Kael woke up naked.
Not just in the physical sense—though yes, his Academy uniform was missing, along with any dignity he might've had left—but naked in existence. The air itself felt like static, humming with unspoken memory and ghost-kisses.
The chamber was gone.
The world was gone.
No sky. No ground. No gravity.
Only one thing remained.
Her.
The Kissless One.
She stood before him—fully formed now.
No longer faceless.
Yet her features were still… wrong. Too symmetrical. Too idealized. A parody of perfection stitched from every obsession's desire.
Her eyes shifted colors like a prism under pressure. Her lips were every kiss he had ever refused. Her body moved like a siren sculpted from Kael's worst late-night thoughts.
And when she smiled—
Something in Kael's spine cracked.
"Welcome home," she purred.
A World Made of Kael's Shame
He blinked.
Now they were in a bedroom.
Not his bedroom. Her version.
Velvet sheets. Mirrors on every surface. A giant bed shaped like a heart, with handcuffs hanging from the posts and plushies with missing eyes.
"I built this world from the parts of you you don't show," she said.
"This is where all your unsent texts, deleted drafts, guilty searches, and accidental clicks live."
Kael sat up, shivering.
"This… isn't real."
She crawled across the bed.
"No. It's yours. Isn't that worse?"
No Girls. Only Her.
Kael stumbled out of bed.
"Where are they? Aria? Eva? Ravynne? The others—"
The Kissless One flicked her wrist. The mirror wall changed.
Each girl stood frozen like a wax doll.
Eyes wide.
Lips trembling.
Expressions caught mid-confession, mid-moan, mid-scream.
"I didn't erase them. I paused them," she whispered in his ear. "They were hogging you."
Kael lunged at her.
She caught him mid-air, slammed him into the mattress, and kissed his neck—not to steal a memory, but to mark him.
[System Message: "Reality Locked – Obsession #0 in Control"]
"You don't get to run anymore, Kael," she whispered. "Now… you're the prize."
Her Games Begin
The room changed again.
Now he was sitting at a dining table.
Candles flickered.
A feast lay in front of him—but every dish was made from memories.
Steamed "First Kiss with Aria."
Grilled "Eva's First Smile."
Roasted "Clara's Lullaby."
She poured wine labeled: "Forgotten Guilt."
"Eat," she said. "You're starving for closure."
Kael vomited.
She clapped.
"Oh good! You still have taste. Let's fix that."
Memory Torture: Her Favorite Dessert
She strapped him to a chair and began replaying memories that never happened—but ones he believed now:
Aria dying in his arms during a raid he never joined.
Eva sacrificing her sanity to protect him from imaginary assassins.
Ravynne giving up immortality for a single night with him—then laughing as her body aged to dust.
Kael sobbed. Screamed. Denied it all.
But every time he shouted, she kissed him again.
[Kael's Soul Resistance: -2%]
[Corruption Level: 93%]
"Why won't you just love me?" she asked, trembling.
"You did love me. Once. Before the others polluted you."
A Crack in Her Perfection
And then—a flicker.
One mirror glitched.
A different reflection showed.
Not the girls. Not the past.
But…
A journal.
Mireille's journal.
Words bleeding through.
"He is not yours. He is not ANYONE'S."
The Kissless One shrieked, voice breaking into static. The walls trembled.
"WHO IS DOING THIS?!"
Kael laughed.
Not much. Just a broken, bruised sound.
"She remembers."