Temptation's Veil

Lucian's mind buzzed with the endless possibilities now laid before him. The Demon Harem Ascension System had unlocked a twisted new path—one where every woman was a potential conquest, a tool to fuel his rise to power.

The rush of dominance surged through his veins, making his cock throb beneath his pants as he scrolled through the escort website. The dark underbelly of the city was ripe with opportunity—women hiding behind masks and silk sheets, their loneliness bleeding through carefully crafted profiles.

Rich women. Powerful women.

Prey.

"Anonymous, huh?" Lucian muttered, his smirk curling. "Desperate little housewives... craving something they can't get from their pathetic husbands. I could become their dirty little secret... and they wouldn't even know they're mine."

His fingers glided across the keyboard, creating a profile under the name Sinful Lucifer.

The gigolo site required verification photos—shirtless, suggestive... teasing. With the Body Optimization enhancement coursing through his body, Lucian's physique had become a weapon. Every muscle was perfectly carved, his abs glistening under the soft room light as he snapped the pictures.

He posed lazily—one hand dragging down his waistband, just enough to hint at the monster lurking beneath.

[Profile Approved] [Your Services Are Now Listed]

Lucian's heart pounded with anticipation.

"Let's see which lonely little slut wants to get fucked senseless first..."

His cock twitched against his pants, aching to claim his first prey.

But before the night began, there was someone he had to handle.

The soft click of heels echoed through the apartment. Lillith emerged from the bedroom—her office attire hugging every sinful curve. The pencil skirt clung to her hips, the sheer stockings wrapped around her thick thighs. Her blouse strained against her heaving breasts, the top buttons teasing the creamy swells beneath.

Lucian's cock throbbed harder.

A week ago, she had been off-limits—his best friend's mother.

Now?

She was his obedient little slut... and she didn't even realize how close she was to breaking completely.

"Ready, darling?" she asked sweetly, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek.

Lucian's fingers traced down her waist, lingering just a little too long on the curve of her ass.

"Always..." he whispered darkly.

Lillith shivered under his touch, her breath hitching. The Submission Rate in his app flickered—70%... 71%...

Her body already craved him.

"Tonight... you're coming straight back to me, aren't you?" Lucian murmured into her ear, his voice a low growl.

Her cheeks flushed. "Y-Yes... I promise."

Lucian's smirk widened.

Soon, she wouldn't just promise.

She would beg.

As she left for work, Lucian's phone buzzed.

[You Have 3 New Client Requests]

His heart pounded as he opened the app. The first profile caught his eye immediately—

Code Name: Scarlet Mistress

Payment Offer: $15,000 for one night of submission

Location: Crimson Hotel, Room 306

Lucian's grin turned wolfish.

A CEO of a luxury brand. Powerful... and desperate to surrender.

He accepted the request without hesitation.

Scarlet Mistress: Are you... discreet?

Sinful Lucifer: I don't just keep secrets, darling... I own them.

A pause.

Scarlet Mistress: Room 306. Tonight. 9 PM.

Lucian's cock throbbed.

But before the night arrived... there was one more loose end to tie up.

His eyes flicked to the Demon Harem Ascension System, navigating to the Loyalty Training Module.

A wicked little feature he had recently unlocked—implanting hypnotic suggestions into women whose surrender rates were above 70%.

He tapped on Lillith's name.

Current Surrender Rate: 71%

A cruel grin stretched across his lips.

He typed out the suggestion slowly—

Obedience.

A soft chime echoed in his mind.

[Hypnotic Suggestion Imprinted: Lillith will begin accepting the idea of her lover having other women.]

Lucian's cock throbbed painfully.

By the time Lillith came home tonight... she would unknowingly crave the thought of him breaking other women right in front of her.

His harem was about to begin.

One woman at a time.