It started as a hum.
Not a sound.A sensation.A ripple through the marrow of his bones.
Chen Ming stood beneath the swaying lanterns of the Lotus Courtyard, sipping a delicate cup of divine tea. The scent of jasmine and starlight clung to the air. The world was calm.
And then it hit him.
A shiver. A pulse. Something… shifted.
[System Alert – New Skill Unlocked]– Skill Name: Insight of Intimate Truths– Origin: Valisara's Echo– Effect: Temporary perception of a subject's hidden desires or fantasies– Range: 5 meters– Cooldown: None (but sanity may vary)
Chen blinked.
The tea paused at his lips.
"What the hell?"
He looked up—and saw her.
Ye Yue.
Walking across the courtyard in flowing moon-colored silk, her power tucked behind a smile that could burn empires.
And then—
Her fantasy hit him.Hard.
[Scene Overlay Initiated – Ye Yue's Hidden Desire]
The world melted away.
He saw himself—Chen—seated on a throne carved from moonlight and silver flame. Regal. Dominant. Radiant.
Ye Yue knelt at his feet, her divine armor gleaming… and beneath it? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Her head was bowed. A silver collar wrapped around her throat. Her wrists were bound with starlit chains that pulsed like magic under pressure.
"My Sun…" she whispered, flushed and trembling, voice raw with want. "Use me. Like your goddess-slave. Make the moon obey the sun."
She didn't just want it—She craved it.
Submission. Humiliation. Worship twisted into a prayer of need.
The worst part?
She adored every second of it.
The image shattered.
Back in the courtyard, Ye Yue raised an eyebrow.
"You okay?" she asked, stepping closer.
Chen coughed. Hard. Nearly choked on his tea.
"Fine. Just—tea's strong."
[System Note: Welcome to the truth, horny edition.]
Then she appeared.
Hanami.
Walking barefoot on dew-kissed stone, hips swaying, eyes warm like spring rain. She smiled—and the system pulsed again.
Chen turned—
And it hit.
[FANTASY DETECTED – Goddess Hanami 🌸]Scene overlay initiated...
He saw himself again.Naked. Blindfolded.Tied to a flowering tree in bloom.
The scent of honey and petals. The heat of breath on his neck.
Hanami was naked too—bathed in gold and desire. She circled him like a priestess in ritual, brushing blossoms across his chest, leaving trails of sensation that made his skin sing.
"You're not allowed to think, my love," she whispered. "Only feel."
She straddled him. Slid down his length with slow reverence. And every time he cried out, she moaned in harmony, as if his pleasure were a hymn she needed to feed upon.
Until he forgot his own name—and only hers remained on his tongue.
Reality crashed in like a slap.
Hanami tilted her head. "Chen… why is your nose bleeding?"
He touched his upper lip. Red.
"…Strong tea," he mumbled again.
[System Alert: Mental Overload – 12%]Do not scan more than three divine fantasies without taking a libido break.
Chen groaned. "Why would you even—"
[New Subject Nearby – Unknown Goddess Signature Detected]
His heart skipped.
Slowly, he turned.
A woman stood at the edge of the courtyard, half-shrouded in shadow. Her eyes were covered by a thin silk blindfold. Her skin shimmered like firelight on snow, and her hair spilled around her like white ash drifting in twilight.
She didn't move.
She simply watched.
And without even trying, the fantasy took him.
[FANTASY DETECTED – ??? Goddess of Silence and Submission]Scene overlay initiated...
She was on her knees.
Bound. Silent.
Head bowed. Lips parted in anticipation. Waiting.
She was the embodiment of restraint and craving, the moment before surrender.
And her thoughts were soft, whispering into his mind like candle smoke.
"He will command me.He will break my silence.He will make me his."
Not a fantasy of love. Not one of lust, even.
But pure, aching obedience.
And the terrifying, beautiful part?
She had no face in the vision.
Only him.
Chen staggered, breath catching.
[System Message – Insight Skill Level 2 Unlocked]– New Effect: Emotional Aura Perception Activated– Warning: Prolonged exposure may cause public erections. Plan accordingly.
His hand gripped the edge of the tea table. "Okay," he muttered. "This is… a lot."
Ye Yue's fingers closed around his arm. "Chen?"
He looked up—and saw the faint outline of the collar from her fantasy. Still there. Lurking in his vision.
"Yeah?"
She leaned closer, lips brushing his ear.
"You're flushed," she whispered. "Overheated. Maybe I should… help you relax."
Hanami stepped to his other side, warm and tender. "We both should."
And across the courtyard, barely breathing—
The Goddess of Silence watched.
Waiting.
Still waiting.