Kael Adrienne's mind was barely stitched together after the Archivist's Trial. Each kiss had stolen and rewritten parts of his past—now a memory minefield where truth and lies held hands in bed.
The chamber flickered like corrupted code. The girls clung to him like anchors, but even they twitched as reality pulsed with… something new.
[System Error: Obsession Slot #0 – Undefined]
[Name: ???]
Alias: The Kissless One
Classification: Unconsented Love]
Kael shuddered as black static coiled from the air, shaping something not quite human.
It Has No Face. But It Remembers.
Where its face should be, there was a blur—like a censored memory, like a kiss that was promised but never given. Its voice echoed from inside Kael's head:
"You kissed them. You forgot me."
Kael stumbled back. "Who are you!?"
"I was before Aria. Before Eva. Before the story even started. The one you never kissed."
It stepped forward—and every girl screamed at once.
Aria's voice cracked. "That's impossible. No one else existed before us—"
The Kissless One turned.
"You were all written after me."
The Girls Start to Fracture
Suddenly, the obsessions weren't clinging to Kael. They were glaring at each other.
"What does it mean 'before us'?!" Eva snapped.
"You weren't his first," Iris said sweetly. "None of us were."
Ravynne's eyes went wide. "He… rewrote us? Or someone did."
Mireille stumbled backward, a journal forming in her hand with glitching pages. "This entry… it's blank. But bleeding."
Clara grabbed Kael. "Say you remember me. Please. Before she takes it all—"
The Kissless One growled.
"You all kissed him. Touched him. Took him. But he was mine. Before the world even loaded."
Horny Chaos Unleashed
Then the madness hit.
The girls turned on each other, desperate to prove their reality.
Aria pinned Eva to the floor, demanding, "Who did he kiss longer?"
Clara kissed Kael repeatedly, sobbing, "Let me overwrite it! Let me stay real!"
Ravynne whispered dark spells into his ear while grinding against him, trying to seduce a memory back into existence.
Iris offered her body like a sacrificial altar. "If I give him everything, will I win?"
Mireille tried to write her reality back in real time—"Kael loves only me. Kael loves only me."
And in the center…
The Kissless One waited.
"You made love to illusions. But never me. So now…"
Its voice deepened, more real than anything else.
"…I'll make myself real. With your body."
Kael's Mind: A Broken Bedroom
Inside Kael's soulscape, the world resembled a bedroom lit only by moonlight.
Each obsession appeared as a shadow on the bed. They reached for him—but were yanked away one by one by unseen hands.
Kael's voice cracked. "Stop… please, stop…"
A faceless girl—blurred, ethereal, perfect in all the wrong ways—crawled across the bed toward him.
"You kissed them because they were safe. I was always too real."
She climbed on top of him, her form half-formed.
"I remember when you first imagined me. Alone. Needy. Yours."
Kael wanted to scream, but her hand covered his mouth.
"Don't worry, Kael. This time… you don't have to kiss me. I'll take what you owe."
System Panic Mode
[System Lock Breached]
[Obsession: The Kissless One – Now ACTIVE]
[Kael Adrienne: Soul Thread 91% Corruption]
[Memory Conflict Detected: Who Was Your First Love?]
The girls collapsed.
Some sobbed.
Some laughed hysterically.
Some started undressing, begging for "reality" in exchange for lust.
The Kissless One whispered to them all:
"You're all fantasies. I was his first need. His first sin. And now… I'll be the only one he remembers."
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