The air inside the cave was cold, but not the kind that bites the skin; rather, it was a gentle, refreshing chill that caressed the body and teased the senses. The cave was dark, yet cracks in the ceiling allowed faint sunlight to sneak in, sending golden threads that flirted with the dust suspended in the air.
Zara was behind him, walking with a deadly lightness. Her body was wrapped in a black cloak she had stolen from one of the corpses, though it was a bit short, revealing her long legs and a body taut like a bowstring. The cloak opened at the chest with every movement, revealing her curves with unbearable mischief. Eron walked ahead of her, but his mind was elsewhere entirely.
He hadn't come here by accident. The system told him this cave would lead him to his "truth" or some cryptic nonsense like that. He still didn't understand what the phrase "Untamed Desire" meant, but if it had anything to do with what he was thinking right now, then the system was smarter than he thought.
He sighed inwardly, stealing a glance behind him—at the half-exposed breast, at her firm thigh moving with a deadly rhythm with every step. His imagination exploded like fire in his mind, hot, cursed, and embarrassing.
He muttered sarcastically to himself: "Great... A cloak or a softcore ad? How am I supposed to concentrate? The system sent me to my fate, but it could've at least warned me about the surprise erection."
As he began surveying the place, there was nothing remarkable in the cave: a few skeletons, remnants of an old camp, and scattered coins here and there.
Eron bent down and picked up a copper coin, muttering: "Huh... Skeletons richer than those idiots outside. They must've been lousy thieves."
Zara approached curiously, glanced at the coin, then at the skeleton, then at Eron with a cold look. She said nothing, as usual. He was used to her silence now, but that didn't stop him from talking.
"I wonder if they died from... lack of skills? Or maybe the cave doesn't like guests?"
Suddenly, without warning, a transparent notification appeared before his eyes.
[Desire Dungeon Gate Detected – Level: A+] [The cave contains a gate linked to raw desires – Requirements Met] [Activated.]
"...Huh? Wait a second—"
He vanished before he could finish the sentence.
But time granted him no moment.
The world around him shook, as if the cave itself turned and spat him out. There was no blinding light or explosive sound, just a sudden lightness, a feeling of emptiness pulling at his guts, then—a fall.
A moment of complete silence. Then he landed on something soft. No, not solid ground. What he fell on felt like... skin? Leathery, warm, and suspiciously sensual.
In the cave, Zara remained standing, staring at the empty space where he had been. She paused for a moment, then sighed slowly, like someone used to strangeness. She picked up a long bone, sat by the wall, and began scratching symbols on it, as if taking scientific notes in her mind, or simply killing time with a deadly calm.
As for Eron, he now found himself standing before a massive gate carved from glossy black stone, its edges glowing with red inscriptions pulsing like living veins. Above it, an engraving in a language he didn't understand, but something inside him told him it meant something twisted—as always.
And the most important part? The guardians.
Two women, over three meters tall, stood like sacred statues of debauchery itself. Each one was a living sculpture, not of marble, but of pure lust. The first had long silver hair cascading down her back like a cold waterfall, eyes glowing a soft lavender, and skin as white as snow with an icy allure, like a snow maiden born from a perverted imagination. She was nearly naked, her massive breasts barely held by a transparent metal bra, while light sweat trickled from her neck down between her cleavage, drawing a deadly path for attention.
Her companion was of fire: dark blue hair, flowing with sinful elegance down to her bare waist. Her skin was bronze, glowing as if lit by hidden flames. Her body? Curve upon curve, strong thighs oozing femininity, a full chest bouncing with every move, and a visible nipple under a sheer cloth that didn't cover but displayed. On her abdomen, a red tattoo moved slowly as if breathing, writhing upward to her chest and downward to places meant not to be seen... or perhaps meant exactly to be seen.
One of them held a massive spear with a slow bend, as if presenting it, while the other sucked on her fingertip slowly, smiling at him in a way that melts the mind and drags it to hell gently.
Eron swallowed. "Alright..." he thought, "I think I've arrived at the right place. Or at my end. Or both."
[Welcome back, Eron Misaki!] [Reminder: You have been granted the "Ultimate Desire" System — unstable beta version.]
[Player Level: 2/???] [Class: Undefined (Class will be determined by your upcoming actions)] [1 new skill point available]
[Vital Resources:] • Special Power Points: 90 (Used to activate skills, negotiate with the system, or interact with dungeon entities)
• Lust: 103/120 (Decreases with use... increases through exposure to arousal, temptation, or even dirty thoughts.)
[New Trait Activated:] Primitive Follower — The entity "Zara" recognizes you as part of her pack, and sees you as "hers."
[Character Transformation Initiated:] From "Beginner Lust Dominant" To "Perverted Pack Dog" (Yes, exactly like that. The system doesn't sugarcoat.)
[Dungeon Entry Requirement:] Untamed Desire — Available.
"Pack dog?!" he shouted, face shifting between shock and insult.
A soft, deep laugh came from the silver-haired guardian, her voice like the devilish melody of an ancient whore who knew exactly how to crush a man's pride.
"Ah, so this is who Desire sent this time? Small, unrefined, and still reeking of shame."
Her companion, the blue-haired one with the hungry eyes, licked her lips slowly, then stepped closer, her massive chest bouncing with every step.
"Follower of a ghoul? Really? That explains everything... even his limited lust level. The system hasn't sent anyone for centuries, and now it sends us a leashed puppy." she said, laughing slowly, pressing her hand on her bare thigh in an unmistakably lewd gesture.
"And you intend to clear the dungeon?" said the silver one, approaching until his head barely reached between her breasts.
"How bold... or how stupid?"
Eron said nothing. He didn't know whether to be angry or to focus on the overwhelming sight of the guardians—bodies that seemed designed specifically to corrupt the mind and awaken every buried desire. Each of them was a living embodiment of refined debauchery, explicit, deliberate, as if their existence itself was a breathing sin.
Had he not lived with Zara, he might have fainted from lust alone.
Eron took a deep breath, his eyes still fixed on the giant silver breasts, pulled by a special kind of gravity. But despite the boiling arousal in his blood, something else was rising inside him... Disgust? Anger? No, a filthy mix of both.
He raised his hand toward the still-glowing panel above him, then growled as if he lost his patience:
"What is this stupid system?!" he suddenly shouted, "You mean to tell me my entire future, life, and even death are tied to some experimental pervert system that treats me like a leashed mutt to a meat-hungry girl?!"
The blue-haired giantess burst out laughing, a warm and vulgar laugh that made her massive breasts shake with every giggle, as if the ground itself trembled.
"A leashed mutt? Oh gods, you're more entertaining than I thought!" she said, tilting her head, her gaze devouring him like she was wondering where to start devouring his body.
Eron stepped forward, pointing to himself.
"I have a system that gives me skills like Sudden Ball Kick and Deep Sniffing to Track Fertile Women!" he shouted, pointing at the panel, then looked at the two with a scornful glare, "And you expect me to believe this circus is the invention of two giantesses? Or just a coincidence?!"
Here, the silver-haired one raised an eyebrow, speaking with a tone of sarcastic politeness:
"We are halves of giantesses, little one. Don't mix things up... We're a far more exciting blend." she said, walking slowly around him, her fingers brushing his shoulder as if evaluating him.
"Halves of giantesses... right, that changes everything, doesn't it?!" he replied darkly, rubbing his temples, "What is this madness?! Since when is lust a unit of measurement? Since when is my strength judged by how hard I am?!"
The blue one chimed in, her voice softer this time, but with the cunning of a woman who knew how to toy with her prey:
"Oh, the Desire System? Yes, it's rare... and designed specifically... for the incurable perverts." she said, leaning closer until he felt her breath on his neck, "Just like you."
"Me?!" he gasped, then shouted, "This system jumped on me without consent! I didn't ask for it, didn't choose it, and never signed up to be a lust-hound with a ball-kick superpower!"
"I just..." he muttered, "want to know... why? Why me? What's the point of this sadistic system? Am I just a tool? Or... a lab rat?"
They looked at him for a long moment.
"That's the only intelligent question you've asked so far, little dog," said the blue one, just about to respond...
When suddenly, the gate stopped trembling and glowed with fiery red.
The two giantesses exchanged a silent look, then the blue one sighed with mock disappointment, as if bored of a pointless conversation.
"Sadly..." she said, dragging the word slowly, "we don't have the answers you seek. The system isn't our creation, nor your choice... but beyond this gate, you might find something that leads you to the truth."
"Oh, of course!" Eron said, laughing sarcastically, then spread his arms as if performing a cheap theater act. "Enter the mysterious gate, fight monsters, uncover secrets! Brilliant! Classic no-budget anime plot!"
He stepped back, tilted his head, his gaze brazen and sharp-tongued:
"And why should I even go in? Keep fondling each other like you have for centuries, apparently. No one's watching, no one passes, just you two and... my god, those milk-heavy, bored tits." He looked at the blue one, then the silver, "I bet you're more familiar with each other's fingers than the gate handles."
The silver one smiled, but didn't laugh this time. She approached silently, her heavy steps humming against the ground, and stood right in front of him, towering over him by a meter and a half. Her hips were at his face level. Then, with a sudden move, she raised her long hand and touched his waist, her fingers brushing the edge of his torn shirt.
"You have a filthy tongue..." she whispered hoarsely, "but..." she leaned in, her lips close to his ear, "if you manage to pass the gate, I'll let you taste something... your body has never known before."
Her fingers lightly grazed his thigh, pressing gently near a sensitive spot, then withdrew instantly, as if nothing happened.
"And if you don't enter..." the blue one added, "then stay here... and watch us play without you."
She grabbed the silver one's waist, pulling her in, whispering something in a strange language, while her hands roamed slowly over her partner's hips.
The gate behind them still burned... waiting.