The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across my room, but it wasn't the light that woke me up. It was the unmistakable tightness in my pants, a remnant of my fantasies from the night before. Groaning, I rolled over, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the vivid dreams that still lingered in my mind. I glanced at the calendar pinned to the wall: Saturday. A wave of relief washed over me; finally, a day away from the relentless grind of university.
Stretching, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath my feet. I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind of the lingering thoughts from my dreams. No classes, no lectures, just the weekend.
As I shuffled out of my room, the smell of something delicious wafted through the house, pulling me towards the source. I rounded the corner and caught sight of Lila in the living room, her back to me as she cleaned. The sight made my heart race. She wore an old t-shirt that hugged her curves, and my eyes were drawn immediately to her huge ass, swaying slightly as she moved. I quickly shook my head, trying to shake off the pervy thoughts racing through my mind.
"Morning!" I called out, attempting to sound casual.
Lila turned, a bright smile lighting up her face. "Good morning! How was your sleep?"
"It was fine," I replied, doing my best to maintain eye contact and not let my gaze wander.
We exchanged pleasantries about our night and how we were planning our day. She mentioned she'd be cleaning upstairs while I could help out by tackling the basement. "Could you please clean the basement? I could really use your help down there."
"Yeah, sure. I love helping you on weekends," I said, my enthusiasm genuine.
As she climbed the stairs, I took a moment to appreciate how much I loved this arrangement. Having her around felt comforting, and I cherished the small moments we shared, even if they were filled with unspoken tension. I grabbed a few cleaning supplies and headed to the basement, eager to escape into my task.
The basement was cluttered with forgotten items and dust-covered boxes. I started organizing the space, the rhythmic sound of my movements a meditative balm. As I pushed aside an old, rusty shelf, something unusual caught my eye—a door nestled in the corner, half-hidden by cobwebs.
"What the hell?" I muttered to myself, confusion washing over me. I approached it cautiously, curiosity getting the better of me. I grasped the doorknob and pulled, the door creaking open to reveal darkness beyond.
Just as I stepped inside, everything around me blurred. The basement dissolved into a whirlpool of colors, and I felt an odd sensation, as if the door had pulled me through some invisible vortex. Panic bubbled up, but before I could react, I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I found myself in a dark, cave-like area. The air was thick with a strange energy, and my eyes adjusted to the dim light, revealing an array of bizarre objects scattered around—skulls, shimmering potions, and artifacts that hummed with power. My heart raced as I took it all in, but what truly held my attention was a figure emerging from the shadows.
She was stunning—a pale woman dressed in a flowing black outfit that accentuated her otherworldly beauty. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes shimmered like distant stars. I couldn't help but stare, captivated by her presence.
"Where am I?" I finally managed to ask, my voice a mix of awe and confusion. "What's going on?"
"Calm down," she said, her voice soothing yet firm. "I'll explain everything. My name is Lysara, and I am the goddess of desires."
I blinked, trying to process her words. A goddess? This was surreal.
"Since the god of justice was killed, I've taken on two responsibilities," she continued, her expression serious. "My work now includes providing justice. I have chosen individuals from different parts of the world as my avatars, and you are one of them."
"Wait, what? Me? I can't do this!" I protested, the weight of her words crashing down on me. "I'm too weak for this kind of stuff!"
She stepped closer, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "You underestimate yourself. I can give you the power you need to fulfill your duties. You'll have to kill those who commit injustice."
"I just… I want a normal life," I stammered, shaking my head in denial.
Her gaze softened, and I could see a hint of understanding in her expression. "I know you're a pervert," she said, her tone teasing. "But think about it. For every task you complete, I'll grant you an opportunity to attract anyone you desire and spend a night with them in bed."
My mind raced, and I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. The idea of having the power to bring anyone I wanted to my bed was tempting, more than I'd care to admit. I envisioned the possibilities—anyone from my wildest fantasies could be within reach.
"Okay, maybe…" I began, but the allure of her offer was hard to resist. "That sounds… incredible."
Her smile widened, and for the first time, I felt a surge of hope. "You will receive your tasks on your computer. When the time comes, you will know what to do."
Suddenly, everything blurred again, and before I could protest, I found myself back in the basement, standing in front of the same door I'd just opened. Confusion washed over me, but a thrill of excitement bubbled beneath the surface.
With renewed determination, I grabbed the cleaning tools and got back to work. This time, however, my mind was racing with thoughts of what was to come. The prospect of power and desire filled me with an exhilarating energy.
I cleaned the basement with a new sense of purpose, a grin creeping onto my face. I was no longer just a lonely guy. I was chosen. And maybe, just maybe, my life was about to change in ways I'd never imagined.