Recap of Chapter 25
Losty crushed Adrian in the Pleasure Arena, claiming the Sinful Crown, a forbidden reward that synchronized his women's screams into one unstoppable force. The world trembled at their victory. But the system then warned of a greater threat: the Overlords of Lust, rulers of the higher layers of the Sugar World. Summoned to the Midnight Banquet at the Tower of Crimson Desire, Losty and his Sugar Mommies must now face beings who see mortals as playthings… and prove they can't be broken.
Arrival at the Tower
The Tower of Crimson Desire rose from the heart of the Sugar World like a spear of sin. Its black walls glowed with pulsing crimson veins, as though the entire structure was alive — breathing, waiting, hungering.
Losty stood at its base, flanked by Clara, Selene, and Aurora. Their dresses shimmered like liquid silk, revealing more than they hid, each step they took sending ripples of sensual energy through the air.
Clara clung to his arm, her voice soft, trembling but resolute."Losty… this place doesn't feel like the arena. It feels… wrong. Like the walls are whispering to us."
Selene's sharp eyes scanned the grand obsidian doors ahead. "It's not wrong. It's power. This is where predators live. We're stepping into their lair."
Aurora, ever bold, leaned in close, her crimson lips brushing Losty's ear. "Good. Let them stare. Let them hunger. Tonight, they'll find out what happens when prey becomes predator."
The system flared, confirming their dread.
[Quest: Survive the Invitation.][Location Reached: Tower of Crimson Desire.]
The doors groaned open by themselves. Heat and perfume rolled out, thick and suffocating. Moans echoed faintly from deep within, long and drawn-out, as though the tower itself fed on eternal pleasure.
Losty smirked. "Let's give them a show."
The Banquet Hall
The hall stretched into infinity, lined with obsidian pillars laced in glowing crimson veins. At the far end, upon golden thrones that seemed carved from flesh and flame, sat the Overlords of Lust.
There were seven of them — each more overwhelming than the last.
Veloria, the Whispering Temptress: A towering woman draped in transparent veils, her voice dripping like honey, every syllable vibrating with the sound of moans.
Dravos, the Chains of Submission: A broad-shouldered man bound in glowing shackles that he himself wielded, his smirk daring anyone to resist his pull.
Nerida, the Serpent Queen: A woman whose lower body coiled into a glistening serpent, her forked tongue flicking as her golden eyes pinned Losty.
Orion, the Phantom of Desire: A faceless figure wrapped in shadows, shifting with every gaze, whispering promises in a thousand voices at once.
Lysandra, the Crimson Duchess: Regal, cruel, her gown made of screaming faces frozen in silk, her lips curved in a knowing smirk.
Kael, the Pierced Godling: His body pierced with dozens of glowing rings, each one moaning with stolen voices whenever he moved.
Eris, the Mistress of Ecstasy: Childlike in frame, yet radiating overwhelming presence, her laughter like a thousand orgasms echoing at once.
The Overlords watched as Losty entered with his Sugar Mommies. Their gazes caressed, pierced, burned — not just looking at the women but peeling away at their souls. Clara shivered, Selene stiffened, Aurora growled low under her breath.
Veloria leaned forward, her lips curling."So this is the mortal who wears the Sinful Crown. So small. So fragile. Yet your screams… reached even us."
Dravos's chains clinked, glowing with heat."I expected more. He reeks of inexperience. I wonder how long before his women cry under my grip instead."
Nerida's tongue flicked, hissing."Careful, Dravos. There is venom in this one. Can't you see? His women cling not from fear, but from hunger."
Losty's smirk didn't waver. "Funny. For gods, you sound a lot like Adrian before I broke him."
The hall gasped. The Overlords stilled.
Aurora's laugh broke the silence, sultry and dangerous. "Oops. Did our little mortal just insult his betters?"
Veloria's smile sharpened. "Interesting."
The Banquet Begins
Tables materialized around them, groaning with forbidden fruits, goblets of crimson wine that pulsed like blood, and meats that shivered as though alive. Servants — bound souls with hollow eyes — poured drinks into golden chalices.
The Overlords raised their cups.
"To the Sinful Crown," Lysandra purred. "A mortal dares to wear it. Let us see if he can survive the weight."
Moans filled the air as the feast began. The very sound vibrated through the bones of every guest. Clara gasped softly, clutching Losty tighter. Selene bit her lip, refusing to show weakness. Aurora arched her back, her body already responding to the energy.
The Sinful Crown flared crimson, absorbing the resonance. Losty clenched his fist as the system chimed:
[Sinful Crown Activated.][Effect: Overlord Resonance converted into Desire Points.][+5,000 Desire Points gained.]
He smirked. The banquet was supposed to overwhelm him. Instead, it was feeding him.
Veloria's eyes widened, just slightly."Did… he just absorb it?"
Orion's faceless head tilted, whispering with a thousand voices."He is not prey. He is something else. Something dangerous."
The First Clash
Eris, the Mistress of Ecstasy, slid off her throne. Small, almost delicate, but her presence pressed down like a tidal wave. She floated toward Losty, her laughter echoing like a thousand shivers of release.
"Prove yourself," she whispered, her voice crawling into their ears. "Or break."
She raised a finger, and the room shifted. Clara gasped as her body arched, Selene moaned as her knees buckled, Aurora snarled as pleasure flooded her nerves. Eris wasn't touching them — she was making their bodies sing just by willing it.
The women cried out, moans spilling uncontrolled, filling the banquet hall.
Losty snarled. "Get your hands off them."
Eris's grin widened. "Then stop me."
The Sinful Crown flared. The women's cries merged, their moans weaving together into a single scream that tore through the hall like thunder.
[Triple Synchronization Activated.][Overlord Influence Countered.]
Eris staggered, just slightly, her grin twitching."Ohhh… delicious."
Dravos slammed his chains into the ground, laughter booming. "He defied her! A mortal defied an Overlord!"
Veloria's eyes narrowed. "Not defied. Matched. That is worse."
Eris licked her lips, retreating with a shuddering laugh. "I want him. So badly. But perhaps… later."
The other Overlords leaned forward, their hunger palpable.
The Trial of the Banquet
The system flared again, crimson letters burning across the banquet hall.
[Trial Announced: Banquet of Sin.][Objective: Make your women's moans eclipse the chorus of the Overlords.][Time Limit: Until the banquet ends.][Reward: Ascension Key Fragment.][Penalty: Eternal Enslavement.]
The hall shook. The Overlords began to moan together — a terrifying chorus of divine lust, each sound shaking the walls, each cry threatening to drown everything. The servants fell to their knees, overcome. The Sugar Mommies clutched Losty, trembling.
Clara gasped. "Losty… we can't match that… it's too much…"
Selene hissed. "No. We can. We will."
Aurora bared her teeth, already arching into him. "Make us scream, Losty. Louder than gods."
Losty's grin was sharp, dangerous. "Gladly."
He pulled them close, hands roaming, lips devouring, every touch igniting fire. Clara wailed, Selene gasped, Aurora roared — their cries weaving together, amplified by the Sinful Crown.
The Overlords moaned louder, their divine chorus hammering down like a storm.
The Sugar Mommies screamed louder still, their voices raw, primal, defiant.
The system chimed, trembling with the force of it:
[Triple Synchronization Amplified.][Mortal Chorus Eclipse — 89%...][95%...][100%!]
The Overlords' moans faltered. Their chorus broke. The banquet hall shook as the system declared:
[Trial Complete.][Reward: Ascension Key Fragment (1/3).]
The Sinful Crown pulsed, brighter than ever, as the Sugar Mommies collapsed against Losty, drained but triumphant.
The Overlords stared, silent for the first time.
Veloria whispered, her voice trembling with equal parts hunger and fear."What… are you?"
Losty smirked, lifting Clara's chin as Selene and Aurora panted against him. His eyes burned with fire.
"I'm the man who makes gods scream."
The banquet fell silent.
And somewhere deep in the tower, something older than the Overlords stirred.