You can't just use that Skill again."
Ren sat on the rooftop, the wind pulling at his collar. Kanon stood beside him, sipping from a juice box, her face pink but composed.
She stared straight ahead at the evening sky, not looking at him.
"But you want me to," he said softly.
She flinched. Not from fear. From truth.
"Don't say it like that." She bit her lip. "It's not about wanting. It's survival."
Ren stared at his hand.
That cursed, cursed hand.
"I didn't ask for this," he muttered. "I just wanted to live a quiet life. No harem. No secret powers. No... orgasms that heal curses."
Kanon chuckled dryly. "Yeah. That sounds like hell."
He glanced at her, and she gave him a sheepish smile. It was fragile. Honest.
"I've had that curse since I was twelve," she said. "Doctors couldn't explain it. Priests thought I was possessed. I couldn't… feel normal things anymore. But the pain? It built like acid in my nerves. Until yesterday."
Her voice lowered.
"When you touched me… the pain disappeared. For the first time in six years."
Ren swallowed.
Guilt twisted in his gut.
Because he enjoyed it. The sound she made. The way her body shivered. The control.
It scared him.
That part of him that liked it.
Later That Evening
Ren's phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
Meet me in the greenhouse after dark. Come alone. Or we expose you.– Eden Society
His fingers clenched.
Eden Society.A rumored elite circle within Seiren Academy—officially recognized as a "cultural preservation group," but students whispered of orgies, mind control, and secret rituals.
He should've ignored it.
Instead, he went.
The Greenhouse
It was hidden behind the old music hall—overgrown, abandoned, and thick with scent. Roses. Jasmine. Lilies. Overwhelming. Too sweet to be innocent.
A single lamp lit the center.
There, seated on a velvet loveseat beside a marble fountain, was Akiho Tsukimura. Crossed legs, wine glass in hand. Dressed not in school uniform but a tight crimson dress that hugged her body like second skin.
"Right on time," she purred.
"I'm not joining your cult," Ren said flatly.
Akiho laughed. "This isn't a cult. It's a garden."
He raised an eyebrow.
"We are the Eden Society," she said. "We believe the world forgot the oldest truth—that pleasure is power. That through the body, the soul evolves."
She stood and circled him, her perfume intoxicating.
"You, Yuzuki Ren, are the missing fruit. The final Velvet Sin."
He narrowed his eyes. "Why me?"
"Because your Skill breaks every rule," she whispered. "It's undetectable. Unblockable. It creates pleasure—not pain. And in this world, pleasure is the only thing the System can't control."
Ren blinked. That had never occurred to him.
The System catalogued every offensive, defensive, utility, and spiritual Skill. But pleasure? Unranked. Ungraded. Forbidden.
He said nothing.
She leaned in. Her breath grazed his neck.
"I want to show you what you really are," she whispered. "But first… we test."
She clapped her hands.
A door opened.
A girl walked in.
Test Subject #1: The Dancer With a Blindfold
She was tall. Slender. Wearing only black lace lingerie and a silk blindfold. Her bare feet padded softly on the stone floor. Her lips curled into a shy smile.
Ren backed up. "What the hell is this?"
"A volunteer," Akiho said. "She's mute. But sensitive to touch. If you can make her climax using only your Skill, she joins us. If not… you walk away."
"This is insane."
Akiho's voice turned cold. "She's dying, Ren. Terminal neurological collapse. Her body's short-circuiting her pain receptors. We've tried everything. You're her last chance."
Ren stared at the girl. She didn't look sick. She looked… serene.
He hesitated. His hand trembled.
Then he stepped forward.
His fingers brushed her collarbone.
[Velvet Touch Activated]
The effect was instant.
The girl gasped—silently, but her lips parted. Her chest heaved. Her knees buckled.
Ren gritted his teeth, trying to control the flood of feedback he was getting—her sensations, her pleasure, her sadness, her final wish:
"Let me feel something beautiful before I disappear."
Ren pressed his palm against her heart.
A slow wave pulsed through her body. Her muscles arched. Her lips quivered.
And then—
She came.
Silently. Peacefully. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
And then she smiled.
She smiled.
For the first time in her life.
After the Trial
Ren sat on a bench outside the greenhouse, breathing hard.
Akiho joined him, offering tea.
"You're dangerous," she said. "Most Velvet users lose control. You… direct it. Sculpt it."
"I don't want this," he said.
She sipped her tea. "No one does. But you already opened the gate. You touched the fruit. Now it will grow."
He looked at her. "What fruit?"
Akiho smiled.
"Your next trial is in three days. We'll send you her file. Velvet Maiden #2."
Ren blinked.
"Wait. You're serious about the 'Nine Maidens' thing?"
"Oh yes." She stood. "Find them. Heal them. Or destroy them. You'll understand soon."
And then she leaned in, lips grazing his ear.
"Every climax brings you closer to the truth."
Final Scene: Ren's Bedroom
Ren lay in bed, sweating.
A screen flickered in his vision.
[Velvet Touch – Leveled Up]Level 2 unlocked: Touch now reveals target's subconscious fantasy. Cooldown reduced to 30s.
New Trait Unlocked: Mirror Pulse – Touching someone at climax reveals their most traumatic memory.
And then—A flash. A vision.
A room. A girl screaming. Candles. A mirror cracking.His own reflection—smiling with black eyes.A voice.
"Welcome back, Apostle. You died a virgin in your last life. Shall we fix that?"
Ren woke up gasping.
Chapter End