Karla woke to the taste of lipstick and betrayal.
She lay on a bed of shattered mirrors, shards cutting soft thighs that had never known a man's weight until this morning. Long hair pooled like spilt ink. Breasts rose and fell with panicked breaths. Between her legs, slick heat throbbed with eight Stigmas glowing beneath porcelain skin: kraken coils curling around nipples, shadow voids framing hipbones, chrome wings spreading across shoulder blades, pearl nautilus spiraling navel, golden gears ticking over ribs, hellfire feathers framing collarbones, bone-rose cage blooming across sternum, and now a new outline shimmering at the base of her throat, waiting for the ninth kiss.
Floor 9: Mirror Realm. A kaleidoscope of inverted skies where every reflection lived its own life. Cities floated upside-down. Rivers ran backwards into clouds. Every mirror was a door. Every door was a lover.
The curse had twisted cruellest here. Kael reborn as Karla. Female. Virgin in this form. Heart still male in memory, cock phantom-aching where smooth folds now pulsed.
A voice echoed from every shard. Male. Familiar. Mocking.
"Welcome home, gorgeous. Miss me?"
Karla sat up. Across the fractured bedroom stood Kael. Her male self. Tall, scarred, eight Stigmas blazing like war paint. Cock already hard, knot swelling at the base from beast floor memory. Eyes burned with hunger that had claimed eight empires.
Evil Kael. The reflection who had climbed alone. Collected no Ladies. Killed every version of himself that showed weakness. Ruled the Mirror Realm with a harem of stolen Karlas from failed timelines.
He stepped over the glass without bleeding. "The tower's finest joke. To reach Floor 10 you must love yourself. Literally. Fuck me, Karla. Fuse. Become whole. Or I'll shatter you into a thousand pretty toys for my collection."
Karla's new body responded traitorously. Nipples peaked. Thighs clenched. Lustforge roared, mana flooding virgin channels.
She stood on shaky legs. "I've died eight times for love. I'm not dying for narcissism."
Evil Kael laughed. "Then let the war begin."
The Mirror Realm shattered into battlefields.
First duel: the Bedroom of Infinite Orgasms. Mirrors showed every possible position. Evil Kael lunged. Karla parried with Necrotic Tempest, raising shards into bone daggers. He countered with Apocalyptic Celestial Infernal Chrono Abyss Draco Shadow Kraken Tempest, raw masculine force.
They clashed. Bodies slammed. Lips bruised. He pinned her against a mirror that reflected her spread wide, legs wrapped around his waist. Cock teased entrance.
She kneed his knot. Escaped.
Second battlefield: the Upside-Down City. Citizens were reflections living backward lives. Karla rallied an army of alternate Karlas, warrior nuns, pirate queens, schoolgirl assassins. Evil Kael commanded his harem of broken Karlas, collared, eyes empty.
War raged through floating streets. Necrotic tempests raised fallen reflections as undead lovers. Celestial chains bound the enemy harem mid-scream. Infernal flames purified corrupted mirrors. Chrono gears looped enemy charges into eternal defeat.
Karla fought to the central palace, a crystal spire reflecting every gender-bent fantasy. Inside: the harem chamber. Hundreds of Karlas are chained to beds, bellies swollen with Evil Kael's seed, eyes pleading.
Rage ignited.
She freed them. Each broken Karla kissed her in gratitude, mana surging. Power shared.
Evil Kael waited on the throne of melted mirrors. "Join me. Rule as my queen. Birth an army of perfect us."
Karla's army flooded in. Battle is erotic and brutal. Limbs tangled. Mouths devoured. She rode faces while stabbing throats. He fucked allies into submission.
Climax of war: the Mirror Core. A single flawless pane showing the original Kael before any death. Innocent.
They crashed into it together.
Glass dissolved into liquid silver. They fell through timelines of what-could-have-been.
Karla pinned him first. Straddled. Ground slick folds along his length. "You forgot the Ladies."
Summoning ripped open. Eight portals tore reality.
Ravenna dropped in, kraken tattoos lashing.
Nyx phased from shadows, daggers dripping night.
Draco-01 landed in partial mecha form, plasma cannons charging.
Lira sang a note that cracked mirrors further.
Chrona looped time around Evil Kael's ankles.
Lilith's wings enveloped, venomous tail teasing his knot.
Seris stamped celestial chains across his chest.
Morgana raised the broken harem as bone angels.
The Ladies descended in orgasmic fury.
They took Karla first. Celebration. Worship. Tongues everywhere. Fingers inside virgin heat. Breasts sucked by dragon mouths. Shadows fucking ass. Storms licking clit. Gears ticking orgasms into infinity. Necrotic bones teasing nipples.
Karla screamed through nine consecutive climaxes, each one etching the ninth Stigma: a perfect mirror heart at her throat, cracked down the middle. Stigma Nine complete.
Hybrid spell ultimate evolution: *Omniversal Apocalyptic Necrotic Celestial Infernal Chrono Abyss Draco Shadow Kraken Tempest*.
Power godlike.
They turned on Evil Kael.
Held him spread-eagled. Karla mounted. Virgin blood slicked entry. She rode slowly, cruelly. "Feel every life you stole."
The Ladies joined. Double penetration. Triple. Mouths on every inch. He roared pleasure-pain. Knot swelled uselessly.
Karla leaned close. "I love myself enough to destroy the part that forgot them."
Final thrust. Climax synced across nine souls.
Evil Kael shattered into harmless shards. Each shard a memory redeemed.
The Mirror Realm healed. Reflections realigned.
The ascent gate manifested as a full-length mirror showing Floor 10: the Apex Veil bedroom.
Karla stood, body shifting. Breasts flattened. Hips narrowed. Cock regrew, knot and all. She became him again. Kael whole. Nine Stigmas blazing like a constellation armour.
The Ladies stepped through with him. Eighty-one strong now, past lives converging.
Floor 9 cleared.