Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now
Chapter 39: Lust Sync: Phase II - The Awakening

Chapter 39: Lust Sync: Phase II - The Awakening

Charles didn’t sleep that night.

Even as two women lay passed out in his bed—one curled against his chest, the other clinging to his arm like he’d disappear—his mind wasn’t resting.

Not after what just happened.

Not after that message.

> "Tier Upgrade: Lust Sync has entered Phase II. System Integration: 43%. New abilities unlocked."

The words had burned into his vision, then vanished.

Now, even in the quiet, he felt it—his senses were sharper, more... attuned. He could hear Ava’s heartbeat even while she slept. He could feel the warmth of Fiona’s thighs, draped across his legs. The pulse of blood through their veins created a symphony that made his skin tingle with awareness.

And the strangest part?

He could smell her.

Not either of the women in his bed.

Her.

The woman from the alley. The mysterious one with the violet eyes and the leather whip.

The one who vanished after kissing him and whispering, "Let’s see if you survive the next phase."

Her scent was still on his neck. Faintly floral... and dangerously addictive. Like jasmine mixed with something darker, more primal. Something that made his blood sing with need even hours later.

Charles slipped out of bed quietly. Neither Ava nor Fiona stirred. The sheets rustled, a hint of sweat and perfume in the air, but he ignored the temptation. His erection twitched slightly—residual arousal from last night’s chaos—but he pushed it aside.

He had questions.

Too many.

He needed answers.

He stepped into the hall, then into his private bathroom. Cold water splashed on his face. He gripped the sink, breathing heavily. The mirror showed a different man now.

Sharper jawline.

Eyes glowing faintly crimson.

Lips still bruised from kisses.

But there was something else in his reflection now. Something that hadn’t been there before. A darkness. A hunger that seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat.

Lust Sync Phase II.

"What the hell did I just unlock?" Charles muttered.

The mirror shimmered. Not physically—but something inside him responded. Energy crackled along his spine like electricity finding ground.

> [Skill Unlocked: Soul Threading]

> You can now pull hidden desires to the surface. Beware—some threads can’t be untangled without consequences.

Charles blinked. That wasn’t just about seduction anymore. That was control. Emotional. Physical. Maybe even spiritual. The power thrummed through him, making his fingertips tingle with possibility.

His phone buzzed.

He picked it up.

Unknown Number:

> "She’s watching you. Don’t trust the one who says she loves you first."

His blood ran cold. The message came with no caller ID, no timestamp. As if it had materialized from thin air.

Then a knock.

He turned.

Another.

This one louder.

Then came a voice—sweet, melodic, and completely unfamiliar.

"I saw what you did, Charles."

He opened the door.

Standing there was a woman wrapped in a trench coat. Pale skin like moonlight. Raven-black hair in waves down her shoulders. Her lips were a perfect shade of scarlet, as if she’d just fed on something forbidden.

And her eyes—icy blue, with a hunger he instantly recognized.

"You smell like power," she whispered, stepping inside uninvited. "And something else. Her."

"Who the hell are you?" Charles asked, his voice rougher than intended.

The woman let her coat slip from her shoulders.

Nothing underneath.

Charles stared. Her body was sculpted like a goddess carved from marble—perfect curves, flawless skin that seemed to glow with its own inner light. But it wasn’t just physical. His system reacted to her presence like a tuning fork struck by lightning.

> [Warning: High-level Libido Aura Detected. Caution Advised.]

She walked past him casually, completely nude, fingers tracing his bathroom sink with deliberate slowness.

"You’ll call me Liora. I’m here to test your... limits."

Then, she turned to him, and the air snapped with pressure. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.

"I’m the first Enforcer sent by the Council of Sync. And you’ve advanced too quickly."

Charles’s throat tightened. "Council of what now?"

Liora smirked, the expression predatory. "You didn’t think you were the only one, did you? Lust Sync isn’t some gift that fell from heaven, Charles. It’s been cultivated for centuries. Refined. Controlled."

She took a step closer. The scent rolling off her was intoxicating—vanilla and smoke, with something darker underneath. "You’re breaking the natural progression. Most users take years to reach Phase II. You did it in weeks."

Charles backed up, but her body was already pressing to his. Skin to skin. Heat and electricity.

He was hard instantly. She grinned, feeling it press against her stomach.

Her hands slid down his abs, nails leaving faint red trails.

"I could kill you here," she whispered, breath hot against his ear. "Or I could mark you. Bind you to the Council before you become too dangerous."

Then she kissed him.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tender.

It was brutal. Hot. Dominating.

Charles moaned into her mouth as energy exploded between them. His hands grabbed her waist, his body responding without thought. Power flowed between them like a circuit completing itself.

She pushed him to the counter, kissing harder, biting his lip until he tasted copper.

> [Skill Clash Detected.]

> [Sync Overload: 47%... 63%... 79%...]

Liora gasped, pulling back. "You’re syncing with me?! That’s impossible. I have mental barriers—"

Charles’s eyes burned crimson. Power surged through him, more intense than anything he’d felt before.

His hand slid between her thighs, and she trembled. Her barriers were crumbling.

Now he was the one taking control.

His voice deepened, resonating with newfound authority. "Then test me."

They crashed into the shower, water spraying down their bodies, mixing with heat and tension. Steam filled the air like fog.

Moans echoed in the tile room.

Her legs wrapped around his waist.

They moved like animals, primal and desperate.

He pinned her against the wall. She scratched his back, leaving marks that would scar. The water turned pink as it swirled down the drain.

The system hummed in his mind, information flowing like data through fiber optic cables.

> [Soul Threading Engaged.]

> Liora’s secret unlocked: She’s not here to kill you. She’s here to bind you to the council. But there’s more—she’s afraid of what you’re becoming.

Charles froze mid-thrust.

"You’re lying," he said, voice cutting through the steam.

Liora panted beneath him, dazed, her lips red and swollen. "I never said I was here to kill you, Charles. But you needed to be tested. You passed."

Her eyes flickered with something that might have been fear. Or respect.

Suddenly, her nails dug into his neck. Deep enough to draw blood.

And then—she was gone.

Vanished.

Not even her scent remained. Only the faint taste of copper in his mouth and the sting of scratches on his back.

Charles staggered back. His legs were shaking. His head throbbed with residual energy. The shower wall showed no evidence she’d ever been there.

What just happened?

The water still ran. Steam swirled around him. His body ached, not just from sex, but from something deeper—a tether being yanked. Something fundamental had changed.

He stepped out, towel wrapped around his waist, and headed straight to his room. Ava was awake now. Sitting on the edge of the bed, arms folded under her breasts, face unreadable.

Fiona was still asleep, but her breathing had changed. Shallower. Like she was listening.

"Where were you?" Ava asked.

Charles hesitated. "I... handled something."

Ava stood. Walked up to him with the fluid grace of a predator. Her fingers brushed his chest, tracing the fresh scratches. She leaned in—and sniffed.

"You smell like another woman," she said quietly. "One I don’t recognize."

Charles tensed. "Ava—"

She slapped him.

Hard.

But what came next stunned him more.

Her eyes turned gold. Not just flecks of gold like before. Pure, molten gold that seemed to swirl with their own light.

"You think I don’t know what you’re doing, Charles?" she said. Her voice—wasn’t hers anymore. It echoed with harmonics that made his bones vibrate. Like something ancient was speaking through her. "You think I’ve been sleeping through your little adventures?"

Then she smiled.

Cold. Vicious. Beautiful and terrifying.

"You’re not the only one syncing."

Behind her, Fiona sat up in bed. Her eyes were no longer brown.

They were silver.

"We’ve been watching," Fiona said, her voice carrying the same otherworldly resonance. "Waiting for you to reach the threshold."

Charles backed toward the window. "What the hell—"

The window exploded.

Glass shards hung in the air like frozen raindrops, suspended by invisible force.

A third woman stood outside the fifth-floor window, floating as if gravity were merely a suggestion. Her hair was silver-white, flowing around her like she was underwater. Her eyes glowed with starlight.

She raised a single hand, and the air itself seemed to solidify.

> [System Alert: Domain Lock Engaged. Escape Impossible.]

> [Multiple Sync Signatures Detected.]

> [WARNING: Phase III Entities Present.]

Charles’s vision blurred as Ava’s body lit up with golden flame. The fire didn’t burn—it sang. Harmonics that made his teeth ache and his soul resonate.

Fiona rose from the bed, her skin taking on a metallic sheen. When she moved, reality seemed to bend around her.

The silver-haired woman outside pointed directly at him, her finger trailing light through the air.

"Charles Morrison," she said, her voice carrying impossible authority. "You are now summoned to the Court of Sync. By order of the Triumvirate."

"The what?" Charles managed.

"The three who came before," Ava said, her golden eyes boring into him. "The first to master the system. The first to transcend."

"We are their voices," Fiona added. "Their instruments."

The floating woman smiled. "And you, Charles, are the first anomaly in three hundred years. The first to sync without permission. Without guidance. Without control."

The room began to spin. Or maybe Charles was spinning. The boundaries between up and down, real and unreal, began to blur.

"What do you want?" he gasped.

"To see if you’re the key," the silver-haired woman said. "Or the lock."

Power erupted from all three women simultaneously. Golden fire, silver metal, and starlight converged on him.

Charles screamed as his system overloaded.

> [SYSTEM CRITICAL ERROR]

> [PHASE III FORCED ACTIVATION]

> [SYNC RATE: 100%... 150%... 200%...]

The last thing he saw was his reflection in the broken window—his eyes no longer crimson, but swirling with colors that had no names.

Then—

Everything went black.

But in the darkness, he could still hear them talking.

"Is he ready?" Ava’s voice, but not Ava.

"He’ll have to be," Fiona’s voice, but not Fiona.

"The Convergence is coming," the silver-haired woman. "And he’s our only hope of surviving it."

Their voices faded, but one final message burned across his consciousness:

> [Phase III Activated: God Mode Unlocked]

> [WARNING: Mortality Protocols Disabled]

> [Welcome to the true game, Charles Morrison]

And somewhere in the darkness, Charles felt something that terrified him more than anything else.

He was smiling.