His heart thudded faster—not just from confusion, but something primal. Something deep.
He tried to sit up more, groaning a little, and the movement stirred her awake.
The woman opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, and the moment her gaze fell on him, they widened with surprise—and relief.
"Auren…!" she breathed, and instantly reached out to hold his hand. "You're awake… Thank the stars, you're awake!"
Auren flinched slightly at the name.
That was his name. But the way she said it—her Auren—made something inside him twist.
"I… where am I?" he asked, voice rough and uncertain.
She looked at him with a strange mixture of joy and tears in her eyes. "You're home, sweetheart. You're safe now. You fell… from the rooftop four days ago. Hit your head hard. You've been unconscious ever since…"
Auren's eyebrows knitted together.
Fell? Rooftop? Four days?
He stared at her, trying to process it all. His mind spun. Part of him still remembered the truck—the blinding lights. The moment of death. And before that… Elira… the vial… the Lust Potion…
But now, this?
She squeezed his hand gently. "You don't remember anything?" she asked softly.
"I… I don't know," he said honestly, trying not to stare at her breasts as they shifted beneath her blouse. "I don't even know who you are…"
A shadow of pain crossed her face, but she forced a smile. "I'm your stepmother, darling. Selene. You've been living here with me ever since your father passed. It's just been the two of us for a while now."
Auren's breath caught.
Stepmother…? Selene…?
He blinked, trying to understand. The memory of the Seraph returned—offering him a new life. A second chance. This… must be it. This must be the world he was reborn into. The Auren she was talking about—he had taken over that body.
But fate… fate had a cruel sense of humor.
And this woman—this stunning, voluptuous woman—was now his stepmother?
He looked at her again. Her eyes were kind, but weary. Her skin glowed in the sunlight. Her lips were full, her curves mature and inviting. And now, as he stared at her up close, the scent of herbs and soap drifted from her clothes. She was real. Warm. Caring.
She noticed the way he looked at her and smiled gently, brushing a hand over his hair. "You still have a little fever. Don't move too much, alright? Just rest. I'll get you some soup in a bit."
She stood slowly, her blouse lifting slightly as she did. Auren's eyes couldn't help but follow.
He swallowed hard.
But something… changed.
The moment the door shut behind her, a sudden surge of heat rippled through Auren's spine. He arched his back, his fingers clenching the bedsheets as if struck by lightning. But it wasn't pain—it was awakening.
> [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
"Due to divine error, the soul has now synchronized with the host body."
"Mind Control Subsystem: UNLOCKED."
"You have received the core mental abilities: Mental Bind, Desire Twist, Obedience Seal, and Pleasure Domination."
Auren's eyes widened. Words—no, knowledge—began flooding into his mind as if a library of forbidden desires had been poured into his brain. He could feel the powers now, humming just beneath his skin, like living serpents of lust and control.
---
❖ Mental Bind
With a single thought, he could latch onto a target's mind—freezing them in place, unable to move or resist his gaze. A simple command could leave them paralyzed, mentally shackled to his will.
❖ Desire Twist
This power allowed him to alter emotions subtly, redirecting lust, longing, or affection toward himself. He could tweak memories, intensify obsession, or create devotion where there was none.
❖ Obedience Seal
Once placed, this invisible mark bound the victim to his voice. With every command, their resistance lowered. If they disobeyed, a gentle pulse of discomfort surged through their mind… or pleasure, depending on what Auren chose.
❖ Pleasure Domination
The most dangerous of all. This ability turned pleasure into a weapon. Every touch, every word laced with it could erode resistance, break down mental defenses, and turn enemies into eager servants.
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Auren gasped, gripping his head as images danced in his mind—images of possibilities. Servants bowing at his feet, nobles bending their will, women shivering under his touch and whispering his name like a prayer.
It wasn't a curse.
It was a gift.
A second chance.
He stood up, slowly walking toward the mirror. The boy who died a virgin in his past life was no more. The man in the mirror had glowing silver irises for a moment—a signal of divine interference. A grin formed on his lips.
> "So this is the world I've been reborn into…" he murmured. "A world where I can shape reality with nothing but my will…"
Then the thought of Selene returned to his mind. Her soft voice, her commanding presence. he had looked at her with guilt and distance, never daring to cross a line. But now, everything felt different. He could still smell her lingering essence in the room.
His fingers twitched.
> "Mental Bind…" he whispered, his eyes glowing briefly. He turned toward the door she had exited.
No.
Not yet.
He would master this gift first. Grow stronger. Test it. Refine it.
But one day… every woman, every queen, every goddess of this world would kneel before the God of Lust.
And it all started the moment Selene left the room.
---
The day passed slowly.
Auren sat in the manor's private study—an old room with tall bookshelves and a broken chandelier that hadn't been cleaned in years. Dust hovered in the golden light filtering through the curtains. He needed silence. Focus. Space to think.
The power within him still whispered, almost seductively. It wasn't just a tool. It was alive. It responded to his desire.
And his desires were no longer pure.
He remembered his past life—thirty years of being overlooked, ignored, untouched. Dying as a forgotten man, mocked for being a virgin even in the afterlife. Women never looked at him the way they should have. Not with hunger. Not with obedience.
But here? In this world?
He would never be powerless again.
The door creaked open.
"Master Auren?" a soft voice called.