Aiden came to on the floor, breathing hard, one cheek pressed into the thick velvet carpet.
His body trembled—not with pain, but with aftershocks.
His right eye burned, raw and alive, as if it had glimpsed something forbidden and refused to forget.
Even now, his vision flickered at the edges of reality, Lust Threads, glowing faintly where Selene had stood, trailing like gossamer ribbons.
Runes pulsed on the walls, subtle and alive.
The ceiling glimmered with sigils carved into the beams—silent watchers that seemed to hum with intent.
He shivered, his cock still half-hard from the overload.
"You didn't pass out," Selene noted, her voice casual, almost bored, from somewhere to his left. "That's progress."
"I collapsed," Aiden rasped, his throat dry as sand.
"You collapsed gracefully." She was sipping tea now, cradling a delicate porcelain cup that hadn't been there moments ago.
Where the hell had that come from?
Aiden groaned and sat up.
His hand brushed something beside him—smooth, flat, cool.
A mirror.
He turned toward it.
And the girl in it was moaning.
She wasn't in the room.
But in the mirror—there she was.
College-aged, her uniform blouse unbuttoned, bra discarded, breasts bare and flushed.
Her legs were spread wide, one hand kneading her breast, the other buried between her thighs, fingers moving with a desperate, practiced rhythm.
Her eyes were half-closed, cheeks pink, lips parted in a silent gasp, her body trembling on the edge of release.
Aiden's mouth opened.
Then closed.
Then opened again.
"Wh—What the hell?!"
Selene didn't even glance over.
She waved a hand, dismissive, her lace-wrapped thigh shifting as she crossed her legs.
"Don't bother yelling. It's not a live feed. She's not here. That's a memory imprint. The mirror's cursed."
"That's… that's actual porn!" Aiden's voice cracked, his pants tightening again as the girl's fingers quickened in the reflection.
"No." Selene sipped her tea, unruffled. "It's evidence."
Aiden blinked, his brain scrambling to shift from primal arousal to detective mode. "Explain."
"Every time a girl masturbates in this building," Selene said, turning toward him, her violet eyes glinting, "this mirror records it. But only one girl at a time. And only if the act was magically tampered with."
"Tampered?" His gaze flicked back to the mirror, where the girl's hips bucked slightly.
"Magically enhanced. Induced. Hypnotized. Possessed. Cursed." Selene stepped beside the mirror, her fingers grazing its frame.
A rune flared under her touch, and the girl's image shivered.
"Whoever's behind this? They're targeting girls. Quietly. One at a time. Leaving no trace… except the climax."
Aiden's jaw tightened. "You're telling me someone's assaulting students with magic jerk-off spells?"
"Correct." Her lips curved into a faint, wicked smile. "And now, detective… I'm assigning you the case."
He stared at her.
Then at the mirror.
The girl arched her back, gasping in slow motion, her fingers slick and relentless.
The glass seemed to pulse with her pleasure.
"You want me to—what? Watch magical porn until I solve a crime?" His voice was half-sarcasm, half-disbelief, his erection making it hard to sound serious.
"Not porn. Pattern analysis." Selene's voice was silk, sliding over him like a caress. "Each imprint leaves Lust Threads. Clues. It's how we trace who's behind it, and how we save the next girl."
"Do the girls know they're being recorded?" Aiden asked, forcing his eyes away from the mirror.
"No." Selene paused, her gaze sharpening. "But if you don't stop this, they will. Publicly. Violently."
She crouched beside him, her skirt riding up to reveal more of the silver sigils curling along her thigh.
Her scent—roses, sweat, and something darker—hit him like a spell.
"You want to leave, Aiden? Fine." Her voice dropped, low and intimate.
"But you opened the Eye. You entered the club. Now you get to help me solve what's stalking this academy… one climax at a time."
The girl in the mirror cried out, her orgasm rippling the glass like water. The air thickened, heavy with the echo of her release.
And for the briefest second—Aiden saw something else behind her.
A shadow.
Watching.
Not human.
His breath caught.
His Purity Eye flared, the threads in the mirror twisting into something jagged, wrong.
He didn't blink.
"…Okay," he whispered, his voice steady despite the heat pooling in his groin.
Selene's smile was like a fox who'd just convinced her mouse to beg for the trap.
"Welcome to the Virgin Detective Club."