The halls of Grellhart Manor were cloaked in an eerie stillness, their oak-paneled walls absorbing the slanted sunlight filtering through stained glass, casting ruby and gold across velvet runners.
Takuya moved with slow, confident strides, one hand brushing the carved railing of the upper corridor, the wood cool against his palm.
He adjusted his collar unnecessarily, his pervert brain savoring Seraphina's faltering—her caught breath, her trembling glove, her stumbled "wrist."
The taste of her glove lingered on his lips, not a kiss but a conquest, a velvet claim that had cracked her armor.
His faint smile curved as he descended the stairs, mind already scheming—shared tea, another lesson, a private dinner where her ice-blue eyes would beg.
She's close. One more push, and she's done.
Then, the system flared, crimson text slashing across his vision:
SYSTEM REMINDER
Sub-Mission: Symbolic Leverage – Tier I
Objective: Induce full lust climax via glove-centric act in a noble MILF before nightfall
Progress: 71% – Partial arousal achieved (public glove kiss)
Time Remaining: 00:01:44
Takuya froze on the fourth step, his stomach lurching. "…What?"
He blinked, the text unyielding. The system log scrolled, revealing the trap:
Primary Mission Cleared: Induce moan (Chapter 2, Part 4) – ✓
Sub-Mission Incomplete: Orgasm via glove act not achieved – ✗
Note: Lustbound contracts escalate with progress. Full culmination required for Symbolic Leverage completion.
Time Remaining: 00:01:31
His mind raced, panic clawing at his confidence.
"No, no, I passed that already—she moaned, she—" He'd cleared the moan mission, but the system had upped the stakes, tying Symbolic Leverage to a climax he hadn't delivered.
Seraphina's moan wasn't enough; he needed her to shatter under his glove-focused touch.
Fuck, I misread it.
The system chimed, cold and final.
SYSTEM ALERT
Sub-Mission Failed: Symbolic Leverage – Tier I
Contract Violation: Level 1
Lust Debt Engaging...
Takuya staggered, his back slamming against the wall, a sudden heat erupting in his gut, swelling with relentless pressure.
It surged lower, his cock hardening instantly, violently, without touch, a throbbing demand that stole his breath.
His knees buckled, nerves flooded with a fire that wasn't pleasure but raw, insatiable need.
His hips jerked, grinding against the silk trousers' lining, each twitch unbearable, his balls aching with denied release.
STATUS EFFECT: Lust Aura – Unstable
Current State: Erection – Unrelieved
Leak Intensity: Moderate
External Visibility: High Risk
Aura Sensitivity: ×4
Pheromone Radius: Expanding (10 meters)
Duration Until Purge: Undefined
He cursed under his breath, "Fuck—," his fingers clawing the railing, the wood splintering under his grip.
The silk trousers dragged against his shaft, a torturous friction that fueled his torment, his body screaming for contact, for relief it couldn't find.
This isn't punishment. It's torture.
Footsteps echoed at the corridor's end, accompanied by voices—female, giggling, a sound that spiked his panic.
"…You think she really kept him chained all night?" one said, her tone teasing.
"Oh, please, you saw his arms—he didn't struggle, he posed," another replied, laughter bubbling.
Two maids—kitchen staff, maybe—rounded the corner, their aprons swaying, deep in gossip.
Takuya darted sideways, diving into a curtain alcove, his shoulder slamming the wall.
He clutched the velvet curtain, one hand shoved into his pocket, gripping himself to hide the bulge, to still the throbbing leak soaking his trousers.
The system pinged, crimson text mocking:
Aura Status: Escalating Leak – Pheromone Radius Expanding
Local MILFs: Within 10 meters
Detection Risk: 86%
One maid paused, her auburn hair catching the light, her nose twitching. "...Did you feel that?" she asked, voice curious, her eyes scanning the corridor.
"Feel what?" her companion replied, oblivious, adjusting her cap.
"I don't know. Weird tingle," the first said, her cheeks flushing faintly, Takuya's aura brushing her repressed senses.
"You're imagining it. Come on," the second urged, pulling her along, their footsteps receding.
Takuya exhaled, but relief was a lie.
His cock throbbed, angry and leaking, his balls a pulsing ache, his fingers shaking as he gripped the curtain.
Lyseria's voice slithered into his mind, a sultry taunt, "Play hard, climax harder…" Then silence, leaving only the relentless heat consuming him.
The corridor stretched empty, but Takuya's torment was far from over.
I need to fix this. Now.