A low rumble echoed through the dark clouds as rain poured relentlessly onto the earth. In the middle of nowhere, a grand mansion stood, its surroundings swallowed by towering trees, isolating it from the world.
A sleek black car glided into the compound, its engine drowned out by the occasional crack of thunder. As it rolled to a stop, a man stepped out from the mansion, holding a black umbrella. He positioned himself at the car door, waiting.
A moment later, the door opened, and a man in his early thirties emerged, a bouquet of black flowers in hand. His sharp suit clung to his frame, rain droplets sliding off his shoulders. His expression was unreadable as he took a step forward.
Inside the mansion, Gwen's personal maid approached with a bow. "Ma'am, the master has returned."
In a dimly lit room, a woman with a voluptuous figure rose from a gaming cabinet, her every movement poised and deliberate. She strode toward the floor-to-ceiling window, fingers gently parting the curtain. From above, she watched her husband. He stood beneath the umbrella, typing away on his phone, a foolish smile dancing on his lips. His legs shifted restlessly, as though he couldn't contain his excitement.
"What day is it?" Gwen asked, her voice calm, devoid of emotion.
"The fifteenth, ma'am."
A silence settled between them before the maid hesitantly inquired, "What are your orders?" There was a tremor in her voice as if she had dared to ask something forbidden.
Gwen said nothing. Her scarlet-painted nails tapped against the glass as her gaze remained locked on her husband. He never once looked up. The corners of his lips curled as his fingers danced across his screen.
What is it that makes him smile so much?
She unlocked her phone and checked her messages. Nothing.
Is he cheating on me?
"Tell him I'm asleep." Her tone was sharp as she yanked the curtain shut.
"Understood, ma'am." The maid bowed and left.
Gwen turned back to the cabinet, her eyes trailing over the words engraved on its surface— Lust Game.
She was about to step inside when her phone buzzed. A flicker of hope crossed her face. Did he finally send a message?
She grabbed the device, but her excitement faded as soon as she saw the sender.
Her lips curled in disappointment.
[Lust Game – Beta Testing Phase]
Have you ever craved something so badly it ached? A fantasy so vivid, so untouchable, that reality itself felt like a prison?
Is this a coincidence?
[We, the "Lust Game" mobile company, have successfully launched a beta version of our newest product. Only a select few will gain access. Please note: the experience you choose is the experience you will receive.]
Gwen Wilson's fingers trembled as she read the message.
She had stopped believing in dreams long ago. In love. In passion. In anything that once made life exciting. As the unwanted housewife of a cold and distant husband, she had spent years trapped in a marriage that felt more like a sentence than a union. Roderick treated her like a ghost—present but unseen, existing yet untouched.
She had begged for his love. Starved for his attention. But desire had become a poison, burning inside her with nowhere to go.
So when she stumbled upon Lust Game, it didn't feel like just a game. It felt like an escape. A sweet rebellion. A chance to feel something again.
[CHARACTER PROFILE: PUPPET]
Name: Magnus
Surreal Age: 500 [ Fixed]
Race: Devil
Charm: Max
Physique: Max
Height: 6'3
Sex Type: Freak
Sex Duration: 40 minutes
Fetishism: [Yes]
Personality: [Cold]
Harem: [No]
Obsession: [Healthy]
Class: Billionaire
Dick Size: 10 inches
[WARNING]
Changes cannot be made after the information has been uploaded.
[Do you want to proceed?]
[YES] / [NO]
Her heart pounded. A virtual lover—one she could design to her liking. No more rejection. No more loneliness.
"It's not like he's going to appear in the real world," she whispered, pressing YES.
The screen flickered.
[Congratulations, Beta Tester 004. Your package is currently undergoing review. Your profile will be updated after the package has been delivered.]
The air in the room suddenly felt thick and heavy. The lights dimmed for a second.
Then a soft, low chuckle echoed.
"The fuck?"
Just as she was about to set the phone aside, a knock sounded at the door.
The maid's voice followed. "Ma'am, a flower delivery has arrived for you."
Gwen's brows furrowed. A flower delivery?
She walked to the door and pulled it open.
A bouquet of dead flowers lay at her feet.
Her breath caught in her throat. Slowly, her hands clenched into fists.
"Where is my husband?" Her voice was cold, laced with restrained fury.
"He already left, ma'am. Said he had an emergency meeting to attend."
Gwen barely heard the maid as she walked away. Her gaze remained fixed on the withered bouquet.
She knew exactly what this meant.
He wanted her dead.