The Hallowspire Archives sat in the heart of Old Vienna, cloaked in silence and protected by ancient wards so intricate even time dared not touch them.
Within its obsidian walls lived the Keeper of Forbidden Tomes—a woman untouched by carnal desire, bound to knowledge like a priestess to her god. Her name was Selene Virell, and she was feared not just for her intellect, but for the cold, clinical way she dissected even the most sacred things.
Lucien stood at the entrance of her sanctum, towering in a tailored black suit, his red eyes pulsing with unseen commands. The wards crumbled around him like paper as he stepped inside.
The moment he crossed the threshold, she appeared—draped in a sleeveless, high-necked scholar's robe, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, silver hair tied in a precise braid. Her eyes flicked over him with the disdain of a queen inspecting a stray dog.
"Who allowed you in here?" she asked, her voice smooth and flat, like a scalpel sliding across flesh.
Lucien didn't answer. He just watched her—so pristine, so proud, so very untouched.
[Target Acquired: Selene Virell]Lust Immunity – Passive: ActiveMental Shield: Advanced Psionic Layering DetectedSystem Override: PrimedExecuting Command: Womb Circuit Disruption + Mind Sink Injection
Selene blinked.
And staggered.
It was subtle. A twitch of her wrist. A small crack in her expression. Her breath caught—not much, but enough.
She frowned. "What… was that?"
Lucien's voice was calm, confident. "I just made your brain send an orgasm signal to your womb."
She didn't move. Didn't answer.
Then her legs shifted. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
"You can't—no one can manipulate my neural grid," she said, voice cracking slightly.
Lucien stepped closer, slow and dominant.
"I'm not just anyone. And you just soaked through your robes, scholar."
She hissed—but he could see it now. Her inner thighs clenched involuntarily. Her body trembling at a frequency her mind couldn't suppress.
Trigger Word Embedded: "Obey"Desire Threshold: 12% → 89%Override Complete.
Lucien raised a finger and whispered:
"Obey."
Selene let out a soft, broken moan.
Her knees hit the marble. Hands on the ground. Her breath coming in hard, labored pants.
"I… I didn't mean to—" she gasped.
"You're fighting with logic," Lucien said, circling her. "But your womb is smarter than your brain."
He knelt in front of her, his hand cupping her chin, lifting her face so their eyes met.
"You built wards. Mental walls. Cold facades. But none of them matter."
He whispered again, "Obey."
Another orgasm slammed through her—her lips parting in a strangled cry, her body shaking uncontrollably.
He didn't touch her. He didn't need to.
Every moan was a command fulfilled.
Every breath she took was another surrender.
New System Integration: "Intellectual Submission Layer"Selene Virell's Core Personality Alignment: Inversion in progress.
Her voice trembled. "Please… stop…"
Lucien leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "Do you want to be free?"
She hesitated. "Y-yes…"
He smiled.
"Then come again. Without touching yourself. Without moving."
She bit her lip—but her eyes glazed over. Her thighs quivered. Her mouth opened in a silent cry.
And then she broke.
Right there, on the cold floor of her sacred archive, surrounded by a thousand ancient spells and forbidden grimoires, the great Selene Virell moaned like a whore who had just found God.
[New Subject Claimed: Selene Virell]System Thread: Scholar's Obedience UnlockedStatus: Broken. Ready for Rescripting.