The mirror dimmed.
Aiden sat frozen, hands clasped in his lap, as if they could hide the shame-glow he'd just seen pulsing across his own reflection.
His cock still throbbed faintly, a traitor to his rattled nerves.
Selene didn't move for a moment.
Her violet eyes studied him—not mocking, not even amused.
Just measuring, like she was weighing his soul against the weight of the Eye.
"You don't want it," she said, breaking the silence.
He shook his head, jaw tight.
"You're afraid of it."
"I just…" Aiden swallowed, his throat raw. "It's not normal. I'm not normal."
Selene gave a quiet exhale—not quite a sigh, not quite pity.
She walked to the desk, her fingers trailing along its edge, the silver sigils on her thighs catching the rose-amber light of the room's orbs.
She turned, her skirt shifting just enough to tease the curve of her hip.
"You're right. You're not normal."
Aiden looked up, startled by her bluntness.
"And neither was the last person who had the Eye."
She snapped her fingers again.
A shimmer of magic sparked, not from a mirror this time, but from the air itself.
A floating screen of smoky, violet-tinged energy materialized, projecting an image: a yearbook photo.
A boy with white hair, smirking, his too-wide eyes glinting with a manic edge.
"His name was Lior Draeven. Class of 192.
Highest sexual aptitude rating in recorded academy history. Loved attention. Loved control."
"Loved being a creep?" Aiden muttered, his voice sharp but shaky.
"Loved pushing limits." Selene's tone was cool, unyielding.
The image shifted—a ritual circle, glowing faintly.
Bodies. Naked.
Piled together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, their skin marked with pulsing runes.
Aiden's breath hitched, his pants tightening despite himself.
"What the hell is that?"
"The 192 Climax Duel Tournament," Selene said, unfazed.
"Lior activated his Purity Eye during a spell duel. What he didn't know? The Eye reacts to everyone in range. Their lust. Their denial. Their repressed hunger."
"And?" Aiden's voice was barely a whisper, dreading the answer.
"It synced them. Twenty-two students."
The screen warped again.
The ritual circle pulsed, alive with writhing threads of light, binding each student in a chaotic web.
Moans echoed faintly from the projection, bodies trembling, arching, lost in a shared, frenzied climax.
Then one thread burst.
The image froze.
Aiden gagged, his arousal souring into horror. "You're telling me he sexed them to death?!"
"The climax feedback loop overloaded their cores," Selene said, her voice clinical.
"Four dead instantly. Six more mentally shattered. The rest… sterilized."
Aiden's stomach churned. "And this is what you gave me?!"
"You awakened it yourself," she countered, her eyes narrowing. "It's not a tool. It's a predator. You either train it… or it eats you."
Aiden stood too fast, the room tilting.
He stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the chair, its velvet brushing his fingers like a lover's tease.
"You're saying I'm one boner away from a massacre?!"
"If you suppress it long enough—yes."
She stepped closer, her heels clicking, her scent—roses, sweat, and dark honey—flooding his senses. The sigils on her skin pulsed faintly, as if responding to his rising panic.
"That's why I brought you here," she said, her voice low, almost intimate. "Not just to join us. But to survive it."
Aiden's eyes flicked to the frozen image one last time.
The glowing threads.
The moaning chaos. Lior's face, half-mad, half-orgasmic, staring into the void.
"Why didn't they destroy it?" he asked, voice hoarse.
"They tried. The Church sealed the Eye. Buried it. Lied about the casualties." Selene's lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. "But magic like that doesn't vanish."
She turned to him, her gaze piercing. "It finds someone."
"And now it's me," Aiden whispered, the weight of it sinking in.
"Congratulations, detective."