The nights in Sex World were never quiet.
Even in the deepest hours, when stars pressed against the velvet sky and the crimson moon lingered above, the air pulsed with whispers, sighs, and laughter carried from mansions, pleasure halls, and endless streets of neon-lit decadence.
For nineteen-year-old Losty, this noise was more than a background. It was his inheritance. He was born into a world where desire wasn't hidden, where lust was as common as water, and power was measured not only by gold or armies—but by the ability to bend hearts, bodies, and wills.
Losty had always been different from the other young men who crowded the plazas with hungry eyes. He didn't chase after the courtesans who beckoned from balconies. He didn't throw his coins into the open palms of dancers who swayed beneath torchlight. Instead, he leaned back against the marble steps of the Grand Lust Bazaar, smirking at the chaos around him.
He knew something they didn't.
There was always a sense, deep in his blood, that he was waiting for something greater. That Sex World itself had been designed for him, and all he had to do was wait for the spark.
That spark came tonight.
It started with a voice.
At first, he thought it was one of the street performers singing through the haze of wine and smoke. But when the whisper brushed his ear from the inside, his eyes widened.
"System initializing… host identified: Losty, male, nineteen, bloodline—undiscovered.
Welcome to the Sugar Mommy System."
He blinked. Then laughed, low and sharp.
"Finally," he muttered. "So it begins."
A panel, invisible to everyone else but glowing before his eyes, unfurled.
[Sugar Mommy System Activated]
Quest: Find your first Sugar Mommy.
Reward: 100 Sugar Coins, Skill Unlock: Kiss of Temptation.
Penalty: Eternal virginity.
Losty barked a laugh. Eternal virginity? As if this world would ever let that curse settle on him.
"Alright then," he said to the empty night. "Show me my first conquest."
The answer came not from the system, but from the clatter of carriage wheels. Down the road, a black-lacquered carriage rolled toward the bazaar, horses clad in silver chains. The curtains swayed open just enough for him to glimpse the passenger within: a woman dressed in scarlet velvet, skin pale as moonlight, lips painted a forbidden shade of red.
Her gaze, sharp and predatory, met his.
The system chimed.
[Target identified: Madam Selena, Age 29, Wealth Rating: ★★★★☆]
[Affection unlocked: 0% → challenge begins.]
Losty grinned. The game had begun.
Madam Selena stepped out of the carriage with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who owned the ground she walked upon. She had the air of a widow who had buried more than one rich husband and grown wealthier from each grave. Jewels clung to her throat, catching the moonlight.
Losty didn't move from his seat on the marble steps. He simply let his smirk linger, eyes trailing over her as though he was measuring her—not her dress, not her jewels, but her hunger.
And he saw it. Beneath the layers of luxury, Madam Selena was hungry.
When her gaze returned to him, he gave the smallest nod, an invitation without words.
Her lips curved. She approached.
"You look far too young to be staring at women like me," she said, her voice low and smooth.
"Wrong," Losty answered. "I'm exactly the right age to make you stare back."
Her laugh was soft, surprised. Few men dared to speak so boldly to her. Even fewer did it with eyes that never wavered.
"Confident, aren't you?" she asked, tilting her head.
"I don't have to be confident," Losty said. "The world already leans my way."
The system chimed.
[Affection +5%]
She studied him for a long moment, then extended her hand. Rings glittered across her fingers, but her touch was warmer than he expected.
"Walk with me," she commanded.
Losty rose without hesitation. His steps matched hers as though they had walked together for years. The bazaar parted around them, merchants and dancers casting envious glances at the boy who had caught the attention of Madam Selena.
Her mansion loomed soon after—high gates, silk banners, and guards who bowed with eyes lowered. Within, candles burned behind stained glass, painting the hall in shades of red and gold.
She dismissed her servants with a flick of her wrist, then poured herself wine in a goblet carved from onyx.
"You don't look like a man who has wealth," she said.
"I don't," Losty agreed. He stepped closer, eyes fixed on her. "But you look like a woman who craves something wealth can't buy."
The goblet froze at her lips. Slowly, she set it down.
"Dangerous words," she whispered.
"True words," he corrected.
The system chimed.
[Affection +20%]
[Skill unlocked: Kiss of Temptation]
Losty didn't wait for permission. He closed the distance, his hand sliding to the curve of her waist. She didn't pull away. Her breath caught, her eyes daring him to try.
And so he did.
His lips met hers—slow at first, testing, then deeper, commanding. She melted into the kiss, her fingers clawing lightly at his shoulder, her velvet dress brushing against him like flame.
When they parted, her voice was unsteady.
"Who… are you?"
He smirked.
"Your first mistake," he said, "and your first addiction."
The system chimed.
[Quest Complete: First Sugar Mommy Acquired]
[Reward: 100 Sugar Coins | Affection: 45%]
Selena laughed, low and sinful, and poured him wine.
"You may be poor," she said, "but you have something no man I've known possessed. Something I want more of."
"And you'll spoil me for it," Losty replied.
Her smile was wicked. "You'll drown in it."
That night marked the beginning.
For Losty, the Sugar Mommy System wasn't just a tool—it was destiny. Madam Selena was only the first of many, a stepping stone toward the empire he would build.
And as he lay back in the velvet of her chambers, the system whispered again.
[New Quest: Expand your Mommy Collection. Unlock the Sugar Palace.]
[Requirement: 3 Sugar Mommies]
[Reward: Palace Core + Mommy Fusion Skill.]
Losty's grin widened in the darkness.
Sex World had just become his playground.