Chapter 8 — The Mistress of Regret
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Tokyo, 3:33 AM.
Rain fell like shattered glass, cold and sharp.
Yuuto walked through the city's oldest pleasure district, drawn by a whisper only his cursed mark could hear.
His veins burned. His skin itched. The sigil on his chest throbbed with four full rings now.
And then—he found it.
> A wooden door with no handle.
A plaque carved with a single kanji:
罰 – Punishment
He knocked once.
The door opened… by itself.
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Inside was darkness.
And then—light.
Red ropes hung like vines.
Walls lined with mirrors reflected endless silhouettes of bodies writhing in silence.
And in the center, sitting on a throne made of collapsed lovers:
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Meet: Reika, the Mistress of Regret
Former human. Once a courtesan who remembered every lover's sin.
Cursed when she forgave the wrong man too many times.
Now immortal dominatrix who feeds on shame.
Her body is flawless—but her mask never comes off.
She knows your worst mistake, and makes you feel it… again and again.
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She stood as Yuuto approached.
Dressed in a tight latex bodysuit laced with crimson silk, heels that clicked like judgments, and a leather whip pulsing with black flame.
> "Yuuto Hayami," she purred. "You carry more guilt than desire. That excites me."
> "You want pleasure? Earn it."
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Veil Three — Pleasure Through Pain
She circled him.
Every step was ritual. Every breath, law.
> "Strip. Kneel. Tell me one thing you regret. If you lie, the whip will taste your truth."
Yuuto lowered his head.
> "I let someone die. I was too afraid. I ran."
The room stilled.
She struck.
CRACK.
The whip hit his chest.
Not skin—memory.
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He was suddenly there again.
A boy.
Watching the car crash.
Her name was Yume—his childhood friend, his first crush.
She died calling his name.
> "Run, Yuuto!"
He did.
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Back in the room, Reika kissed the mark on his chest where the whip struck.
> "Pain burns away the lie. But only climax cleanses the soul."
She climbed onto him.
> One leg on each side.
Her mask hovered inches from his lips.
> "Do not come until I say your name," she whispered.
"If you do—you'll relive your shame forever."
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She rode him like a punishment.
Slow. Controlled. Ruthless.
Each thrust forced another memory into his mind.
His regrets, his mistakes, his betrayals.
She made him beg.
Not for pleasure—but for forgiveness.
And when he finally broke—
> "REIKA!"
She stopped.
For the first time in 200 years…
She moaned.
And took off her mask.
She was beautiful.
And crying.
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> "You passed the third veil," she said softly, touching his lips.
> "But now your curse is irreversible."
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As Yuuto dressed, she handed him something:
> A collar, black and red, still warm.
> "Take this. You'll need it… when the Queen sends her beast."
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Outside, thunder roared.
The Queen of Midnight closed her eyes as lightning lit the city.
> "Four cursed girls. One boy.
And now... a crack in his soul."
She turned to her final agent:
> A vampire. Naked. Crying blood.
Her body tattooed with all her lovers' names—every one she killed with a kiss.
> "Send her next."