Akira and Ayaka moved quickly through the empty streets, with Ayaka setting a brutal pace that would have left the old Akira gasping for breath. But now, with his enhanced physique, he kept up easily.

"What exactly is a Lust-Type Gate?" Akira asked as they ran.

"Think of it as a Siren Gate," Ayaka explained without breaking stride. "The entities inside don't fight with claws and fire… they fight with desire. They project illusions of what you want most, what you crave, and they use that to drain your life force until you're an empty husk."

"So they're psychological predators."

"Worse. They're effective against people with strong desires or unresolved sexual tension. They find what you want and give it to you, over and over until you're nothing but a dried-out corpse with a smile on your face."

"So basically, they're custom-built to fuck and fuck with me."

"In multiple senses of the word, yes."

They rounded a corner, and Akira stopped dead in his tracks.

"Club Obsidian? The lust gate opened inside a club?"

Ayaka frowned. "Yes. Perfect spot for a Lust-Type… the club is full of people already chasing desires."

Club Obsidian was one of the city's most popular nightclubs, usually packed with hundreds of people every night. And judging by the chaos spilling into the streets, it had been full when the gate opened.

"Oh no," Akira breathed.

The distortion field had already spread into the streets, pink and purple fog curling through the air, twisting everything it touched. Civilians staggered out of the club, shaking as they tore at their clothes… buttons snapping and zippers ripping open.

Some were already naked, flushed and sweating, grinding against walls, against strangers, against anything within reach.

Moans filled the air as women touched themselves openly, fingers sliding between their legs, while men openly stroked their hardening cocks, eyes rolling as pre-cum glistened at their tips. Their gazes were empty, pupils blown wide with unnatural hunger, breaths coming in ragged gasps that only thickened the haze.

"That's not good," Ayaka said, her hand moving to the blade at her side. "The fog shouldn't be this thick already. This gate is more powerful than I thought. Grade-S might have been an underestimate."

As they approached the club's entrance, three black tactical vans screeched to a halt. The doors burst open, and Akira's stomach sank as he recognised the insignia: SPIU.

They quickly ducked behind a car. "SPIU's here," he whispered.

"Won't help," Ayaka said. "Watch."

"Strike Team Seven, deploy!" A commanding voice barked from the lead van.

Twelve elite operatives poured out, all wearing full tactical gear and gas masks. These weren't the investigation agents like Sato… these were operatives, trained specifically to deal with supernatural threats.

They moved with their weapons drawn, forming a perimeter around the club entrance.

"Containment protocol active," the team leader announced into his radio. "Preparing to breach and neutralize the…"

He never finished the sentence.

The pink fog rushed at the tactical team like a wave, covering them completely. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the team leader raised his hands to his gas mask and tore it off his face.

"Sir, what are you…" one of his teammates started.

Then she was removing her mask too. And another. And another.

Within thirty seconds, all twelve elite SPIU operatives were on the ground, weapons discarded, and desperately trying to tear off their tactical gear. The team leader was on his knees, hands fumbling with his belt, tears streaming down his face.

"Please," he whimpered to no one in particular. "Please, I need... I need..."

A female operative crawled toward him, her eyes wild. "Touch me, boss. Someone, please touch me… anyone. It hurts… it hurts so much, please…"

They collapsed into a writhing mass with all reason stripped away; their minds drowning beneath raw desire and overwhelming sensation.

"Oh wow," Akira muttered, horrified.

"That's what the fog does," Ayaka said grimly. "And those were trained professionals with military-grade gas masks. Regular civilians don't stand a chance."

She grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. "We have to move. Now. Before the distortion spreads further."

Akira had to step carefully over the SPIU team members as they approached the entrance. One of them… a young female who couldn't have been older than twenty-five… grabbed his ankle with surprising strength.

"Please," the operative begged, her face flushed and desperate. "Just touch me. Anywhere. I'll do anything, just make it stop burning, please…"

Akira yanked his foot free, trying not to think about the fact that this lady had probably been normal just minutes ago. Trained, professional, ready to protect civilians, now reduced to this.

"Focus," Ayaka snapped, though her own breathing was getting heavier. "Don't look at them. Don't listen; just keep moving."

As they reached the club's entrance, a system notification blazed across Akira's vision.

[WARNING: ENTERING LUST DISTORTION FIELD]

[PASSIVE AURA DETECTED: THE WHISPER OF LILITH]

[EFFECT: GRADUAL DEGRADATION OF WILLPOWER]

[MENTAL RESISTANCE REQUIRED: EXTREME]

"Lilith?" Akira said aloud. "That's the guardian's name?"

"Not just any guardian," Ayaka's voice was tight. "Lilith-class entities are among the most dangerous Lust-type demons. They're ancient, intelligent, and specialise in breaking down mental barriers. If this is really a Lilith variant..."

"We might be fucked."

"Very possibly. Literally."

The club's heavy gold doors stood before them, still intact despite the chaos. Through the gaps, Akira could see flickering lights and hear music, but it wasn't the usual EDM or pop you'd expect from a nightclub.

It was like a heartbeat… deep, steady, and mesmerizing, throbbing through the walls as if the club itself were a living thing.

"Last chance to back out," Ayaka said, though they both knew that wasn't an option. "Once we're inside, the fog will be exponentially stronger. Your protection won't protect you much. Whatever you see, whatever you feel… you have to fight it."

"I know."

"I'm serious, Akira. This isn't like the fire or ice gate. This will attack your mind, your desires, everything you've been suppressing or hiding. It will offer you everything you've ever wanted."

"And if I accept?"

"You die. Probably with a smile, but you die all the same. And I won't be able to save you. I'll probably be too busy trying to tear your clothes off myself."

Akira looked at her, noting the flush on her pale cheeks and the way her eyes were beginning to lose their sharp, analytical edge. He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

He took a deep breath, activating his Aura of Dominance to steel his mind. "You stay behind me," Akira commanded, his voice vibrating with the 'Aura of Dominance'. "If you feel yourself slipping, you tell me. Understand?"

Ayaka swallowed hard, a small shiver running through her. "Yes... Master."

They pushed through the heavy gold doors together.

The scene inside was worse than anything Akira had imagined.

The club's main hall was massive, easily fitting three hundred people on a normal night. Now it was packed with bodies… but not dancing. Not anymore.

The floor was covered in writhing bodies, civilians tangled together, half-dressed and gasping, their faces caught between pleasure and pain. Some were still awake, fear clear in their eyes even as their bodies refused to obey them. Others were completely gone, consumed by the fog.

The music was louder here, pounding like a heartbeat through the air. With every beat, the fog grew thicker, swirling in hypnotic patterns that pulled the eye and refused to let go.

And floating above it all, suspended in the centre of the room was a throne which seemed like the epicentre of it all.

Just then, a system prompt appeared before Akira.

[MISSION PARAMETERS UPDATED]

[OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE LUST GATE GUARDIAN]

[WARNING: APHRODISIAC FOG WILL INCREASE IN POTENCY]

[SECONDARY WARNING: GUARDIAN TYPE UNKNOWN]

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