Night had fallen on the Crimson Court. The air smelled of sex and sweat and victory. Yet something was wrong.
Kaito sat alone on the edge of the palace balcony, bare-chested, muscles slick from battle. His hands trembled—not from exhaustion, but from instinct. His Seed was pulsing strangely, not wildly like before battle… but unevenly. Like it was being called.
From within.
Behind him, one by one, his girls were returning from the cleanup. Kaori was the first—quiet, bruised, her ink marks glowing faintly. She pressed herself into his side, kissing his neck softly.
"You were brilliant," she whispered.
Lilix came next, still dressed in a torn bodysuit. "You made your point. Even if you almost got killed doing it."
Celestia sat beside his feet, head on his thigh, her wings slowly fanning, fingers tracing the new scars across his abs.
Aya and Nyxa arrived together—laughing despite the blood still drying on their armor.
Seraphina… came last.
She didn't speak.
She just knelt. Naked. Submissive.
But her eyes…
Kaito's brow furrowed.
Something about her was off. Too calm. Too quiet. She looked like Seraphina—but her aura… rippled, subtly. The way her fingers gripped his thigh. The way she leaned her cheek against his cock—not in need—but in ownership.
He looked at her.
> "Sera?"
She smiled.
> "You don't need to worry."
A chill slid down his spine. The others felt it too.
Kaori sat up.
Celestia blinked.
Lilix tensed.
"Sera…?" Kaito whispered again.
She rose slowly, standing above him now—nude, pale, beautiful… and utterly still.
Then her eyes flickered—just once.
Red. Then black.
Not hers.
The False Seed.
She shivered.
> "He's still inside me."
Kaori stood. "No… no, that's not possible. He vanished."
Kaito's voice cracked. "He didn't vanish. He transferred."
Lilix's blade was in her hand instantly. "Then let's rip it out."
But Seraphina didn't attack.
She didn't scream.
She just… cried.
"I didn't know," she whispered. "I thought it was just the battle. The heat. The ache. But then I started seeing things… dark dreams. Visions. Him. Watching from the inside. Waiting."
Kaito stood now. Slowly.
"Are you in control?"
"I am. For now."
She fell to her knees again.
> "But you need to fuck me."
Silence.
Kaito's heart thudded.
"What?"
"I can feel it growing. Feeding off memories. Twisting the times you kissed me, loved me, claimed me. It's taking them—rewriting them. If it succeeds… I'll forget why I loved you. And then I'll become him."
The girls stared in stunned silence.
Seraphina looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please, Kaito. Don't treat this like a kiss. Treat it like an exorcism."
Kaito's heart pounded. Not from lust—but from dread. Seraphina knelt before him, trembling, her soft, naked body still glowing faintly from the holy magic she once commanded. But that glow was dying—being overwritten by something darker, colder, emptier.
The False Seed writhed inside her. Quietly. Patiently. And it wanted only one thing: to make her forget why she ever loved him.
"Do it," she whispered. "Please."
Her hands reached up to his belt. "Before he takes more."
He didn't speak. Didn't stall.
He stripped.
One piece at a time.
Until he stood above her, bare and burning.
His cock already heavy, stiff—not from desire alone, but from need. The Seed inside him recognized the darkness inside her and surged forward, eager to meet it in battle the only way it could: through connection.
Seraphina crawled back onto the plush bed behind them—her domain within the Crimson Court, now a battlefield. She lay on her back, legs open, folds glistening, thighs twitching with anxious anticipation.
But her eyes—her beautiful, broken eyes—begged him not for pleasure… but rescue.
Kaito climbed over her.
Their lips met.
And this time—there was no teasing. No slow build. Just a kiss that hurt, tasted of tears, and carried years of memory.
Then—he entered her.
In one deep, desperate thrust.
She gasped—body arching, back curling, hands clawing at his shoulders. "Yes… Kaito…"
But even as she moaned his name—her eyes flashed.
Just a flicker.
Black.
He moved faster.
His hips slammed into hers again and again, not to dominate—but to remind her. With every thrust, he whispered names.
"The lake where you first held me."
The night her wings failed and he carried her.
The first time she cried in his arms, saying she was finally enough.
Each memory—driven into her with every stroke.
And for a moment—it worked.
Her arms wrapped around him.
Her thighs clenched.
She met his thrusts with desperate rhythm, cunt tightening, heat rising. Her moans changed—less lust, more longing.
But then—
A whisper inside her head.
His voice.
> "He's only using you again."
Her eyes widened. Her hips froze.
"No," Kaito growled, slamming deeper, pressing his forehead against hers. "You're not his. You're mine. You chose me. You broke for me. And I held you."
He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"Look at me, Sera."
She did.
Eyes shaking.
Tears falling.
> "Make me remember."
And Kaito did.
He kissed her lips. Her throat. Her breasts. He sucked one nipple until it was swollen, his thrusts never slowing. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, grinding with urgency now—not from the shadow inside her… but from her own burning love.
The room heated.
Seed magic flowed from him—thick, golden, glowing—spreading where his cock pushed deepest.
Seraphina moaned louder, her body shaking.
"I— I feel you—everywhere—"
> "Good," he whispered. "Then take me. Let me fill you."
Their hips slapped hard. Sweat pooled between their bodies. Her back arched one last time—
> "K-Kaito—!"
And she came.
Screaming.
Clenching around him in waves.
Her entire body glowing—then dimming—then glowing brighter than ever before.
Kaito came with her.
His cock pulsed, flooding her with Seed so hot and intense it burned through the shadow inside her.
She arched—screamed again—and collapsed.
Silent.
Still.
Then—
She opened her eyes.
No black.
Just golden light.
Her breath caught.
"…You saved me," she whispered.
Kaito kissed her softly.
"I loved you back."
The first sign something was wrong came in the form of a sigh—not from Seraphina, not from any of the girls—
But from the walls.
A low, echoing moan that rolled down the marble corridors of the Crimson Court.
Like the palace itself had climaxed.
Kaito sat up from the bed, body slick with sweat, Seed still pulsing faintly after what he'd poured into Seraphina. But his instincts screamed now.
The air was too thick. The scent of rose-oil, incense, sweat—too heavy.
And the silken sheets beneath him… were breathing.
"What the hell…" he muttered.
Then Celestia burst into the room—panicked.
> "The Court—it's shifting! The walls are closing!"
Behind her, Lilix appeared with blades drawn. "This place has a heartbeat now. You feel that?"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Every surface pulsed—slow, sensual, but undeniable.
Kaori was tracing sigils with trembling fingers, sweat pouring down her face. "The Seed didn't die… it fused with the Court's core!"
Aya kicked open a wall panel, only to reveal another hallway behind it—identical to the last.
"We're trapped."
And then, just to prove it—Seraphina's mirror cracked.
Not from outside force.
But from reflection.
Because in it—they saw themselves.
Twisted.
Moaning.
Fucked senseless.
Kaito, chained to a throne of thighs, cock drained endlessly by ghostly mouths.
Aya gagged, bent over, begging for more.
Celestia—on her knees, hands clasped like prayer, but between Kaito's legs.
Seraphina stared at her reflection—eyes wide.
"That's not us…"
The palace whispered.
> It will be.
The door slammed shut.
And the Court moaned again.
---
The harem scrambled into the hallway—only to find it different. The hallway stretched into curves, glowing faintly red, walls damp and warm to the touch. Lilix pressed a hand against one.
It trembled.
Kaori gasped. "It's—alive. It's become a pleasure maze."
Aya: "Then how do we get out?"
Kaito gritted his teeth. "We don't run. We confront it."
Celestia blinked. "Confront a palace?"
"No. We confront what it wants."
He looked around.
And it clicked.
> "It feeds off uncontrolled desire. Off the parts of us we haven't accepted."
Each girl stared at him.
He nodded slowly.
"I need each of you to face one room. Alone. And beat it."
Lilix: "How?"
Kaito walked to the nearest breathing wall and pressed his hand against it. "By loving yourself in the one place you hate."
---
One by one, the girls disappeared into the maze.
Aya entered a dojo dripping with blood and memories. Her copy waited—blindfolded, bent over a training sword, whispering: "You'll never protect them all." She answered by kissing the broken version of herself and standing tall.
Celestia found a cathedral of mirrors where every reflection screamed, "You're just a fetish." She lit the place with holy Seedlight—and forgave herself.
Kaori faced a library filled with torn pages—all of them her own failed spells. Her shadow laughed. She rewrote one. A single line. That was enough.
Seraphina entered a sanctuary shaped like her own childhood cage. Her mother's voice. Her shame. Her doubts. She laid her naked body against the altar and whispered Kaito's name. The room crumbled.
Nyxa's room exploded with fire and guilt and the scent of her first kill. She danced with it. Fucked it. Smiled when she left.
Lilix?
She stabbed her room. Then fucked her shadow clone against a wall, climaxed, and left without a word.
---
And in the center of the maze…
Kaito waited. Naked. Calm.
The walls vibrated around him, hungry.
Then the voice came.
> "You can't love them all."
> "You'll fail."
> "You already did."
And the room opened.
Twelve versions of himself.
All from moments of weakness.
One sobbing, alone after his first kill.
One laughing cruelly while Kaori bled.
One walking away from Celestia when she needed him most.
They surrounded him.
> "We're what you are."
He stood.
Then knelt.
And whispered.
> "I know."
He didn't fight them.
He forgave them.
And then—
The entire Court screamed.
Not in pain. Not in rage.
But in release.
---
When the light faded, Kaito stood in the center chamber—his girls beside him. Naked. Safe. Whole.
And the Court?
Silent.
Sleeping.
Obedient.