Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now-Chapter 32: The Pleasure Gamble

The suite Charles entered dripped with gold, velvet, and heat. It wasn’t just rich—it was sinful. Crimson curtains hung like secrets waiting to be drawn. The lights dimmed to an amber glow, and a slow jazz rhythm hummed from hidden speakers, like the whole room was breathing in anticipation.

Standing by the bar was her.

Vivienne.

She wasn’t just another girl drawn to his Lust Sync aura—she was different. Her legs were crossed like a queen deciding if her prey was worth eating. A thigh-high slit in her black satin dress exposed just enough to distract, while her half-lidded eyes locked with his, unafraid. She twirled her glass, then raised it slightly in his direction.

"Charles," she purred. "You finally came."

He moved closer, the heat between them thick enough to touch. "You called. I couldn’t say no."

Vivienne smirked. "No, you couldn’t. Not to me."

Lust Sync pulsed faintly in his mind:

> [Target: Vivienne]

Will Resistance: 84%

Attraction Level: 70% (Rising...)

Unknown Trait: Hidden Affinity Trigger

Hidden affinity? That was new. And dangerous.

She stepped forward, each heel-click echoing like a countdown. Then she circled him, trailing her fingers down his chest. "I’ve been watching you. You move through women like smoke... but none of them ever get here." She gestured to the room. "Why me?"

Charles chuckled. "You’re not scared of me."

"I’m not scared of power," she whispered, lips brushing his ear.

Suddenly, her nails scraped down his back—playfully, but sharp enough to make him inhale. It wasn’t just about seduction. Vivienne was testing him. Tempting him. Teasing out control.

"Most girls fall in seconds," Charles said, brushing her hair back. "You? You’re playing a longer game."

"I like my prey... slow roasted."

He could’ve kissed her. Hell, he wanted to. But Lust Sync buzzed again—this time with urgency.

> System Alert: Vivienne possesses Dual Affinity

Class: Incubatrix Vessel

Potential Threat Detected – Proceed with Caution

His jaw tightened.

She noticed. "What is it?" she asked, voice innocent, but her eyes razor-sharp.

"Nothing," he said. "Just realizing I’m not the only one who plays games."

She smiled. "Then let’s play one."

With a clap, the room shifted—walls turning to velvet-red panels, lighting dipping to seductive red. The bar folded into the wall, revealing a casino table. Cards. Dice. Chips.

"What is this?" Charles asked.

"A pleasure gamble," she said. "Simple rules. We wager secrets, dares... maybe even control. Winner takes whatever they want."

Lust Sync buzzed again:

> Mini-Event Activated: Temptation Table

Reward: Passive Control Skill Upgrade

Penalty: System Lockout for 24 Hours (No Sync Allowed)

If he lost, Lust Sync would shut down? That wasn’t just risky—it was suicidal with how many enemies he was stacking lately.

But if he won...

Charles sat, eyes sharp. "Deal."

Vivienne dealt the cards with skilled hands, eyes never leaving his. Her cleavage teased with each lean forward, her scent thick with roses and danger.

"First round," she said. "Truth or dare."

"Truth," Charles said.

"What’s your real desire? Not what Lust Sync gives you. The thing that keeps you up at night."

He paused. For a moment, the noise dimmed. The masks cracked.

"Control," he said. "Not just over others. Over everything. My fate, this system, the world."

Vivienne’s smile grew wider. "Then we want the same thing."

His heart skipped.

She won the round. Barely. The cards gave her the edge, and she leaned forward, finger tracing his chest. "Dare," she said.

He leaned in. "I dare you to take off that mask."

Vivienne blinked once. Then she laughed—low, dark, and rich. "So it’s true," she said. "You can sense it."

Her form shimmered.

For half a second, the illusion faded. He saw horns, curling black like obsidian. Eyes, glowing with silver hunger. A tail flicked behind her—then vanished just as quickly. It wasn’t Lust Sync’s illusion. It was hers.

"You’re not human," he muttered.

"And neither are you anymore," she replied, her lips brushing his. "That system? It’s rewriting you. Bit by bit. Making you a god of lust. But what happens when it wants something you don’t?"

Charles froze.

She leaned back and placed a single chip in the center of the table.

"Final round," she whispered. "Winner takes control."

"What’s the wager?"

She smiled wickedly. "Me. Or your system."

The room fell silent.

> Lust Sync Duel Activated

Time Limit: 5 Minutes

Stakes: Control Override – Win and gain Vivienne’s loyalty + new power. Lose and system will forcibly obey her for 24 hours.

Charles had no choice. He slid his chip forward. "Deal."

They played.

Every card turn was fire.

Every glance was war.

Vivienne moved like a queen—never rattled, never breaking eye contact. But Charles knew the game now. Not just poker. Not just seduction. This was will versus will. Lust Sync surged in him, not just analyzing—but enhancing.

> Synced Trait Detected: "Desire Pressure"

Bonus Skill Unlocked: Dominance Pulse

Effect: Temporarily forces enemy attraction into submission (Duration: 30 seconds)

With the final draw, he activated it.

Vivienne shuddered. Her eyes flared. Her body trembled—not in fear, but need. Her breath hitched, hands pausing mid-turn.

"You... you cheated," she whispered.

"No," he said. "I just finally stopped holding back."

His hand won.

Flush of hearts.

Vivienne collapsed back into the velvet seat, legs parted slightly, pupils dilated. The control broke, and Lust Sync pulsed.

> Victory

Vivienne: Synced (Stage 1)

Trait Acquired: Incubatrix Resonance

🩶 Passive Unlocked: Aura Drain (Weakens nearby enemies when aroused)

But Charles didn’t move to claim her.

He stood, looking down. "You tried to turn my own system against me."

Vivienne smirked, still breathless. "I wanted to see if you were strong enough."

He turned away, but not before her final whisper followed him like smoke.

"Careful, Charles. The system was designed to tempt you. One day... it will win."

As the door shut behind him, Lust Sync buzzed again—but this time, the voice wasn’t neutral.

It was female.

And it was laughing.

> "You enjoyed that, didn’t you?"

"You’re learning to dominate... just like I want."

Charles froze.

What the hell was happening to Lust Sync?

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