Reborn as Lust Master

(Guy's please Donate some Powerstones)

Selene stood frozen, her body trembling under the invisible chains of Auren's Obedience Seal. Her lips quivered, her breath shallow. She had tried to kill him—failed—and now she stood helpless in the presence of the boy she once raised… the one she thought she had control over.

Auren stepped forward slowly, his eyes glowing with cruel intensity.

"You feel that, Selene?" he whispered. "That tingling in your bones? That numbness in your limbs? That's not fear. That's the first taste of losing your own body."

She gasped, her hand twitching involuntarily.

"I've thought about killing you," he said coldly. "Breaking your mind, wiping your memories clean, turning you into a puppet."

He paused, his voice dropping into a slow, deliberate whisper.

"But that would be too merciful."

Selene's lips parted to speak, but no words came. Her jaw was no longer hers.

"I want you to know what's happening. I want you to feel every order I give… every moment you obey me while screaming inside… unable to stop yourself."

He circled her like a predator studying its prey.

"You took my mother from me. You killed her while I watched, helpless and small. Do you remember the way she begged?" His tone sharpened like a blade. "I do."

He leaned in close to her ear.

"So now, from this moment on… you're mine. Not just as a servant. Not just as a slave. You'll be my personal property. My toy. My flesh, blood tool and my cum-dump."

Selene's eyes widened in horror.

"But I won't break your mind. No. You'll keep your thoughts, Selene. You'll know exactly what's happening when I use you. When I give you instructions your body can't resist."

He smirked bitterly.

"If I erased your thoughts, you'd never suffer. And that would make my revenge pointless."

He raised his hand, and her body stiffened again.

"You'll obey everything I say. Your body will betray you, again and again. And each time, I'll remind you — this pain, this shame, this loss of control — is just the beginning."

Selene choked on her breath, tears finally spilling down her cheeks.

"But you'll remember," Auren whispered. "Every time you follow a command, you'll know it's me... and you'll know why."

He tilted his head and smiled darkly.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

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The silence in the room was thick — heavier than any blade.

Selene sat on the floor, her limbs still trembling from the spell's effects. Her skin was pale, her eyes wide and filled with shock, humiliation, and confusion.

Auren stood above her, calm… too calm. His eyes burned with cold fury, and in them, the shadows of something far more dangerous than rage — purpose.

"Where is my father?" Auren asked quietly.

Selene looked up at him, saying nothing.

He took a step closer, the floor creaking beneath his feet. "I said… where is Caius?"

Her lips stayed shut, but her eyes were no longer defiant — just unreadable. Deep down, she was afraid, but her silence wasn't cowardice. It was defiance. Resistance.

> Still trying to act like she has control...

"You're strong, aren't you?" Auren said, voice low. "Even after all this… you still think you can resist me."

Selene's breathing quickened, but she didn't respond.

Auren raised his hand slowly, and the shadows behind him stirred. The darkness in the room thickened as his power surged. The aura of pure will—of a mind turned into a weapon—wrapped around her like a suffocating fog.

"Fine," he said. "Then let your body answer me."

A sudden pulse of energy shot from his fingers.

Selene gasped, her muscles locking, her body no longer hers.

Her hands twitched.

Then rose.

Her eyes widened in horror as her own fingers crept up her throat — slowly, steadily — until they wrapped tightly around her neck.

"No…" she tried to speak, but only a faint croak emerged.

Her hands clenched.

Tighter.

And tighter.

She began to shake, struggling against the invisible force, but her own muscles betrayed her — tightening without mercy. Her lungs screamed for air.

Auren's eyes were locked on her, merciless.

"Your silence is a choice," he said, voice flat. "But so is this."

Selene thrashed weakly, her face turning red, veins visible beneath her skin. Her eyes begged him now, the resistance cracking. She couldn't speak — but her eyes screamed surrender.

Auren waited one more second.

Then snapped his fingers.

"Release."

Instantly, her arms dropped.

Selene collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, coughing violently. Her hands clutched the carpet, tears streaming down her face as she tried to catch her breath. Every inhale sounded like a drowning woman breaking the surface.

She looked up at him, broken. Defeated.

"No more games," Auren said, his voice cold as frost. "Tell me where he is. Caius had a hand in my mother's murder. He deserves the same punishment as you."

Selene's head lowered, her voice shaking.

"I don't know where he is now…" she whispered, between shallow breaths.

Auren's eyes narrowed.

She continued, barely able to speak. "He left me… two years ago. Said I was worthless to him. That I didn't give him the love he wanted."

She swallowed hard, her throat sore.

"His last words were... 'I have my third wife now. I'm going to settle in the Central.' That's all he told me."

Auren's expression didn't change.

"The Central…" he repeated.

A place he had heard of — the wealthiest, most powerful city in the region. A place where monsters wore silk and wolves walked with gold crowns.

He turned away from Selene, his voice quiet, deadly calm.

"Then I'll find him there. He won't hide forever."

Selene remained on the ground, still breathing hard, her body shaking.

For the first time in her life… she was truly powerless.

And Auren — The once-innocent boy — had become something else entirely.

(An unexpected twist awaits ahead)