Recap of Chapter 20
In the last chapter, the system revealed a shocking twist: Losty's path wasn't just about pleasure and power, but about control over the hidden balance of the Sugar World. His intimate bonds with the Sugar Mommies grew deeper, each encounter unlocking hidden layers of himself and them. Desire and dominance blended into revelations, and the climax left Losty standing at the edge of choice — whether to fully surrender to the system's seductive control, or to bend it to his own will.
Chapter 21
The night was heavy with warmth, as if the very air inside the penthouse pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Losty stood at the wide window, staring at the endless neon glow of the city outside. The Sugar World never slept — its skyscrapers shone like beacons, each one promising secrets, pleasures, and temptations yet to be claimed.
But behind him, the air was thicker, hotter, sweeter.
The Sugar Mommies had gathered.
Clara lounged across the velvet couch, her golden hair spilling like honey as she traced her fingers over a crystal glass of wine. Selene leaned against the wall, her dark eyes burning with curiosity, her lips still swollen from the last session. Aurora, the wildest of them, sat cross-legged on the rug, her skin flushed, her breathing sharp, as if even stillness ignited her desire.
And then, at the center of them all, the system's glowing panel shimmered, bathing the room in pale crimson light.
[New Task Unlocked: Entwine your bonds. One body, one soul, one fate. Completion Reward: Eternal Mark of Desire.]
The words slid into Losty's mind, heavy and intoxicating. His chest tightened as if the system's voice licked against his ear.
He turned, his smirk confident, his eyes deep with the hunger only the system could ignite.
"So…" his voice was low, commanding, "tonight isn't about one of you. It's about all of you."
A ripple moved through the room. Clara shivered visibly. Selene tilted her head, lips parting slightly. Aurora's laugh was breathless, raw, like a spark catching fire.
The women moved closer, slowly, like predators circling prey — yet they were the prey, and he was the hunter. Or perhaps it was the opposite. In this world, boundaries blurred, and the line between domination and surrender had been shattered long ago.
"Losty…" Clara's voice trembled with sweetness. "If we do this, there's no turning back."
He stepped toward her, lifting her chin with just one finger. His breath brushed against her lips. "Exactly what I want."
The first kiss ignited the room.
Clara melted against him, moaning softly, a sound that vibrated through his veins like liquid fire. The others didn't wait — Selene's hands were at his back, her nails scraping down his skin with a lustful growl, while Aurora's lips trailed heat along his neck.
The system pulsed in his mind:
[Bond Synchronization: 5%… 10%…]
The sounds of pleasure tangled — gasps, whimpers, the rustle of silk sheets being pulled away, the wet heat of mouths tracing skin. Losty surrendered himself to the storm of bodies around him, but he wasn't passive — every thrust of his hips, every touch of his hands, every command whispered into their ears bound them closer to him.
"More…" Selene moaned, her voice breaking into high-pitched whimpers as he pushed her deeper into the abyss of bliss. Aurora's laughter turned into gasps, broken cries of raw ecstasy. Clara arched under his touch, her body trembling violently with each wave.
[Bond Synchronization: 40%… 50%…]
The room became a symphony — moans echoing against the walls, cries of pleasure that mixed with his growls of dominance. His name spilled from their lips again and again, like prayers to a god of lust.
"Losty—ahhh—don't stop—" Clara's voice cracked as he drove her past another peak.
Selene's cries were deeper, guttural, primal. "Yes—yes—deeper—ahhh—"
Aurora bit her lip until it bled, then screamed his name in a pitch so raw it echoed through the penthouse.
The system's voice returned, louder, more commanding.
[Bond Synchronization: 80%… Warning: Overload Imminent…]
But Losty didn't falter. He embraced the overload.
"Look at me," he growled, pulling all three of them into his grasp, holding their trembling bodies tight against him. His voice was iron, his desire fire. "You're mine. Every breath, every sound, every drop of your desire — all of it belongs to me."
Their responses came not in words, but in screams — pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, ecstasy so deep it became a binding force. Their bodies convulsed against his, slick with sweat and heat, their cries tearing through the night.
And then it happened.
[Bond Synchronization: 100% Achieved.]
A shockwave of energy burst outward. The red glow of the system fused with the trembling bodies entwined on the floor. Pleasure transformed into something higher — not just flesh, not just heat, but an immortal link. He felt it brand itself onto his soul.
The women collapsed around him, panting, whimpering softly, their bodies trembling even in the aftermath. Clara's lips pressed weakly against his chest. Selene's fingers clung desperately to his arm. Aurora was still moaning, long after the peak had passed, her body quivering uncontrollably.
And in his mind, the system whispered:
[Eternal Mark of Desire Acquired.][From this moment forward, your fates are bound. Their strength is your strength. Their desire is your desire. Their loyalty cannot be broken.]
Losty leaned back, his chest rising and falling heavily, sweat dripping down his skin, his lips curving into a feral grin.
He had done it.
No — they had done it.
Bound together by moans, by cries, by the rawest form of connection imaginable.
The Sugar World would never be the same.