Renji's eyes snapped open.
It was complete Darkness. Not the comforting kind, but a void — heavy, oppressive, and endless. The air was thick, like tar coating his lungs, and every breath felt like inhaling smoke and sin. The last thing he remembered was blood... his mother's blood. The scream. The blinding light. And then—this.
He pushed himself off the cold ground, the surface beneath him smooth yet pulsing faintly like it was... alive. Shadows slithered at the edges of his vision, whispering things in a language he didn't understand. His muscles ached, but his instincts screamed louder: Move.
Stumbling forward, he emerged from the black fog into a bizarre, hauntingly beautiful courtyard. Purple skies bled into black horizons. Giant crescent moons hung like broken halos. At the center of it all was a building — part temple, part palace, and yet unmistakably a brothel. Golden lanterns flickered with otherworldly fire, and sultry moans echoed from its heart.
Before he could process more, the heavy doors opened. And there she stood. A woman — no, a goddess.
Towering in confidence, wrapped in silken red barely covering her voluptuous curves, she had skin like molten honey, eyes like burning embers, and a voice smoother than wine aged in sin. "Well well," she purred, lips curving into a wicked smile. "A fresh soul. And such a delicious one too."
Renji staggered back instinctively, but her presence pulled him in like gravity. He couldn't look away — from the perfect sway of her hips, the shimmer of her silver-black hair cascading down her ample chest, or the glint of hunger in her eyes.
"W-Where am I?" he asked, throat dry.
She approached slowly, every step echoing like temptation itself. "You're in the Exile, darling. A land forgotten by gods and demons, and ruled by desire." She leaned in close, her breath like warm perfume. "And this..." she gestured around, "is my domain."
Renji's heart pounded — part fear, part lust. Her fingers trailed across his chest, tracing invisible lines that sent jolts down his spine.
"I'm Lady Syrene," she whispered, lips brushing against his ear. "Matron of the House of Ecstasy. And you, my sweet boy, are now part of this world — whether you like it or not." She took his chin gently, forcing his eyes to hers. "So... will you be a lost lamb? Or will you learn to play?"
Renji swallowed hard. This wasn't Earth. This was something else entirely — where rules bent, where danger wore lipstick and heels, and where even goddesses owned brothels. And as her nails slowly dragged down his abdomen, he realized something horrifyingly exciting: He might never want to leave.
Her lips claimed his without warning — soft, yet commanding. A kiss that devoured, not asked. Her tongue slid into his mouth with the expertise of a woman who had centuries of practice, tasting him like a connoisseur sampling a fine vintage. Renji barely had time to react before her arms coiled around his neck, pulling him deeper into the storm of her hunger.
His hands instinctively gripped her waist, fingers sinking into the plush curve of her hips. She moaned into his mouth — low and primal — like she wanted him to grip harder.
"Good boy," she murmured as their lips broke, a string of saliva trailing between them. Her eyes glowed brighter, her thighs pressing against his leg. "You have no idea how rare you are in this world. Young, virile, untouched by the filth of this realm. But not for long."
She spun him, slamming his back against a black marble pillar with surprising strength. Her nails clawed down his shirt, shredding it like paper. Her mouth found his neck, then his chest, biting and kissing, her hands already working his pants with aggressive grace.
"You smell divine," she breathed, sinking lower, tongue trailing across the ridges of his abs. "And this... oh, this will do nicely."
She dropped to her knees, licking her lips as her eyes locked onto his — wicked and hungry.
Syrene's tongue slid slowly along the length of his shaft, teasing the underside with the slow, deliberate hunger of a predator savoring her catch. Her breath was hot, her eyes locked onto his, gleaming with sultry amusement as she spoke with a sinful smile: "Mmm... So warm. So... alive." She kissed the tip, a soft, wet peck that sent Renji's knees weak. "Mortals like you... usually last a minute, if that."
Before he could form a thought, she took him into her mouth — inch by inch — her lips stretching around him with obscene skill. Her throat welcomed him with a silken grip, no gag, no hesitation. Just wet heat and practiced control. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails lightly digging into flesh, holding him steady as her head began to bob.
Slow at first. Then faster.
Wet slurps echoed through the temple-brothel's chamber, mixing with her moans — she enjoyed this, feasting on him like a queen devouring dessert. Spit pooled at the corners of her mouth, strings clinging to his length each time she pulled back. Her tongue swirled with devilish finesse, massaging the underside with every downward stroke.
Renji gasped, his fingers digging into the marble pillar behind him, eyes wide, breath shaky. It was too much — too intense. But something stirred deep inside him. Not just arousal — something else. Something... ancient. Syrene felt it too — a flicker of raw energy beneath his skin. She paused, eyes narrowing slightly. "What's this...?" she whispered, licking her lips, her voice now laced with curiosity beneath the lust. "You're... not just some mortal, are you?"
Syrene's eyes flickered with something more than lust now — suspicion? Curiosity? Whatever it was, it didn't slow her down. She took him deep once more, moaning around his length as if it were an offering to a forgotten god. But even as her mouth worshipped him, her fingers traced a slow sigil along his thigh, glowing faintly with crimson light. Renji's body tensed. "S-Stop… what… what are you…?" he muttered, voice heavy, slurred. She pulled back with a wet pop, licking his tip one final time before smiling sweetly — almost pityingly. "Shhh, darling. You've pleased your goddess enough for now."
With a whisper in an ancient tongue and a snap of her fingers, the spell hit. His vision blurred. Limbs numb. He collapsed into her arms like a puppet with cut strings. Darkness took him once more.
When he woke, he gasped — his body drenched in sweat, heart pounding. But something was... different. He couldn't move.
Silk bindings held his wrists above his head, cool sheets beneath him, soft and scented with jasmine. Candlelight flickered across the lavish bedchamber, and then—he felt her. Straddling his hips. Her full, naked form silhouetted in gold and shadow, breasts swaying gently, hair cascading down like a veil of sin.
"You're awake," Syrene purred, rolling her hips against his now-rock-hard shaft. "Good... I didn't want to waste such a precious opportunity."
She sank lower, hot and wet, wrapping around him with slow, deliberate hunger. Renji gasped, back arching, but she pinned him with both hands, her thighs clenching around him.
"You're mine now, sweet mortal. Nothing more than my personal toy... until I say otherwise."
Syrene's hips bounced in a slow, ruthless rhythm, her wet heat squeezing him tighter with every roll. Her huge mily boobs bouncing in rhythm just above Renji's face. The silk sheets were a mess beneath them, soaked in sweat and her scent, but she didn't care — she was riding him like he was built for it, her nails clawing into his chest as she used his body for her pleasure.
Renji moaned, eyes fluttering, his hips rising instinctively to meet her. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest, breath hot against his lips.
"Don't you dare," she whispered, biting his ear, her voice low and dangerous. "You even think of cumming inside me, and I'll drain every drop of your soul."
But his body betrayed him. He grunted, tensed—right at the edge. Syrene's eyes widened. She slammed her hips down and froze, glaring at him with fury blazing in her gaze.
"You insolent little mortal!" she snapped, her hand wrapping around his throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind him who was in control. "I take you into my temple, I bless you with my body, and you dare try to breed me without permission?"
Before Renji could even mutter an apology, there was a loud crash.
The chamber doors exploded inward, light pouring in like holy fire. Men in white-gold armor stepped through, adorned with glowing runes and winged helmets — their weapons humming with divine energy.
"The Light Order," Syrene hissed, lifting herself off him with a wet, angry slap. She stood proudly, still naked and glistening, power crackling around her. "You dare interrupt me?"
One of the guards pointed at Renji. "By decree of the Watchers, the mortal is to be brought in for questioning. He arrived unmarked. Unregistered. Possibly... a threat."
Renji lay there, still bound, still hard, utterly confused and stunned .Syrene rolled her eyes. "Tch. Figures. Take him then — but know this..." She turned, glaring back at Renji, her voice a promise soaked in sin, "You still owe me a proper finish."
And with that Renji quickly picked up his clothes and put them on hurriedly as the guards took him and chained his arms. He knew this would happen, that he wasn't going to go unnoticed.