean to bind someone so completely? And why was Absolute Submission sealed?

Beside him, Seraphina stirred, the silk sheet slipping to reveal the smooth curve of her bare back. Her golden hair spilled across the pillow like liquid sunlight, catching the dim glow of the room's enchanted lanterns. But she was different now. Her aura, once a blazing inferno of defiance, now pulsed with a dangerous calm—a sheathed blade, sharp and ready to strike. The air around her seemed to hum with an unspoken power, as if the Crimson Bond had awakened something primal within her.

She turned to him, her emerald eyes glinting with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. "Charles," she whispered, her voice low, almost reverent, carrying a weight that hadn't been there before. "What happened to me last night… I've never felt so free. So… *yours*."

He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek with a gentleness that belied the storm raging within him. "You're still you, Seraphina," he said, his voice steady but laced with caution. "Just… closer to me."

Her lips curled into a sly, knowing smile, her gaze piercing. "Much closer than you think," she murmured, her words dripping with a promise that sent a shiver down his spine.

Before he could press her for answers, the door to the chamber exploded inward with a deafening crash, splinters of wood scattering across the marble floor.

"CHARLES!" a voice barked, sharp and venomous.

It was Evelyn, her silhouette framed in the doorway, clad in a long black coat that barely concealed the lacy lingerie beneath. Her violet eyes blazed with a volatile mix of jealousy, annoyance, and something deeper—something raw and wounded. Her dark hair was disheveled, as if she'd stormed through the halls without a moment's hesitation.

"Did you think I wouldn't *know*?!" she shouted, stomping into the room, her boots echoing like war drums. "The Lust Sync spike last night—it was off the charts! You bonded with *her*?!"

Seraphina rose from the bed with deliberate slowness, the sheet falling away to reveal her lithe form, utterly unbothered by Evelyn's fury. "He didn't just bond with me," she said, her voice smooth and taunting. "He awakened something in me. Something you can't touch."

Evelyn's hand twitched, dark violet energy curling around her fingers like living smoke, crackling with barely contained rage. "You think you're special now?" she hissed, stepping closer, her eyes narrowing to slits. "You're just another name in the System's game."

Charles moved swiftly, positioning himself between them, his shirtless frame taut with muscle, scars faintly visible in the lantern light. "Stop," he commanded, his voice a low growl that cut through the tension. "We don't have time for this."

"Then *make* time," Evelyn snapped, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation. "Because the Council is watching. And they're not happy."

The words hung in the air like a guillotine's blade. Silence fell, heavy and oppressive, as Seraphina's smirk faded and Charles's jaw tightened.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his tone sharp, eyes locking onto Evelyn's.

She snapped her fingers, and a translucent screen flickered to life from the ring on her left hand. The projection was blurry but unmistakable—footage of Charles and Seraphina from the previous night, their bodies entwined in the throes of the Lust Sync ritual, crimson light pulsing around them like a heartbeat. The air crackled with raw, forbidden energy.

"How the hell—" Charles began, his voice a low snarl, his fists clenching at his sides.

"They're tracking every surge now," Evelyn said, her voice quieter but no less urgent. "Ever since the Lust Tower collapsed, the Council's been on high alert. They're monitoring Class-S energy signatures across the continent. And if they think you're building a private harem of bonded Class-S women…" She paused, her eyes flicking to Seraphina, then back to him. "They'll brand you a threat. A *global* threat."

Seraphina rolled her eyes, leaning casually against the bedpost, her confidence unshaken. "Then let them," she said, her voice dripping with defiance. "He *is* a threat. Just not to them. To whatever's coming."

Charles didn't respond, his mind racing. The Council's scrutiny was a problem, but Seraphina's words echoed in his thoughts. *Whatever's coming.* She knew something—something the System hadn't revealed. Before he could press her, a new alert flashed in his vision, cold and urgent.

> **[Warning: Synced Detection Alert - Class-S Authority Approaching.]**

> **[Time to Arrival: 00:23:12]**

He cursed under his breath, the weight of the countdown pressing against his chest. "They're already here."

Evelyn's face paled, her earlier fire dimming. "We have to run," she said, her voice trembling with urgency.

"No," Charles said, his tone resolute, unyielding. "We're done running."

He turned to Seraphina, his gaze piercing. "How strong did that bond make you?"

Her smile was a blade, sharp and dangerous. She clenched her fists, and flames erupted from her palms—white flames, pure and unnatural, radiating a heat that warped the air around them. The room seemed to shudder, the lanterns flickering as her power surged.

"Strong enough to burn the Council's eyes out," she said, her voice low and lethal.

Charles's lips twitched into a faint smirk. He closed his eyes, focusing inward as the Lust Sync interface flickered to life in his vision.

> **[Activate Domain: Crimson Room?]**

> **[Warning: Class-S Energy Signature Will Be Exposed.]**

He didn't hesitate. He clicked confirm.

The world distorted in an instant. The walls of the chamber bled with crimson light, as if the stone itself were weeping blood. Time slowed to a crawl, the air thickening until it felt like moving through molasses. Within the Crimson Room, Charles and his bonded were untethered, their movements fluid while the world around them froze. Evelyn gasped as the distortion stabilized, her eyes wide with awe and fear.

"This… this is a *Domain*?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the low hum of the crimson light.

Seraphina's gaze turned predatory, her white flames dancing in her palms. "More than that," she said. "This is his will made manifest."

Charles stood at the center of the Domain, his senses heightened, his connection to the System sharper than ever. He felt them—every woman he had bonded with, their energies threading through him like veins of fire. Lira, fierce and unyielding. Jade, quiet but deadly. Evelyn, volatile and passionate. Seraphina, now a blazing star in his constellation. And others, still dormant, their potential a whisper in the back of his mind. They were the source of his power, but also the key to something darker—something the System was hiding.

> **[Crimson Domain: Phase 1 Active.]**

> **[Phase 2 Requires Two More Awakened Crimson Bonds.]**

"I need more time," Charles muttered, his voice tight with frustration. "I'm still not complete."

The door to the chamber shattered, the sound like a thunderclap in the slowed world of the Crimson Room. A man stepped through the wreckage, clad in silver armor that gleamed with anti-Lust energy, its runes pulsing with a cold, sterile light. His eyes glowed with the same energy, marking him as a Class-S enforcer of the World Lust Regulation Council.

"Charles Manson," the man intoned, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "By order of the Council, you are to be detained for unlawful sync experimentation, Class-S Domain tampering, and attempted control of forbidden traits."

Charles didn't flinch, his stance relaxed but his eyes burning with defiance. "You'll have to take me," he said, his voice a low challenge.

The enforcer raised a crystalline staff, its tip flaring with power. "So be it."

Lightning surged across the room, a blinding arc of energy meant to incapacitate. But within the Crimson Room, Charles moved like a phantom, his body blurring as he crossed the distance in a heartbeat. He reached Evelyn, grabbing her wrist with a grip that was both gentle and unyielding.

> **[Emergency Sync Engaged. Evelyn's Lust Bond Tier Upgraded: Crimson Unsealed.]**

Evelyn screamed as energy exploded between them—violent, chaotic, euphoric. Her body shuddered, violet energy swirling around her like a storm. Her eyes changed, the silver slits now glowing a deep, menacing red. She staggered, then steadied, her aura transformed into something feral and unstoppable.

"You just woke the wrong bitch up," she growled, her voice dripping with malice.

She launched forward, her movements a blur as she clashed with the enforcer, her violet energy meeting his lightning in a cataclysmic explosion. Seraphina joined her, white flames roaring as they scorched the air, the two women moving in perfect sync, their power amplified by the Crimson Room. The enforcer staggered under their combined assault, his armor cracking under the strain.

Charles stood back, watching them hold the line, his mind racing. The System flashed a new notification:

> **[Crimson Bond Count: 2. Phase 2 Unlocked.]**

> **[Ability: Lust Authority - Absolute Command (Tier 1) Unlocked.]**

A command icon blinked in his vision, pulsing with crimson light.

> **[Speak Your First Authority Command.]**

Charles's lips curled into a smirk, the world seeming to hold its breath as his power surged within him. He stepped forward, his voice steady and commanding, resonating with an authority that made the air tremble.

"I command you—*kneel*."

The enforcer froze, his muscles locking as if bound by invisible chains. His staff clattered to the ground, and his knees hit the floor with a crack that echoed through the chamber. His glowing eyes widened in shock, his voice choking as he struggled against the command. "What… what is this…?!"

Charles stepped closer, his crimson eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to consume the light around him. "This is just the beginning," he said, his voice a low promise of power and destruction.

But even as his dominance asserted itself, a sharp pain lanced through his chest, and his body tensed. A new alert appeared in his vision, its text glitched and unstable, unlike anything the System had shown before.

> **[Unknown Bond Detected. Interference Level: MAX. System Stability Threatened.]**

> **[Warning: ??? Has Entered the Sync.]**

> **[She Is Watching.]**

Charles staggered, his vision swimming as the Crimson Room flickered, its stability faltering. Seraphina caught him, her flames dimming as concern flashed across her face. "What's wrong?!" she demanded, her voice sharp with worry.

"I don't know," he gasped, clutching his chest. "Something's… overriding the System."

The lanterns in the chamber shattered in unison, glass raining down like glittering tears. The Crimson Room pulsed erratically, its light stuttering as shadows deepened in the corners of the room. A voice—neither male nor female, neither human nor machine—spoke from nowhere and everywhere, its timbre a chilling blend of seduction and menace.

"You think you're in control, Charles?"

The air grew heavy, suffocating, as a figure emerged from the shadows. She was barefoot, her crimson dress flowing like liquid blood, clinging to her form in a way that was both alluring and terrifying. Her hair was a cascade of obsidian, and her eyes were abyssal galaxies, endless and incomprehensible, holding secrets older than the System itself.

"I was the first to Sync," she said, her voice a velvet blade that cut through the chaos. "And you've just touched *my* domain."

The System's final alert flashed, its text fracturing as if the interface itself were breaking:

> **[New Entity Detected: Lilith - Prime Lust Origin.]**

The Crimson Room collapsed, its light swallowed by a tidal wave of red energy that surged from the woman before them. The enforcer screamed, his body disintegrating into ash as the power overwhelmed him. Evelyn and Seraphina froze, their flames and violet energy snuffed out like candles in a storm. Charles stood alone, his heart pounding as Lilith's gaze locked onto his, her smile both a promise and a threat.

"You've awakened the Crimson Bonds," she said, stepping closer, her presence a pressure that threatened to crush him. "But you've also awakened *me*. And I am not so easily commanded."

The chamber trembled, cracks spiderwebbing across the walls as the System glitched violently, its warnings now a cacophony of distorted alerts. Lilith raised a hand, and the air itself seemed to bow to her will, the crimson light coalescing into a vortex around her.

"Charles," she whispered, her voice now intimate, as if speaking directly into his soul. "Do you truly think you can wield this power without paying its price?"

The vortex surged, engulfing the room in a blinding red haze. Evelyn and Seraphina vanished into the light, their screams swallowed by the chaos. Charles stood frozen, his connection to the System fraying, his power slipping through his fingers like sand.

And then, silence.

The last thing he saw was Lilith's smile, her eyes burning with a hunger that promised to consume everything he was.

> **[System Offline. Connection to Prime Lust Origin Established.]**

> **[Warning: You Are No Longer in Control.]**

The world burned red, and Charles's scream was lost in the void.