"From the moment man first touched pleasure, the gods grew hungry."
— Forgotten Scripture of the Fleshborn Goddess
The scent of jasmine and fire lingered in the air.
Lucas dreamed—but this was no ordinary dream. He floated in a dark sea, suspended between heat and cold, breath and silence. His body glowed faintly, casting ripples through the void. He couldn't move. He didn't want to.
Then he heard it.
Moaning.
Not one voice, but many—feminine, musical, half-prayers and half-cries of sacred desire. They echoed from every direction, caressing his mind like silk-gloved hands. It wasn't vulgar—it was divine. Erotic beyond understanding.
He gasped as warmth flooded his chest. Something ancient stirred inside him. Something that knew those moans. Hungered for them.
A voice bloomed in his skull, as if spoken by the stars themselves.
"Lust is not sin. Lust is sacrifice. And you… are mine."
Lucas awoke choking on a breathless gasp.
The silk sheets beneath him were damp with sweat, clinging to his skin. Moonlight spilled through the tall stained-glass windows of his bedroom, casting kaleidoscopic colors on the marble floor.
His heart pounded. His skin buzzed. His lips still tingled from phantom kisses.
And there, right above his heart—etched in pulsing gold—was the sigil.
It throbbed like a second heartbeat: an elegant design of spiraling curves, reminiscent of a flower opening in slow ecstasy. It shimmered with faint pink and gold energy, alive with magic.
Lucas stared at it, dazed.
Then the light crystallized—and something snapped into place.
[Seduction System Activated]
Welcome, Lustborn Initiate.
User: Lucas Zephyrion Gray
Level: 0 (Unawakened)
Core Status: Dormant
Virgin Integrity: Intact
System Directive: Unseal the Pleasure Core via sacred unions. Virginity = Power. Pleasure = Ascension.
First Objective:
Locate a Compatible Virgin Host
Initiate First Soulmerge
Survive the Trial of Ecstasy
"Pleasure... is a system?" Lucas whispered, half-laughing, half-panicked.
The panel vanished with a soft chime.
He sat up in bed, fingers brushing over the mark. It burned faintly—like a lover's bite. Not pain. Not quite. But claim. The sensation stirred something primal inside him.
The memory of the voices still echoed in his skull. Of the hands that weren't there. The sacredness of it all made him tremble.
He was still the shy college virgin on the inside—but in this world, his body had changed. And now, so had his soul.
Moments later, Lucas stumbled to the tall mirror beside his bed. The moonlight gave his reflection a ghostly glow.
The sigil gleamed on his bare chest, just above his heart. It looked almost like it belonged—part of him. A brand from something older than gods.
He touched it. The mark pulsed in response.
"Why me?" he murmured. "Why this?"
"Because your hunger matches mine," the goddess's voice whispered, like a sigh in his ear. "And the world is starving for pleasure…"
He dressed quickly, still shaky, and wandered the empty corridors of the Zephyrion estate.
Oil lamps flickered to life as he passed, reacting to his presence. Old paintings of past dukes stared down at him, stoic and judgmental.
But Lucas felt alive for the first time in either life.
The air shimmered faintly around him. His senses were sharper. Every color was more vibrant. Every shadow seemed to ripple with secret magic. The world had deepened.
He knew instinctively—this was the beginning. The path forward was pleasure. Sacred, dangerous, forbidden. But also necessary.
[System Update Detected]
Sigil of Lustborn: Awakened (Tier 0.5)
Abilities Unlocked:
Lustsense (Passive): Detect nearby virgin targets.
Erotic Insight (Active): Briefly glimpse target's desire paths.
Charm Modifier: +10%
New Target Detected.
Virgin Status: Confirmed.
Name: Mirielle – Pleasure Acolyte (Initiate Class)
Location: Inner Courtyard, Moonwater Temple
Lucas blinked as the text appeared before him like an overlay. When it vanished, the sensation of need throbbed beneath his skin. Not just arousal—though that simmered in him like fire—but something deeper. A divine compulsion.
"So this is how it begins."
He turned down the corridor toward the moon garden, where pale orchids bloomed only after midnight.
And there she stood.
Mirielle.
A young woman in flowing silks of pink and silver, her golden hair spilling in waves down her back. She was barefoot on the stone path, whispering prayers to the moonlit lilies. She didn't yet see him.
But he saw her.
More than her body—though she was beautiful in a way that made his throat tighten. No, Lucas saw the threads of her soul: shimmering, untouched, brimming with latent power. Her virginity was more than a state—it was potential. Divine, radiant, waiting to be claimed.
[Seduction System: Scan Activated]
Target: Mirielle – Pleasure Acolyte (Virgin 🌸)
Lust Level: 12% (Curious)
Pleasure Paths: Collarbone, Lips, Inner Thighs
Soul Compatibility: 86%
Suggested Approach: Gentle Temptation + Emotional Bonding
He took a step forward. She turned at the sound, her eyes widening as they met his.
Not fear. Curiosity. Recognition.
"You're... him," she whispered.
"Lucas," he said softly. "Though I think something else now lives in me."
She stepped closer, eyes drawn to the mark on his chest, visible through his half-open tunic.
"The Sigil," she breathed. "The Goddess's mark... I thought it was myth."
He offered his hand.
"Would you help me understand it?"
She took it.
The chapter ends not with climax—but with connection.
Lucas's path as Lustborn has begun.
Mirielle will not be his first union—but she is the first to see the truth inside him.
And deep in the moon temple, the goddess stirs once more—her laughter soft, her hunger awakening.
To be continued…