Recap of Chapter 1:
Losty, a 19-year-old from Sex World, awakened the Sugar Mommy System, a strange gift that rewarded him with power every time he seduced a sugar mommy. His first conquest was Madam Selena, a wealthy widow wrapped in velvet and danger. With his fearless words and a daring kiss, Losty claimed her affection, unlocking his first skill and coins. The system's next challenge was clear: find two more mommies and unlock the legendary Sugar Palace.
The morning after tasted of velvet and wine.
Losty awoke in the crimson chamber of Madam Selena's mansion. The sheets smelled of roses and smoke, and the air hummed with the silence of wealth. He stretched, smirking, while the system's faint golden panel hovered before his eyes.
[Current Status: Host – Losty]
Sugar Mommies: 1 (Madam Selena)
Sugar Coins: 100
Skills: Kiss of Temptation (Lv. 1)
Quest: Acquire 2 more Sugar Mommies → Unlock Sugar Palace.
He dressed in the robe her servants had left for him—too rich for his taste, but soft enough to tempt him into keeping it. When he entered the dining hall, Madam Selena sat at the table, sipping wine as if it were water.
"You slept well?" she asked, her smile smooth.
"Like a prince," Losty replied, taking the chair opposite her without hesitation.
Her brow arched. "You're bold. Most men crawl for my attention."
"And yet here I am, sitting across from you," Losty said.
The system chimed faintly.
[Affection +5% | Current: 50%]
After breakfast, Selena handed him a velvet pouch.
"One hundred silver crowns," she said. "Consider it an allowance. Show me what you'll do with it."
Losty tucked the pouch into his robe with a smirk. "Then watch closely."
The city outside was loud with merchants, dancers, and gamblers, but Losty's stride had changed. Silk at his shoulders, silver in his pocket, and the taste of victory still fresh on his lips—he walked as if the streets belonged to him.
That was when the system's voice purred in his ear.
[New Target Available: Lady Vivienne – Business Queen of Sex World.]
Losty grinned. "Perfect."
The Pleasure District gleamed brighter than the rest of the city. Here, the gutters were clean, the lamps shone brighter, and every building reached higher, as if trying to outdo the next in wealth and pride. At the heart of it stood The Golden Fang, a club spoken of in whispers.
Inside, chandeliers scattered gold light over velvet lounges and crystal glasses. At the center, high above the crowd, sat Lady Vivienne.
If Selena was velvet and smoke, Vivienne was steel and fire. Her hair spilled like molten gold, her eyes a piercing green that measured men like coins. She wore a tailored black suit sharp as a blade, a diamond pin at her throat. She didn't need to flaunt herself—her presence was enough to silence the room.
Losty stepped forward, ignoring the hush that fell over the club.
Vivienne's eyes cut toward him. "I don't know you."
"You will," Losty said.
A ripple of shock passed through the onlookers. No one spoke to her like that.
Vivienne's lips twitched into the faintest smirk. "Bold. But boldness is common. Why shouldn't I have you thrown out?"
Losty leaned casually against the railing. "Because you're bored. Every man here bows, flatters, and buys their way into your gaze. Not one of them dares to talk to you like a woman instead of a throne. I just did."
The system chimed.
[Affection +10% | Current: 10%]
Vivienne tilted her head, studying him. Then she gestured to the seat beside her. "Sit. Let's see if your tongue is sharper than your arrogance."
The hours that followed were not of touch but of battle—cards, riddles, and toasts where the edge of every word was a duel. Vivienne tested him with cunning questions about trade routes and power plays, but Losty matched her at every turn, his wit sharper than the daggers her eyes tried to wield.
By midnight, she was laughing—real laughter, not the polished kind she gave her clients.
"You're not what I expected," she admitted.
"And you're exactly what I expected," Losty replied, leaning close. "Dangerous, brilliant, untouchable. Which is why I'll claim you."
Her breath caught for the briefest moment before she masked it with a laugh. "Careful, boy. Ambition like that either builds empires… or buries corpses."
Losty smirked. "Then let's find out which I'll be."
The system chimed again.
[Affection +20% | Current: 30%]
[Skill Unlocked: Silver Tongue (Lv. 1) – Charm + Persuasion Bonus in Conversations.]
When dawn bled across the rooftops, Losty left The Golden Fang with his grin intact.
One mommy conquered, another intrigued, and a third already calling from the horizon. The system whispered its next command:
[Next Target: Cassandra – The Wild Heiress.]
Losty's eyes burned with hunger. "Good," he muttered. "Let's make the world mine."