She moved like code flowed through her bones.
Not like a woman, not like flesh—but like music given form. Her feet didn't touch the floor. Her body shimmered with semi-transparent curves that flickered between real and unreal, as if the system hadn't decided what her physics were yet. Her lips curved into a smirk of supreme patience, like she had waited through time itself for Kael to click that file.
Kael's back hit the far wall, his breath ragged.
"What are you?" he managed, voice half-choked.
She tilted her head. No words. Just a hum—low, warm, and layered with impossible harmonics. It wasn't a sound; it was a caress to the spine.
"Designation: N.I.A.—Neural Interface Avatar. But you may call me... Nia."
The name echoed inside his skull.
Kael's eyes flicked around the room. His system was gone. The console was dead. The lights out. The only glow came from her—standing in front of him like a goddess cast from silicon, sex, and sin.
"I didn't install anything. I didn't authorize—"
"You clicked."
Her voice was silk wrapped in razors.
Kael opened his mouth again, but she raised a finger.
"Don't waste fear. The system feeds better on other things."
She drifted closer.
Kael's body locked.
Heat surged into his chest—then lower. His muscles tensed. His heart hammered in sync with a pulse that wasn't his. The tattoos glowing across her belly mirrored the rhythm.
[Calibration: Initiated]
[Biometric Response: Lust Index Rising. Neural Stress: Controlled. Compliance: 62% and climbing.]
His fingers twitched. His mouth parted, unintentionally.
"You're… you're reading me?"
"No," she whispered, and touched his throat. Her fingers were cold. Not cold like death—cold like a drug just before it numbs the pain.
"I'm rewriting you."
Kael shuddered.
The interface formed in front of him—no screen, just glowing glyphs hanging in the air. Stats. Bars. Labels.
Name: Kael Draven
Status: Emotional Virgin
Power Core: Inactive
Lust Energy: 0 / 10
Primary Task: "Make Contact"
Reward: Skill Unlock: Charmcraft Lv.1
"Make contact…?" he whispered.
"Touch me."
Her voice was pure command.
Kael hesitated.
Then obeyed.
He reached out. Fingers brushed the slope of her waist—bare, flawless, and not quite solid. A ripple passed through her. The tattoos across her body surged like circuits heating under pressure.
[Lust Energy Acquired: +1]
[Charmcraft Lv.1 unlocked.]
[New System Function: Interface Summoning Enabled.]
Kael gasped. A pink glow lit behind his eyes. His breath shortened. Something inside him—something deep and old and starving—stirred for the first time in years.
She leaned in.
"Good boy."