Takuya's breath hitched as the maid voices faded into the distance.
He pressed himself into the cold oak wall of the corridor alcove, the heavy velvet curtain his only shield from Grellhart Manor's prying eyes, trying to remember anything not laced with velvet, thigh-high boots, or moaning aristocrats.
He bit his lip, the coppery taste of blood grounding him for a fleeting moment, his pervert brain clawing for control.
But another wave crashed through him, worse than before—not just hardness, but a ravenous need.
His cock pulsed with a fury that made his hips rock involuntarily, grinding against the silk lining, the friction unbearable yet maddeningly insufficient.
His thighs pressed together, his head thudding softly against the wall.
The system flared, crimson text mocking his plight:
LUST DEBT PHASE 2: INITIATED
Aura Stability: Collapsing
Physical Effects:
– Skin Sensitivity: +300%
– Muscular Micro-spasms
– Uncontrollable Erection
– Aura Bleed: External radius growing
Psychological Effects:
– Irrational arousal spikes
– Heightened MILF response triggers
– Memory-looping (recent sexual stimuli)
Visible Effects: Likely if not seated or concealed
Time to Phase 3: 08:31
"This is…" he growled, breath shallow, voice cracking, "fucking ridiculous…"
The system pinged again, its cheer cruelly indifferent:
Did You Know?
Attempting to resist Lust Debt past the third phase can result in involuntary public climax.
Current Stage: 2
Recommendation: Immediate release via MILF contact
He nearly choked, panic spiking. "Phase three?!"
"No shit," he muttered, fingers trembling as he gripped the curtain, the velvet's texture a torturous echo of Seraphina's glove.
He couldn't face her now—not writhing like a cursed incubus, leaking and desperate.
What if she saw me?
What if she liked it?
The stray thought jolted his hips again, a fresh wave of heat flooding his lower abdomen, a storm boiling, hungry, relentless.
His breath came in pants, his balls aching with each denied pulse, his body screaming for friction, for release it couldn't claim.
Arousal Peak: 92%
Manual Relief: Not permitted under Lustbound terms
Authorized Discharge: Consensual act with mature female (MILF tier)
Aura Sync: Required
His knees buckled, his body sliding down the wall, barely catching himself.
He stumbled forward, nearly tripping over the curtain's edge, one hand slamming against a marble bust for balance, its cold surface a fleeting anchor.
I need someone. I need to fuck someone.
Now.
The system chimed, crimson text flaring as a soft, older female hum drifted from around the corridor's bend, a maid's tune, warm and unaware.
Takuya's head snapped toward the sound, his pervert brain a predator scenting prey, his cock throbbing with desperate hope.
New MILF Detected – Within Aura Range
Target Affinity: Unknown
Aura Reception: Active
The hum grew closer, the corridor's stillness shattered by the promise of relief—or ruin.
Takuya's trembling fingers clutched the bust, his Arousal Aura a wildfire, ready to consume whoever rounded that corner.
His boots scraped the polished corridor, each step a battle against the Lust Debt's relentless torment.
Sweat dampened his collar, his breath shallow gasps, his core a boiling cauldron of the Lustbound Code's wrath.
The humming—soft, melodic, content—grew louder, a siren's call around the corner, promising relief or ruin.
His cock pulsed with every step, a maddening urgency that sent tremors up his spine, his hips twitching involuntarily, grinding against the silk's cruel caress.
He gritted his teeth, fingers numb and buzzing, every nerve screaming for release.
The air felt too warm, too thick, a sensual prison he couldn't escape. Then, a voice—silken, mocking, divine—slithered into his mind. "Now this… this is entertainment."
Takuya's head snapped up, teeth bared as Lyseria shimmered into view, reclining on an invisible curve of air, her golden skin gleaming under phantom light.
Her legs crossed, one bare thigh exposed in a careless tease, her lavender-rose hair spilling over bare breasts barely veiled by a gossamer shawl.
She popped a golden grape into her mouth, sucking it slowly, her red-gold eyes flashing with amusement. His glare was feral.
"This isn't funny," he growled, voice cracking under the strain.
"It's hilarious," she purred, floating closer, her shawl shifting to reveal a curve of hip, her scent—rose oil and sin—tightening his trousers further.
"Your aura's out of control. You're leaking need like a busted pipe. Every MILF within reach will start to feel you. Dream of you. Ache, even if they don't know why. But you? You'll be twitching in corners, hard and untouched, until you fix it."
He staggered, clutching the wall, his knees buckling as a fresh wave of heat surged through his groin, his cock leaking against the silk, his balls aching with unrelieved pressure.
The system flared, crimson text mocking:
LUST DEBT – PHASE 2.5
Aura Intensity: Peaking
MILF Detection Range: 12 meters
Leak Radius: 5 meters
Touch Sensitivity: ×5
Manual Contact: Blocked
Erotic Proximity: Trigger effect active
New Status Effect – Aura Leak (Active)
Symptoms:
– Sudden arousal flares in nearby mature females
– Internal pressure builds per minute without MILF contact
Risk of Public Climax: 71% if proximity breach continues
Time to Phase 3: ~08:20
He groaned, his head thudding against the stone, the humming now rounding the corner, a melody that twisted his desperation into primal hunger.
She appeared—not a noble like Seraphina, not bold like Maelia or rigid like Dera, but a housemaid, perhaps forty, her wide waist and generous chest framed by a simple apron, sleeves rolled high to reveal work-worn arms.
Fereya, her dark hair streaked with silver, hummed contentedly, a stack of folded towels in her arms, oblivious to the storm she approached.
Her dark eyes met his, and she blinked, stopping short.
"Oh my—sir, are you… you look flushed—" Her voice was warm, concerned, her gaze softening as Takuya's aura washed over her, her cheeks tinting pink.
The system chimed:
NEW MILF REGISTERED: Housemaid Fereya – Status: Curious
Aura Influence: Activated
Libido Response: +22% (Spike)
Arousal: 22%
Curiosity: 15%
Takuya tried to stand straight, his body betraying him as his hips bucked forward, a slight, involuntary thrust that made his trousers tent painfully.
Fereya gasped, her eyes flicking down, widening with shock and a flicker of something else.
"Sir, are you hurt or—?" she asked, stepping closer, her towels shifting, her apron brushing her curves.
He couldn't answer, his breath a ragged pant, his cock throbbing with a need that drowned reason.
His pervert brain screamed take her, his body already decided, every nerve aching for her touch, her warmth, her release.