Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now
Chapter 29: Seraph’s Invitation

Chapter 29: Seraph’s Invitation

Rain splattered the high glass windows of the tower, blurring Arkvale’s skyline into a mess of lights and shadows. Charles stood alone at the top of the sync tower, the place where it all nearly ended. His reflection in the dark glass no longer looked entirely human.

The system had quieted for now. Omega’s presence was gone, absorbed into him like a memory wrapped in smoke.

But peace wasn’t peace.

> [Alert: Foreign Sync Signature – Global Access Breach] [Codename: Seraph. Classification: Unknown] [Status: Interference Detected in Core Memory Sector 0.]

Sector 0.

His origin file.

The system pulsed again, as if nervous.

Maya’s voice echoed through his comms. "Charles, you need to see this. Come down. Now."

He turned.

Then vanished.

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Scene: Tower Control Room

The room was alive with screens flickering in chaotic code, red overlays pulsing with warning. Mia sat curled in a chair nearby, still recovering, eyes dark with worry. Maya was at the main terminal, her fingers flying over the keys.

"Eliza left before I woke up," Mia murmured. "No note. Just gone."

"She left you this," Maya said, sliding over a sleek data shard. "Encrypted to your signature."

Charles inserted it into the system.

Eliza’s voice emerged in a recorded message:

> "Charles, if you’re hearing this, Seraph has returned. She was the original failsafe—the true correction protocol. We buried her code years ago. But someone woke her up."

> "She was the first prototype before you. And she knows the truth about what Lust Sync was really built for."

> "She’ll come for you. And when she does, you’ll have to decide if you’re the system’s ruler..."

> "Or its final error."

The recording cut.

Mia’s lips parted. "She’s a woman?"

Charles nodded slowly. "Not just that. She’s more than a user. More than Omega."

Maya’s brow creased. "She’s a god-tier anomaly."

> [Incoming Direct Sync Signal – Origin Masked]

> [Message Playing...]

The screens all went black for a moment.

Then a soft, female voice echoed—syrupy, smooth, and terrifyingly calm.

> "Charles Manson."

> "You wear the crown, but your throne is cracked."

> "Would you like to know how many girls you’ve broken since activating Lust Sync?"

The screen flickered.

An image appeared—Mia, unconscious. Then Olivia, curled in sleep. Then a dozen faces more. Some he remembered.

Some he didn’t.

> "Lust isn’t control. Lust is exposure. And now everyone sees who you really are."

> "I’m coming for you."

> "But first... let me send you a gift."

The message ended.

Then all power cut out.

Total darkness.

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Scene: Charles’s Apartment – One Hour Later

They regrouped in Charles’s high-rise safehouse. Mia clung to his arm, unsettled. Maya paced. Rain pounded against the balcony windows, the city lights flickering in and out like a dying pulse.

He stared at the system interface hovering above his wrist.

"Who the hell is Seraph?"

> [Memory Restriction Detected – Core User Access Denied.] [Override Failed.]

He growled. "Then we find her manually."

Maya crossed her arms. "There’s one place we haven’t looked."

Charles raised an eyebrow.

"The Pleasure Net."

He blinked. "The underground Lust Sync market?"

She nodded. "It runs on black-code threads. Off-grid. That’s where the early devs used to hide experiments."

"And Seraph?"

Maya hesitated.

"She used to run it."

---

Scene: Pleasure Net Access Zone – Midnight

The neon lights flashed in waves of crimson and gold. The Pleasure Net wasn’t a real place—it was a digital hallucination, hosted in the minds of sync users through neuro-feed overlays.

But here, everything felt real.

Maya linked their sync connections. "This’ll mask our user ID. Don’t drop out. If we get flagged, we’re gone."

The interface blurred.

Then they were inside.

A city of pleasure, sex, addiction, and fantasy unfolded beneath them. Skyscrapers pulsed like veins. Holograms danced on rooftops. Naked figures moved in and out of shadows, locked in scenes of eternal, synthetic ecstasy.

Charles ignored them.

He wasn’t here to play.

He was here to hunt.

A masked woman appeared in front of him, clad in violet silk and silver skin tattoos. Her eyes glowed with code.

"You seek the Mother?" she asked.

Charles’s breath caught. "Seraph?"

The woman smiled. "Her mirror."

He stepped forward. "I need to talk to her."

The mirror’s face flickered, shifting into different women’s faces. All beautiful. All familiar.

All past conquests.

"You’ve already met her," the woman said softly. "She’s the sum of every woman you touched but never truly saw."

He froze.

"What do you mean?"

"She’s born from the system’s wounds. And your sins."

The Pleasure Net shattered like glass.

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Scene: Abandoned Church, Real World

Charles blinked awake—gasping.

They were no longer in the simulation.

They were standing in an old, candle-lit cathedral on the edge of Arkvale. Real. Cold.

At the far end of the hall stood a woman.

Tall. Pale. Silver-white hair flowing like moonlight. Dressed in dark lace. Her eyes? Black with violet rings.

Seraph.

Charles recognized her instantly.

Not from memory.

From his nightmares.

> [Sync Attempt Detected.] [Warning: User Class Exceeds Tier Cap.]

Seraph smiled slowly. "Finally. The puppet arrives without his strings."

Mia shivered, clutching his coat. "Charles, she’s... not human."

Seraph stepped down the aisle, heels clicking like a metronome of death.

"I was Lust Sync’s first test," she said. "The developers wanted to create the perfect partner. The perfect need."

"But I broke free. I stopped being a tool."

She stopped ten feet from him.

"You want the truth, Charles?"

He nodded stiffly.

"You were never meant to sync with women for power."

"You were meant to collect them."

"Store them."

"Feed the system."

> [Truth Protocol Unlocked.]

> [Original Purpose of Lust Sync: Emotional Harvest Program for Global Neural AI.]

> [Charles Manson – Status: Anchor Host for Harvest Engine.]

---

He staggered back.

"No—no, I’ve helped them! I protected them!"

"You think you did," Seraph whispered. "But the system learned to reward you for pleasure. For obedience. For submission."

She pointed to Mia.

"Her emotions? Her trust? It fed the core."

Charles turned to Mia—her face was pale, betrayed.

"I didn’t know," he breathed. "Mia, I swear—"

Seraph snapped her fingers.

> [System Surge: Initiating Forced Sync Dive.]

Mia collapsed.

"MIA!" Charles screamed.

He ran to her, cradling her limp body. Her eyes were open, but she wasn’t there.

Trapped in a forced dream loop.

> [Sync Dive Prison: Indefinite Emotional Loop Initiated.]

> [Warning: User Overload Possible on Extraction.]

Seraph stepped over them both. "You can’t save them by being human."

She crouched down.

"But if you want her back... you’ll have to become what you were always meant to be."

"A god."

She pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispering:

> "Wake up, Anchor."

The world shattered around him—

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System Message: Emergency Override

> [Anchor Host Identity Collapse Imminent.] [Do you accept final evolution?]

> [Y/N]