The silver mouth-shaped pendant hung cold against Aiden's chest, pulsing faintly with warmth every few seconds, like a second heartbeat teasing his skin.
He gripped it, feeling its rune-wrapped curves hum under his fingers, his cock twitching faintly at the sensation.
"It filters climax echoes?" he asked, voice dry, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. "So what, it moans when I'm in danger?"
Selene raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Don't be ridiculous. It hums."
"That's not better," Aiden muttered, shifting uncomfortably in the velvet chair, its caress against his thighs doing nothing to help his situation.
"You'll thank me when it saves your life—or your soul." Selene's violet eyes glinted as she slid a black lacquered case across the low table toward him.
It gleamed under the room's rose-amber orbs, its surface etched with faint, suggestive runes.
Aiden flipped it open, revealing what could only be described as the perverted detective's toolkit.
__ Contents: Lustcraft Field Case __
— Pleasure Echo Rod: A slim, polished wand that vibrates faintly, detecting resonance from recent orgasm spells.
— Moan Markers: Sticky runes that glow when amplifying or dampening sound-based magic, shaped like tiny lips.
— Climax Residue Dust: A vial of shimmering powder that glows on contact with magical ejaculation traces.
— Thread Chalk: A stick of white chalk for mapping Lust Thread pathways on floors and walls, faintly warm to the touch.
— Consent Seal Parchments: Blank magical contracts, pulsing softly, awaiting signatures of mutual intent.
— Thread Scroll Reader: A flexible sheet that decodes aura pulses when pressed against a body, shimmering with latent magic.
"This feels illegal," Aiden said, holding up the chalk like it might bite him, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"It is," Selene replied cheerfully. "In six provinces."
He froze. "And at this academy?"
"Very frowned upon."
"So you want me to sneak into a dorm room at night, spy on a masturbating girl, and rub powder on her sheets?" His face flushed, the image of Irie's mirrored climax flashing through his mind.
"Magically," Selene corrected, her smirk sharpening. "And discretely."
"I'm going to die in jail."
"Only if you leave evidence."
She stepped closer, her skirt shifting to reveal a glimpse of glowing sigils on her thigh, her scent—roses, sweat, and dark honey—flooding his senses.
Her voice dropped, low and intimate.
"Irie's core is delicate. She's not trained in Lustcraft. The mirror's taken hold—not just of her reflection, but her fantasies. If she climaxes again under its pull, her mana could invert."
"Invert?" Aiden's brow furrowed, his grip tightening on the pendant.
"It'll drain her soul. Sex magic that powerful doesn't just end. It has to be finished."
"Meaning?"
"Either the source gets broken… or someone takes her place."
Aiden's face burned, his cock twitching at the implication. "I'm not—I mean, I can't—"
"No one's asking you to seduce her," Selene said, her smirk now outright predatory. "Yet."
"That's not comforting."
"Then let this be."
She placed a thin file on his lap, the weight of it grounding him despite the heat pooling in his groin.
A single photo was paperclipped to the front.
A girl with short silver hair, violet eyes, and an expression caught between loneliness and curiosity.
Her uniform was slightly askew, hinting at her reckless charm.
Irie Yumehara. Dorm C-12.
Exhibitionist tendencies.
Suspected Lustcraft vulnerability.
"You have until midnight," Selene said, leaning in close enough that her breath grazed his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.
"The Eye chose you. Try not to cum in your pants on the way there."
"Great pep talk," Aiden deadpanned, his voice strained as he stood, field kit tucked under one arm, pendant pulsing against his chest, file clutched in his hand.
He'd never broken into a girl's dorm before.
But he'd also never been cursed to die a virgin by an orgasm-hungry mirror demon.
Time to fix both.