Lustful bomb

***

Viktoria instantly turned into a little child, interested in everything and anything. Even now she was sitting, glued to the window, looking at the scenery with a smile from ear to ear and eyes shining with happiness. It felt as if the girl now and the girl before were two completely different beings.

Jack, meanwhile, didn't notice how he slipped into a borderline state, a thin line between sleep and reality, when complete chaos began to brew in his head. Swarming thoughts, brilliant ideas, semi-controlled dreams—all of it mixed together in such a state. But now Jack had plunged into his own subconscious, which not so long ago had finally been given a name: the Dark Hall. Visualized as a place, it was a huge hall in dark tones, comparable in size to large theater halls or a square. A few meters up, a balcony ran along the walls, dividing the hall into two floors. In the middle stood a table, angularly crafted and stretching like a crack.

The soul of the sleeping Jack also began to thrash in chaotic convulsions. The girl, though enjoying the beauties of nature, still occasionally glanced sideways at Jack. Noticing that the young man was no longer present, she silently rose and knelt on the guy's lap, facing him. The demoness smirked slyly and decided to play a little prank. A bowl of chocolate sauce appeared in Viktoria's hands. Dipping her finger in the chocolate, the girl began to paint the young man's face, giggling quietly.

"Sweet dreams, my future slave," she said, finishing her mischief with a satisfied look as she moved away from her "masterpiece." But the girl couldn't just leave like that—after all, there was a contract. The outline of the soul distorted, taking the form of a green-eyed wolf's muzzle, grabbing the demoness and dragging her consciousness with it into that very Dark Hall.

"That was brazen..."

The voice came from someone already inside the hall. It turned out to be a young man of a predatory appearance with green hair and eyes, his lips parted as if he were constantly baring his teeth.

"Maybe just tear her apart?"

"Well, don't be so cruel..."

The second voice was much softer; moreover, it belonged to a girl who had crept up from behind and wrapped her arms around the demoness's neck, her attire, resembling an oriental dancer's costume, jingling softly. Viktoria quickly realized where she was and what had happened. And these individuals: Gumi—lust, Barghest—the hunter. The girl stood up.

"How do I get back?"

"You'll return when he wakes up. And for a couple of hours in reality, you can live for months in a dream."

Barghest grinned bloodthirstily but did not attack, folding his arms behind his head and walking somewhere deeper into the hall.

"One way or another, until Jack wakes up, you can't get out."

The embodiment of lust placed a hand on the demoness's shoulder, offering to go further, where the sounds of music could already be heard coming from the stage at the other end of the hall.

The demoness watched Barghest with her gaze and then looked at Gumi.

"What can one do here?"

"You decided to ask lust about that?"

Gumi laughed, opening her door. Behind it was a bright room, strewn with soft pillows. Though chains with leather cuffs still hung from the ceiling.

"Each of the fragments has its own locations..."

Viktoria approached the door and smirked.

"Romantic..."

But the soft pillows didn't leave her indifferent. The girl walked into the room and, setting down the goblet, flopped onto the pillows, relaxing.

"Good."

Gumi also followed into the room.

"You know, Jack's lust is accumulating..."

The dancer smiled cunningly. At the same time, the fabric of the pillows began to move, stroking the demoness's body.

"And there's no one to satisfy it..."

Gumi leaned over Viktoria, pressing against her chest again.

The demoness relaxed as the pillow fabric began to stroke her body, imagining it was like a massage, and said,

"Let it accumulate... I think the poor guy won't be able to expend it too soon."

Viktoria looked at Gumi and smirked slyly, flicking her on the nose.

"When you become a guy, then maybe we can talk about satisfaction."

"Not so fast..."

Gumi predatorily licked her lips, and a bright spark flew from her tongue, hovering in the air. Taking the spark into her mouth, lust quickly pressed her lips to the demoness's, managing in those few moments to transfer the spark to her. Pulling away, she sat astride the demoness, examining her.

"Only the subconscious can enter the subconscious. And infecting you with something is not difficult. Essentially, we could implant in you an irresistible urge for suicide or nobility, a desire to break the contract. But this was a little lust bomb. It will detonate on its own, causing you to desire to rape Jack... and it won't stop until it happens..."

The next moment, a tremor ran through the entire Dark Hall. Jack was waking up.

The girl looked confusedly at the embodiment of lust, and then, when she pulled away and laid it all out, the demoness touched her lips with her fingertips.

"A lust bomb? Are you kidding? Rape Jack? Me? I'm not going to do that."

Feeling the tremor that ran through the walls, she widened her eyes and grabbed Gumi by the shoulders.

"Tell me, under what circumstances can the bomb detonate or after how long? You must know!"

"Oh, I certainly know. But if I tell you, it won't be as fun!"

The demoness was yanked out of Jack's subconscious and returned to her own body.

***

When they were already returning home, the demoness unceremoniously laid her head on Jack's lap and, hugging them instead of a pillow, began to fall asleep, and soon quiet snoring could be heard. Viktoria finally relaxed and took up all the remaining space on the seat, sprawling comfortably.

When the carriage stopped at the estate, Jack handed the purchases to the maid and carefully picked up Viktoria in his arms, trying not to wake her. Though, true to his nature, he almost messed up twice in the first minute. The first time, he almost hit the girl's head against the carriage wall, and the second, he almost fell with her, stumbling as he climbed out. Fortunately, everything turned out fine, and the demoness was safely delivered to her room and put to bed.

Viktoria, when she found herself in Jack's arms, pressed against him so as not to fall. Once in bed, due to the temperature change—the guy was warm, the bedding was cold—she opened her eyes slightly.

"Mmm..."

In general, her room was a collection of toys, especially plush bears of various sizes and books, which were scattered or stacked in piles all around the perimeter of the room.

The girl sat up, rubbing her eyes, and when she noticed Jack, she became embarrassed, quickly figuring out what was what and babbling,

"Uh... uh... these aren't toys! You imagined it! Yes! That's it... You understand?"

"Of course, of course..."

Jack didn't even try to hold back a smile, looking at this. And by the time the girl woke up, he had already managed to lay his hands on one of the toys, namely a large soft rat, which he was now examining. In general, this guy adored rodents; every time he was in the park, he tried to lure squirrels to himself, and in the basement of the estate, he specifically kept a dilapidated closet where he fed rats. Throughout the building, walls lined with metal to keep them out had spread from that closet.

The demoness frowned when one of her precious toys ended up in the human's paws. She reached out her hands to Jack and declared,

"Give me back my precious, you maniac!"

Viktoria herself didn't understand why she called the young man a maniac, since he wasn't doing anything like that now. Most likely, it was related to the lust in his subconscious, because of which the girl now had to suffer, afraid to touch the guy unnecessarily.

Jack laughed and returned the toy to its place, then left Viktoria's room and went to his own, taking off his shoes and falling onto the bed.

At this time, the bomb planted in the girl's consciousness detonated, unleashing unbridled lust. Though the concept of "rape" was a bit inaccurate. The bomb caused a desire not just to possess Jack's body, but to completely control everything, to make him moan, perhaps even to torture him with desire to some extent.

The girl immediately felt changes in her body, and not for the better. The demoness groaned quietly and covered herself with the blanket, squeezing the pillow with her fingers.

"No, no, no, no."

Viktoria tried to convince herself that she didn't want to rape Jack at all, but as Gumi had said, the desire only grew, and the girl writhed from it, tossing and turning under the blanket, trying to resist somehow.

But resisting was impossible. The longer Viktoria tried to hold back, the less common sense remained in her, and soon lust completely overwhelmed her with languor and trembling throughout her body.

Jack, meanwhile, had managed to doze off himself and now lay on the bed, arms spread wide.

The demoness couldn't take it anymore. She jumped out of bed and almost ran to Jack's room. Entering, she climbed onto the guy and began shaking him by the shoulders, since she wasn't into necrophilia, and sleeping people could be equated to corpses.

"Jack..." Viktoria tried to wake him with a languid, desire-filled voice, slightly trembling. "Mmm."

Jack tossed and turned for a while before finally opening his eyes, seeing a rather unusual sight before him.

"What happened?"

By that time, the bomb was introducing interesting effects, such as a lack of embarrassment and forcing the victim to completely disregard others' opinions.

The girl, without further ado, pressed her lips to the guy's, pressing her whole body against him and transitioning from an innocent kiss to more passionate ones.

The demoness's hands wrapped around the young man's neck, and she squeezed the hair on the back of his head with her fingers. She pulled away for a moment and whispered into his lips,

"I want you..."

Jack, taken by surprise, fully woke up, instinctively pressing his back into the bed. Though he was somewhat of a maniac, in matters of this nature, he instantly became lost. When the demoness pulled away, Jack's face approached the color of a tomato.

Viktoria smirked and ran her palm over his cheekbone, watching the young man's crimson face.

"You're so embarrassed... Are you a virgin?"

With her free hand, the girl unbuttoned his shirt, already having thought of how she would play with Jack.

"Not... not your business..."

Jack averted his gaze but didn't think to resist the girl, especially since her taking the initiative only contributed to the arousal, which was already hard to hide.

The demoness broke into a sly grin.

"So, yes."

She unbuttoned his shirt and, hastily untying the cuffs, got rid of the unnecessary rags. A rope appeared in Viktoria's hands, which she began hastily wrapping around the young man's wrists.

"We'll play a little..."

When Viktoria began tying him up, the masochistic part of Jack was delighted. Slightly shifting under the girl, he moved closer to the twisted headboard of the bed, while his aroused organ, still hidden under his clothes, pressed against the girl's thigh.

The girl tied his hands to the headboard and grinned smugly.

"Now you can't resist."

The demoness unzipped her dress and took it off, remaining only in her underwear, knowing that the sight of lace lingerie and stockings aroused much more than a naked body. Viktoria leaned over the guy and ran her lips over his, barely touching, thus teasing Jack.

At such a sight, Jack almost howled. And considering that the demoness had a petite body, it completely blew his mind. Clenching the ropes, Jack slightly arched toward the girl, not taking his eyes off her, studying her body, often lingering on her legs clad in stockings.

The girl was pleased with his reaction and touched the young man's lips, greedily biting them, but she quickly pulled away and began descending lower, to Jack's neck, collarbone, chest, stopping at the last. The demoness smirked slyly and lightly bit his nipple, watching his reaction.

Jack attempted to calm down, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. But his imagination raced ahead of reality, painting an image of Viktoria, who with a cunning smile was stroking Jack's member with her foot. Yes, deep down, he was a pervert. The attempt to calm