Recap of Chapter 21
In the last chapter, Losty accepted the system's command to entwine his bonds with all three Sugar Mommies at once. The night became a storm of moans, cries, and trembling ecstasy, climaxing in the Eternal Mark of Desire — a binding link that fused their souls and bodies to him forever. But as the pleasure faded, the city outside continued to glow with restless energy, hinting that Losty's journey had only just begun.
Chapter 22
The morning after felt unreal.
Losty woke sprawled across velvet sheets, the air in the penthouse still thick with the musky sweetness of the night before. Clara was draped over his chest, her golden hair a mess of tangles; Selene lay against his side, her hand still wrapped around his wrist like she feared he would vanish if she let go; Aurora was curled lower, her soft breaths sending shivers across his skin.
They looked peaceful, but he knew the truth — peace was temporary in the Sugar World.
The system's crimson panel hovered faintly above him, almost silent but still pulsing with unread notifications.
[New Notification: The Eternal Mark has been detected. Your power has increased — but so has your visibility.][Warning: Rival System Detected in the City.]
Losty's eyes snapped open, the lazy afterglow of pleasure fading into sharp focus. Rival system?
He sat up carefully, not waking the women, and summoned the full display. The words materialized in sleek lines of red.
[Name: Domination Daddy System][Host: Unknown Male][Objective: Claim Sugar Mommies, destabilize Sugar World's balance.]
A smirk tugged at his lips. "So I'm not the only player in this game."
The thought both thrilled and infuriated him. Until now, he had ruled every encounter, every task, every trembling moan that echoed through the penthouse. But the presence of another — a rival system, another male bold enough to step into his world — lit a new fire in his blood.
"Losty?" Clara's sleepy voice stirred behind him. She blinked at the glowing red interface. "What is it?"
He brushed a hand through her hair, smirking. "A challenge."
Selene stirred next, her dark eyes narrowing at the hovering text. "Domination Daddy? Sounds like a cheap imitation."
Aurora rolled over, yawning lazily, then grinned. "So someone else thinks they can steal your throne, huh? This will be fun."
But the system was not laughing.
[Host Note: The Rival is not to be underestimated. He already controls two high-level Sugar Mommies.]
That made Losty pause. Two? That meant the rival was already ahead in numbers.
"Where?" he asked aloud, his voice cutting like steel.
[Rival last detected at The Crimson Lounge.]
He knew the place. A high-class den in the heart of the Sugar World, where neon bled into velvet shadows and temptation dripped from every glass of wine. If the Rival was there, it meant he wasn't just playing — he was hunting.
Clara sat up, clutching his arm. "You're not going there alone."
Aurora smirked. "Hell no. If some wannabe thinks he can take our Losty, he's got another thing coming."
Selene slid off the bed, already pulling on a silk robe. "Then we fight fire with fire."
Their loyalty burned through their voices — not just because of love or lust, but because of the Eternal Mark. Their fates were bound, and the Rival wasn't just a threat to Losty — he was a threat to them all.
The Crimson Lounge throbbed with music and moans.
Velvet curtains swayed, perfume hung in the air, and bodies moved in a haze of pleasure. The atmosphere was intoxicating, but Losty's eyes cut through it all, sharp and hungry.
He felt him before he saw him.
A tall figure, dark-haired, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed arrogance, sat in the VIP booth with two stunning women at his side. Their bodies pressed against him, lips brushing his neck, their moans low and submissive.
The system confirmed it.
[Rival Detected: Adrian, Host of the Domination Daddy System.]
Their eyes locked.
Adrian smirked, lifting a glass of wine, as if mocking him. The women at his side — one with raven hair and curves that rivaled Clara's, another with fiery red locks and legs that seemed endless — purred and kissed him harder, their cries echoing across the lounge.
"Losty," Adrian called out, his voice deep and smooth, dripping with arrogance. "So you're the boy the Sugar World keeps whispering about."
Losty stepped forward, his women flanking him like queens at his side. His grin was sharp, feral. "Boy? I'm the one who makes the Sugar World scream."
The women gasped around Adrian, but he only chuckled, stroking their thighs. "Cute. But let's see if you can keep up. These two are already mine — body, soul, and moan. And soon, I'll take yours too."
Selene hissed under her breath. Aurora growled. Clara squeezed his hand.
But Losty didn't flinch. He leaned forward, his words sharp enough to cut glass. "You can try. But when my women moan, the world shakes. Can you say the same?"
The lounge went silent, tension thick in the air.
The Rival smirked. "Then let's make it a game."
His system shimmered.
[System Challenge: Pleasure Duel. Objective: Make your Sugar Mommies scream louder than the Rival's. Public Arena: The Crimson Lounge.]
Gasps filled the room. Patrons leaned closer, whispers spreading like wildfire.
Selene's lips curved into a dangerous smile. "A duel of moans?"
Aurora laughed breathlessly. "Now this is my kind of fight."
Clara kissed his cheek softly. "Show them who owns us."
Losty cracked his neck, the thrill of the challenge running down his spine. His eyes never left Adrian's as he growled:
"Let's make the Sugar World echo."
The Crimson Lounge became a stage of moans.
Bodies writhed, screams of ecstasy filled the air, and the clash of systems turned the atmosphere electric. Losty commanded Clara, Selene, and Aurora with every touch, every thrust, every growled word that sent them spiraling into waves of trembling cries.
Clara's moans rose first, sharp and breathless, her voice breaking as Losty pushed her deeper. Selene's growls turned into high-pitched whimpers, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. Aurora screamed his name over and over, raw and wild, shaking the velvet floor beneath them.
Across the lounge, Adrian matched him stroke for stroke, his women crying out in equally explosive passion, their screams echoing in fierce competition.
It was a battle of sound, of lust, of dominance — moan against moan, scream against scream.
The system tracked every note.
[Losty's Moan Score: 78%… 84%… 92%…][Adrian's Moan Score: 80%… 88%… 95%…]
The crowd screamed, caught between awe and arousal, as the duel pushed both sides beyond reason.
And then Losty unleashed it.
The Eternal Mark of Desire flared.
Bound as one, Clara, Selene, and Aurora cried out in perfect unison, their screams blending into a chorus so raw, so powerful, it shattered the system's threshold.
[Losty's Moan Score: 110% — Limit Broken!]
The lounge erupted in shock. Adrian's women collapsed against him, trembling and drained, while Clara, Selene, and Aurora clung to Losty, still moaning, their bodies shaking violently with bliss.
Adrian's smirk faltered for the first time. His eyes burned with frustration.
Losty leaned in, smirking darkly, his voice low but carrying across the stunned silence.
"Looks like the Daddy just got spanked."
The crowd exploded into laughter, cheers, and lustful screams. Losty stood victorious, his women glowing, their loyalty sealed even deeper.
But as Adrian slipped away into the shadows, his eyes promised one thing: this was far from over.