Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now
Chapter 40: The Lust War

Chapter 40: The Lust War

Charles didn’t sleep.

Not even for a second.

The moon had passed its peak, shadows long and hungry in every corner of the room. Beside him, Zara lay tangled in silk sheets, her body curled up against his like she belonged there. Her thigh rested over his, her hand loosely sprawled across his bare abs, nails still marked red from everything they’d done.

The scent of her lingered—sweat, perfume, sex—but his mind wouldn’t quiet.

Not with that screen hovering in his vision.

> [Warning: Presence Detected. Unknown Eyes Watching.]

[Scanning...]

[Trace Unidentified: 0% match to known threads.]

He’d seen it once. Then again. And again.

He blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Tried to dismiss it.

But it wouldn’t go away.

Not even after hours of lust-fueled distraction. Not even after Zara’s teeth sank into his neck, drawing blood in her frenzy. Not even after the pleasure that had left her breathless and limp beside him.

Someone was watching. Not just watching. Studying him.

The System felt it too.

Charles gently peeled away from her. She murmured, shifted, but didn’t wake. Her body was soft, warm. Vulnerable.

And something cold was watching from the dark.

He pulled on a loose black shirt, not bothering with shoes. The mansion was unnaturally still, as if holding its breath. He stepped into the hallway, moonlight slicing through the slatted windows, stripes of silver across dark floors.

Down the corridor—the old library.

His private chamber.

A place only he could access.

But now... a soft glow pulsed beneath the door.

Like a heartbeat.

His pulse kicked. He moved, every step silent.

His hand brushed the cold brass handle.

One breath.

Then he opened it.

SNAP.

The glow vanished instantly, as if the room had been holding it like a secret.

A gust of icy wind hit him like a slap.

The candles were out.

The massive arched windows were closed—but frost curled on the glass.

He stepped inside. The door shut behind him of its own accord.

> [Lust Sync: Host Aura: Unstable.]

[Warning: You are being observed.]

[Do not engage.]

Charles tensed.

The air felt wrong—warped. He scanned the room. Books untouched. Chairs unmoved.

But something had definitely been here.

His eyes found the large, antique mirror across the far wall.

And froze.

No reflection.

Not just his—but nothing.

The room in the mirror was pitch black.

Then the whisper came.

Low. Female. Impossible.

"You were never the only one chosen."

Charles staggered back, his breath catching.

> [System Override Detected.]

[Intrusion Source: ???]

[Lust Sync initiating Emergency Containment.]

The mirror cracked—long spiderweb lines across the glass.

Then it exploded, shards flying outward—but stopped in mid-air. Suspended. Frozen like time itself had bent.

From that shattered frame, a thick black mist surged out like a living tide. It moved with purpose, coiling, wrapping around his arm, then his throat.

Charles summoned his power. Red-gold aura burst from his skin.

"Back the fuck off!"

The room lit up in molten light, heat roaring outward like a starburst.

But the mist absorbed it. Drank it.

Tendrils slipped deeper, wrapping tight around his lungs. He couldn’t breathe.

> [Err—Sync disconnec—Rebo—-t in—]

His knees buckled.

Then—she appeared.

Not from the mist—but from the corner of the room, as if the shadows themselves had birthed her.

She stepped out like a queen reclaiming her throne.

Pale skin, so pale it nearly shimmered. Silver-white hair that fell down her back like liquid starlight. A tight black dress that hugged her every curve, cut scandalously low in front and slit dangerously high at the thigh.

Her eyes?

Glowing crimson. Not just red—but hungry.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"I’ve waited a long time to meet you, Charles Manson."

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

The mist clutched him like ice-forged chains.

She strolled closer, her hips swaying with lethal grace, and leaned in until her breath teased his lips.

"You think Lust Sync made you special?" she whispered. "You think you’re the only one it gave power to?"

His eyes widened.

She smiled—mocking, sultry, dangerous.

Her hand slid beneath his shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his chest.

"Poor thing. You’re just the prototype."

With a flick of her wrist, the mist dissolved—like smoke blown away by wind.

Charles collapsed to his knees, gasping for air, coughing hard.

The woman just watched, arms folded, head tilted.

"I’m the real chosen one," she said.

> [System Reconnection Success.]

[New Threat Level: Omega Class.]

Charles struggled to his feet. "What the fuck are you?"

She tilted her head. "I’m the one the System threw away when it found someone more... fun."

> [Warning: Identity confirmed.]

[Name: Lilith. Former System Host.]

[Status: Rogue. Unstable. Dangerous.]

Charles felt the truth hit like ice water down his spine.

She was a former host.

Like him.

She stepped forward again, her fingers dancing along his collarbone. "You broke the world open, Charles," she purred. "Every woman who touches you falls. That was my gift first. Now... I want it back."

He slapped her hand away, voice low. "You won’t get it."

She laughed—soft, seductive, cruel.

"You think you get a say?"

And then—her lips were on his.

But this wasn’t a kiss.

It was theft.

Energy drained from him like a flood. His aura dimmed. His arousal ripped from him in waves, the Sync core stuttering as it tried to resist.

Charles gritted his teeth, slammed both hands against her and shoved her back.

She stumbled—but caught herself. Smiled wider. Licked her lips.

"Mmm... rough. Just how I like it."

Rage burned inside him.

Charles summoned everything—his aura surged like an inferno, red-gold lightning crackling around him.

"Touch me again," he growled, "and you die."

Lilith chuckled low, the sound sinful.

"Oh, Charles. I already touched you."

She vanished in a blink—mist curling around where she’d stood.

Charles stood there panting, shirt damp with sweat, muscles twitching.

> [Alert: Rogue Host has siphoned 9% of Lust Sync Core.]

[Rebuilding Protocols Initiated.]

[You are being hunted.]

---

## Next Morning – Mansion Courtyard

Charles stood by the balcony, bare-chested, a cup of untouched coffee cooling in his hand. The morning sun climbed over the city skyline—but its light felt... duller.

His eyes locked on the mirror in the library across the courtyard—now mysteriously repaired, yet humming with silent power.

Zara padded out to join him, draped in his silk robe, curves swaying, hair messy from sleep. She wrapped her arms around his side and nuzzled into him.

"Rough night?" she teased.

He didn’t answer.

Zara blinked. "Charles?"

He finally looked at her, eyes bloodshot and hollow.

"We’re not alone."

Zara stiffened. "What do you mean?"

He stared at her. "Someone stronger than me. Stronger than the System."

Her pupils widened. "Who?"

"Lilith."

She took a step back. "The Lilith? As in... First Temptress? The one from myths?"

"She’s real," Charles said.

Zara’s face went pale.

"She was the System’s first host," Charles continued. "And now... she wants it back."

Zara’s hands tightened around his wrist. "What does that mean for us?"

He looked at her, voice low.

"It means she’ll come for you. For all of you. One by one."

His phone buzzed. A text from Maya: *"Something’s wrong. I can’t feel the connection anymore. It’s like... it’s fading."*

Another buzz. This time from Sophia: *"Charles, I need to see you. Now. Something happened last night."*

Then Elena: *"The others are calling. They’re all saying the same thing. We’re losing it."*

Charles’s blood ran cold. The System interface flickered to life.

> [Alert: Multiple Sync Bonds experiencing destabilization.]

[Cause: External interference.]

[Recommendation: Immediate host intervention required.]

"They’re already starting," he muttered.

Zara’s grip tightened. "What do you mean?"

"She’s severing the connections. The bonds I’ve built with every woman I’ve touched—she’s breaking them."

"But how?"

Before he could answer, the air around them shimmered. The temperature dropped twenty degrees in an instant.

Lilith materialized on the balcony railing, crouched like a predator, silver hair cascading around her shoulders. She’d changed—now wearing a blood-red corset that pushed her breasts up obscenely, paired with leather pants so tight they looked painted on.

"Morning, darling," she purred, eyes locked on Charles. "Sleep well?"

Zara gasped, stumbling backward.

"Oh, and you must be Zara," Lilith continued, her gaze sliding over to the trembling woman. "The little lapdog who thinks she owns him."

"Charles," Zara whispered.

"Run," he said without looking at her. "Now."

"But—"

"NOW!"

Zara fled into the mansion.

Lilith laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "How noble. Protecting the sheep from the wolf."

"What do you want?" Charles demanded.

"I told you. I want my power back." She stood gracefully on the narrow railing, perfectly balanced. "But I’ve decided to have some fun first."

She snapped her fingers.

Instantly, Charles’s phone exploded with notifications. Text after text, call after call. His heart hammered as he read them.

Maya: *"I can’t stop thinking about someone else. A woman. She’s in my head."*

Sophia: *"Charles, help me. There’s someone here. She’s... she’s making me feel things."*

Elena: *"I’m scared. I don’t know what’s happening to me."*

More messages flooded in. Dozens of women he’d been with, all reporting the same thing.

A woman. In their heads. In their beds. In their dreams.

"You’re not just breaking the bonds," Charles realized. "You’re stealing them."

"Clever boy." Lilith’s smile was razor-sharp. "Every woman you’ve touched, every heart you’ve claimed—I’m claiming them for myself. And unlike you, I don’t need to seduce them first."

She gestured, and the air shimmered. Suddenly, holographic images appeared around them—dozens of women, all in various states of undress, all with the same glazed, lust-drunk expression.

All of them moaning one name.

"Lilith."

"My collection is growing beautifully," she said, admiring her work. "By tomorrow, every woman in your little harem will be mine. And then..." Her eyes glowed brighter. "Then I’ll have enough power to take the System itself."

Charles’s aura flared. "Like hell you will."

"Oh, but I will." She leaped down from the railing, landing silently. "You see, the System made one crucial error when it chose you over me."

"What’s that?"

"It thought you were stronger."

She moved faster than his eyes could track. One moment she was ten feet away, the next she was pressed against him, her body molding to his, her lips at his ear.

"But strength isn’t everything, Charles. Sometimes, it’s about who wants it more."

Her hand slid down his chest, lower, cupping him through his pants.

"And I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time."

Energy began to drain from him again, but this time it was different. Not just power—but memories. Experiences. Every moment of pleasure he’d ever given or received.

"Stop," he gasped.

"Make me."

He tried to push her away, but his strength was fading. She was drinking him dry, stealing not just his power but his very essence.

Then—

> [Emergency Protocol Activated.]

[Initiating Last Resort Defense.]

[Warning: This will drain 50% of remaining power.]

A blinding flash of light erupted from Charles’s body. Lilith shrieked and flew backward, crashing into the glass doors of the mansion.

She picked herself up, snarling, her perfect facade cracking to reveal something ancient and terrible underneath.

"You’ll regret that," she hissed.

The air around her began to ripple and tear, like reality itself was coming apart.

"You want to play rough? Fine. Let’s play."

She raised her hand, and Charles felt it—every woman he’d ever been with, crying out in unison. Not in pleasure, but in pain.

"Every second you resist me," Lilith said, "they suffer. And when they break—completely and utterly—they’ll be mine forever."

---

## That Night – Downtown Rooftop

Lilith stood barefoot on the edge of a skyscraper rooftop, wind whipping her silver hair like a storm goddess.

Behind her, a girl knelt. Naked. Eyes glowing violet. Lips parted in ecstasy and fear.

Maya.

Her star student. Her first conquest.

"Another one down," Lilith murmured, stroking Maya’s hair like a pet.

She looked over the city, counting the lights in her head. Each one represented a woman she’d claimed, a connection she’d severed from Charles.

Thirty-seven so far.

And she was just getting started.

"Soon, Charles. I’ll strip every woman you’ve ever touched... until there’s nothing left."

Her voice dropped, softer than the wind.

"And when your heart finally breaks, I’ll be the only thing you have left."

Her laughter echoed across the skyline.

Maya whimpered, and Lilith’s attention returned to her.

"Shh," she whispered. "It’s almost over. Just a little more pain, and then you’ll never have to think about him again."

She leaned down, her lips brushing Maya’s ear.

"Tell me where he keeps the others."

"The... the safe house," Maya gasped. "Upstate. He... he moves the important ones there when there’s danger."

"Good girl." Lilith’s smile was predatory. "And who’s there now?"

"Elena. Sophia. The twins. A few others."

"Perfect."

---

## Back at the Mansion – Midnight

Charles stood at the center of his training chamber, shirtless again, his skin glowing faintly under the flickering lights. Around him—screens, relics, sigils. All active. All scanning.

The System flickered to life.

> [System Emergency Override: Priority Protocol Initiated.]

[You have unlocked Forbidden Questline: "The Lust War."]

[Your next target is Lilith.]

[Failure means permanent desynchronization.]

[Failure means loss of all linked companions.]

[Failure means death.]

A heavy silence.

Then the final line came.

> [Fail... and you lose everything.]

Charles clenched his fists. The weight of it all—every woman he’d claimed, every life he’d touched—pressed down on him like a mountain.

He’d built an empire of desire, and now it was crumbling.

His phone buzzed. A video message from an unknown number.

He opened it.

Maya’s face filled the screen, but her eyes were wrong. Glowing violet, empty of recognition.

"Hello, Charles," she said in a voice that wasn’t quite her own. "I have a message for you."

The camera pulled back, revealing dozens of women. All of them naked, all of them kneeling, all of them staring at the camera with those same empty, violet eyes.

Women he’d loved. Women he’d protected. Women he’d promised to keep safe.

"Your time is up," they said in unison. "Come to us willingly, or we will take what’s left of you by force."

The video cut to black.

Then—

Every light in the mansion snapped off.

Darkness swallowed the room.

A child’s giggle echoed from the shadows. Wrong. Twisted.

A pair of red eyes opened in the darkness.

Not Lilith’s eyes.

These were different. Younger. More playful.

More dangerous.

Charles spun around, but there was nothing there.

Another giggle, this time from behind him.

He whipped around again.

Nothing.

Then—a whisper, right in his ear.

"Did you really think it was just the two of you?"

The voice was young, maybe sixteen, but with an edge that spoke of centuries of malice.

"Lilith was the first," the voice continued. "But she wasn’t the last. The System... it’s had so many hosts over the years. So many failures."

A shape began to form in the darkness—small, petite, with long black hair and pale skin. She wore a school uniform, but it was wrong somehow. Too short, too tight, designed to seduce rather than educate.

"I’m Nyx," she said, her voice sweet and innocent. "I was the System’s host before Lilith. Back when it was still experimenting with... younger subjects."

Charles’s blood ran cold.

"You’re just a child."

"I was." Her smile was full of teeth. "A very long time ago. But I’ve had centuries to grow... experienced."

She took a step closer, and Charles could see the hunger in her eyes. Not just for power, but for something darker.

"Lilith wants your power," Nyx continued. "But I want something else."

"What?"

"I want to break you. Completely. Utterly. I want to watch you suffer as I did when the System cast me aside."

The room began to change around them. The walls dissolved, replaced by something that looked like a child’s bedroom—but wrong. Dolls hung from the ceiling by their necks. Teddy bears sat in corners with their eyes gouged out. The bed was covered in blood-stained sheets.

"This is where I died," Nyx said conversationally. "Where the System’s experiments went too far. Where my innocence was burned away, piece by piece."

Charles tried to move, but his feet were frozen to the floor.

"Don’t worry," Nyx said. "I won’t kill you. That would be too easy. Instead, I’m going to do to you what the System did to me."

She raised her hand, and Charles felt it—every woman he’d ever been with, every moment of pleasure he’d ever experienced, being twisted into something dark and painful.

"I’m going to corrupt every good memory you have," she whispered. "Every moment of love, every touch of tenderness—I’ll turn it all into agony."

The System interface flickered desperately.

> [WARNING: Multiple host interference detected.]

[Nyx: Former Host #003, Age at bonding: 14]

[Lilith: Former Host #007, Age at bonding: 23]

[Unknown Host #012: Status... ERROR]

[Unknown Host #019: Status... ERROR]

[Total active rogue hosts: CALCULATING...]

Charles’s heart stopped.

How many were there?

"Oh, Charles," Nyx giggled. "You thought you were special. You thought you were the only one who could handle the System’s power."

Her form began to shift, growing taller, more mature, more dangerous.

"But you’re not the first. You’re not even the tenth. You’re just the latest in a long line of toys the System has played with and discarded."

The room shook. The walls cracked. Reality itself seemed to be breaking down.

"And now," Nyx said, her voice deepening, becoming something inhuman, "it’s time for you to join us."

The darkness surged forward, and Charles felt himself falling into an abyss of corrupted memories and twisted desire.

Just before he lost consciousness, he heard one more voice—older, more refined, speaking with the authority of ages.

"The Council of the Fallen calls you home, Charles Manson. Your reign is over."

And then—

Nothing.

But in that nothing, he heard something that chilled him to the bone.

Laughter.

Not from one voice, but from dozens.

All female.

All hungry.

All coming for him.

> [SYSTEM FAILURE]

[HOST SYNC: 0%]

[ESTIMATED TIME TO COMPLETE DISSOLUTION: 72 HOURS]

[GOODBYE, CHARLES.]

The last thing he saw before everything went black was a new interface—one he’d never seen before.

Ancient. Powerful. Terrifying.

> [THE FIRST SYSTEM ACTIVATED]

[WELCOME TO THE ORIGIN PROTOCOL]

[INITIATING JUDGMENT SEQUENCE]

[PREPARING FOR... HARVEST]