Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now
Chapter 38: Mirror Soul

Chapter 38: Mirror Soul

The night no longer felt real.

Charles sat alone in the penthouse suite, the city glowing outside like a world he was no longer part of. Thirty days. That was all he had before the System Merge—and only one version would survive.

Either him... or Iris.

Camilla had fallen asleep, curled up in his arms after their deepening sync. She looked peaceful, like a storm that had finally calmed. But Charles couldn’t sleep. Not after what he saw.

Iris wasn’t just alive—she was thriving. Manipulating her own twisted version of the Lust Sync. And now, she was preparing to challenge him.

The system pulsed again.

> [Warning: System Overlap Detected – I.B. Active in Manhattan Sector]

>

> [Temporary Power Limiter Imposed: 80% Efficiency]

He cursed, teeth gritted. "She’s already interfering with my abilities..."

Charles stood, moving to the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection blurry in the glass. The man staring back at him no longer looked like the broke loser from Chapter 1. His frame was leaner, his shoulders broader, his eyes sharper.

But beneath it all... something had changed.

He wasn’t just synced with women anymore.

He was connected to power itself.

Yet now, the very thing that elevated him was being invaded.

His phone vibrated.

It wasn’t a call or a message.

It was a location ping... from Nina.

He opened it. A single word displayed:

> "NOW."

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Charles didn’t waste time.

By 2:14 AM, he was inside a private black SUV, winding through the hidden side of Manhattan—no traffic, no noise. The car stopped in front of a towering structure shielded in darkness. No name. No windows. Just a cold steel door.

He walked in.

Inside stood Nina Hale—black bodysuit zipped to her collarbone, arms crossed, and eyes narrowed with an urgency he hadn’t seen before.

Behind her, glowing monitors displayed bio-sync data, pulsing brainwaves, and flickering holograms of Charles... and someone else.

"Iris?" he guessed.

Nina nodded. "She activated her system prototype three months ago. I thought it was unstable. I was wrong."

Charles stepped closer, scanning the data. The hologram of Iris rotated slowly, but something was off. Her image flickered between two versions—the woman he remembered and something darker, more predatory.

"What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing to a blinking spiral at the center of the interface.

"That’s her heart-rate trigger system," Nina said. "She doesn’t need to charm or seduce like you. Her version works by fear. Pain. Stress. She syncs through psychological breakpoints."

"Meaning...?" Charles frowned.

"She causes emotional trauma in her targets. Once they reach their limit, the system binds them permanently."

Charles went still. "That’s not seduction... that’s domination."

Nina’s eyes hardened. "She’s been syncing men to destroy them, Charles. And I think you were her first experiment."

Everything clicked.

That kiss back in Chapter 2. The fire. The sudden disappearance. The system’s weird silence around her. She wasn’t removed.

She left—on purpose.

"She used me to trigger the system," he said slowly. "Then made her own."

"And now she wants to merge hers with yours," Nina added. "One system survives. One user dies."

He turned away, fists clenching. The weight of it crushed down on him. Every woman he’d synced with, every connection he’d built—it could all be destroyed if Iris succeeded.

"What do I do?"

Nina walked up behind him, voice quiet. "Sync stronger. Deeper. Unlock the hidden tiers. There’s something buried inside your system—something Iris doesn’t have."

He turned sharply. "You know more than you’ve said, don’t you?"

Nina hesitated.

Then sighed. "Yes."

She tapped her chest, and a blue pulse shimmered. A hidden interface blinked over her collarbone. It wasn’t the red of Lust Sync... it was azure.

"You were never the first candidate," she said. "There were others. But you were the first the system chose willingly. That means your bond is pure. The deeper your syncs go—the more truth you unlock."

Charles’s jaw tightened. "So what’s next?"

Nina looked him dead in the eyes. "You go after your next sync. One powerful enough to trigger a System Evolution."

He stared at her. "Who?"

She smirked faintly. "Her name is Zara Vale. She’s a behavioral manipulator, billionaire heiress... and a rumored sociopath."

"She doesn’t sound like someone who falls easily," he muttered.

"She won’t," Nina said. "But if you break through her walls, you won’t just level up... you’ll become something Iris can’t predict."

Nina pulled up another hologram—this one showing a psychological profile. Zara’s data was unlike anything Charles had seen. No emotional vulnerabilities. No attachment patterns. Just cold, calculated responses to every scenario.

"She’s never been in love," Nina continued. "Never shown genuine affection. Some say she’s incapable of it. But if you can crack her..."

"I unlock something new," Charles finished.

"Something that could save us all."

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By morning, Charles was standing outside the Vale Financial Tower.

Zara Vale was a myth in business circles—daughter of ruthless moguls, silent controller of five global industries, and a woman who never dated, never smiled, never bent to anyone.

Charles adjusted his suit, his nerves sharp. The building loomed above him like a monument to cold ambition. He’d researched her during the drive over. Board member at nineteen. CEO at twenty-three. Destroyer of competitors at twenty-five. Now, at twenty-eight, she was untouchable.

Then stepped through the glass doors.

The moment he entered, the building reacted. Glass elevators shifted direction. Security doors unlocked. The receptionist blinked once, received a silent message through her earpiece... then pointed him to the top floor.

No ID. No waiting. No resistance.

Almost like she was... expecting him.

The elevator ride was silent, but Charles felt his system responding. It was different here—more focused, more intense. Like it recognized a worthy challenge.

At the 77th floor, the doors slid open.

There she was.

Zara Vale.

A goddess in black. Hair tied in a high, ruthless ponytail. A gunmetal-gray dress that screamed elegance and cruelty in equal measure. Her eyes—silver, unreadable—fixed on him like a predator sizing up prey.

"You’re the sync boy," she said flatly. "The one making headlines in secret."

Charles didn’t flinch. "And you’re the one who doesn’t flinch."

She smirked. "Good start."

He stepped inside her office. It was cold, minimal, dangerous. A single couch. One glass desk. And a silver blade mounted behind her chair—not decorative, but functional. Used.

"You already know why I’m here," he said.

"Obviously," she replied. "You want me to fall in love, let down my guard, sync with your little toy and become another puppy in your harem."

"That’s not what I do," he said sharply. "You’re not a conquest. You’re a key."

Zara leaned forward, chin resting on her clasped fingers. "Then prove it."

> [Sync Initiation: Zara Vale — Tier 0 Compatibility Detected]

>

> [Warning: Personality Wall — Success Rate: 9%]

Charles exhaled. "Alright then... let’s play your game."

She smiled faintly, amused.

"I don’t play games, Charles. I invent them."

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Over the next hour, he found himself tested like never before.

Zara threw sharp questions, psychological riddles, hypothetical moral dilemmas. Each one meant to rattle him, confuse him, reveal a weakness.

"If you had to choose between saving the woman you love and saving a hundred strangers, who would you pick?" she asked, circling him like a shark.

"I’d find a third option," he replied.

"There is no third option."

"There’s always a third option. That’s what separates leaders from followers."

She paused, studying him. "Interesting. Next scenario: You discover one of your synced women is planning to betray you. Do you cut her loose or try to save her?"

"I ask myself why she feels the need to betray me in the first place."

"Maybe she’s just evil."

"No one’s just evil. Everyone has a reason."

For every trap, he gave a truth. For every dig, he gave her a mirror. And slowly... her silver eyes flickered.

Then narrowed.

Then widened.

"You’re not lying," she finally said, standing slowly.

He stood too. "No."

Zara circled him, like a panther. "You’re dangerous. But you’re not like the others."

He met her gaze. "Neither are you."

They stood still. The air between them crackled with tension—not just sexual, but something deeper. Recognition.

Then, to his shock—she kissed him.

Cold lips. Sharp hunger. Then heat.

> [SYNC IN PROGRESS — Zara Vale: Tier 0 → Tier 1]

>

> [System Reaction: Personality Clash — Critical Override Detected]

Suddenly, the office shimmered—and shattered.

For a split second, Charles saw something behind Zara’s eyes—a broken mirror, a wounded girl screaming in a padded room. Blood on white walls. A man in a suit walking away. The sound of locks clicking.

Then it vanished.

Zara stumbled back, eyes wide with something Charles had never seen in her before—vulnerability.

"You... saw that?"

Charles nodded, his heart pounding. The vision had been so real, so raw. Her childhood trauma, locked away behind layers of ice and steel.

She didn’t cry.

She didn’t scream.

She just looked at him like no one ever had.

"Then maybe I was wrong about you," she whispered.

> [New Trait Acquired: "Mirror Soul" — Allows MC to glimpse hidden trauma or truth during sync process. Can be used once every 48 hours.]

Charles steadied his breath. He had broken through her first wall, but he could feel there were more. Deeper ones.

"What did you see?" Zara asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"A little girl who learned that love meant pain," he said gently. "And a woman who decided she’d never be hurt again."

Zara’s mask slipped completely for just a moment. "My father," she said. "He said love was weakness. He proved it to me. Every. Single. Day."

Charles stepped closer. "He was wrong."

"Was he?" Her eyes hardened again, but not completely. "Look at what you’re doing. Using connection as power. How is that different?"

"Because I give back what I receive," Charles said. "Your father only took."

The system pulsed again, but this time it felt different. Stronger.

> [System Merge Countdown: 29 Days Remaining]

>

> [Warning: Hostile System Detected — Proximity: 2.3 Miles]

Charles froze. "She’s here."

Zara’s eyes sharpened. "Who?"

"Iris. She’s in the city."

The building’s lights flickered. Then the elevators stopped. Emergency lighting kicked in, bathing everything in red.

Zara moved to her desk, pulling out a sleek tablet. "Building security is offline. Someone’s jamming our systems."

Charles’s phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number:

> "Hello, Charles. Miss me? Come to Central Park. Midnight. Alone. Or I start killing your little pets one by one. —I"

Attached was a photo of Camilla sleeping in his penthouse. The timestamp was from ten minutes ago.

"Shit," Charles breathed.

"What is it?" Zara demanded.

He showed her the message. Her expression went from concern to cold fury in seconds.

"She threatened someone you care about," Zara said. It wasn’t a question.

"She’s trying to force my hand. Get me to face her before I’m ready."

"Are you? Ready?"

Charles looked at the countdown timer still floating in his peripheral vision. Twenty-nine days had seemed like forever. Now it felt like nothing.

"I don’t know," he admitted.

Zara moved closer, her hand finding his. "Then we make sure you are."

The building shuddered. Outside, Charles could see something that made his blood run cold—a dark pulse spreading across the city like a wave. Wherever it touched, lights went out.

"She’s not just threatening me," he realized. "She’s threatening everyone."

> [Emergency Protocol Activated]

>

> [All Active Syncs Under Threat]

>

> [Camilla Vale: Status Unknown]

>

> [Maya Rodriguez: Status Unknown]

>

> [Dr. Sarah Chen: Status Unknown]

The system was feeding him information too fast. Each name that appeared with "Status Unknown" felt like a knife to his chest.

"I have to go," he said, pulling away from Zara.

"No." Her grip tightened. "You have to think. She wants you angry. Desperate. Making mistakes."

"She has Camilla."

"She has leverage. There’s a difference."

The dark pulse was spreading faster now, and Charles could feel his connection to his other syncs weakening. Not breaking, but... muffled. Like Iris was jamming his system.

"Twenty-nine days," he said, more to himself than to Zara.

"What happens in twenty-nine days?"

"One of us dies."

Zara’s eyes blazed. "Then we make sure it’s her."

The building shook again, and this time Charles saw something that made his heart stop. In the reflection of the window, standing behind them, was a figure in black. A woman with familiar eyes.

But when he spun around, no one was there.

"Did you see—" he started.

"I saw," Zara said grimly. "She’s not just in the city. She’s in the building."

The elevator dinged softly. The doors opened.

Empty.

But Charles could smell her perfume. The same scent from that first kiss months ago.

"She’s playing with us," he realized.

"Good," Zara said, her voice turning lethal. "I love games."

> [New Sync Detected: Zara Vale — Tier 1 → Tier 2]

>

> [Special Ability Unlocked: "Predator’s Instinct" — Enhanced combat awareness and tactical planning]

>

> [Warning: System Evolution Imminent — Prepare for Power Surge]

Charles felt the change immediately. His senses sharpened. His connection to Zara deepened. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he could feel the other syncs—distant but alive.

"She made a mistake," he said, understanding flooding through him.

"What?"

"She revealed herself too early. She wanted to scare me, but she showed me something else."

"Which is?"

Charles turned to face the empty elevator, his eyes now glowing with a faint red light.

"She’s not as strong as she pretends to be. If she were, she wouldn’t need games. She’d just take what she wants."

The elevator doors began to close.

Just before they shut completely, a voice echoed from within:

"Oh, Charles. I’m just getting started."

The building went completely dark.

In the darkness, Charles heard Zara’s sharp intake of breath.

"What the hell was that?"

"The real game," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos. "And we’re going to win."

> [System Evolution: 3% Complete]

>

> [Time Remaining: 28 Days, 23 Hours, 47 Minutes]

>

> [Final Warning: The Hunt Begins Now]

Outside, the city screamed.