THE ART OF LUST

Chapter 2: Copulation at the Brink of Madness

Dark. Cold. Then suddenly, a searing heat.

Je felt his body being forcibly pulled as if through a narrow straw. When his eyes snapped open, he was no longer in the musty Palace bunker. He stood in the middle of an endless art gallery. The floor was made of black glass that reflected a blood-red sky. All around him, thousands of photo frames floated, but instead of static images, these frames contained moving fragments of his life’s memories.

"Where am I? Damn, my head is splitting!" Je shouted, clutching his temples.

[Welcome to the Astral Dimension: The Curator’s Gallery.]

[Physical Body Status: Being slowly consumed by Sekar’s 'Ratusan' form.]

[Time Remaining before Brain Death: 4 Minutes 20 Seconds.]

"Four minutes?! You’ve got to be kidding me, you shitty System!" Je looked around in a panic. "So what am I supposed to do here? Watch a photo exhibition of my childhood?"

"You have to tame me, Darling."

The voice came from behind. Je spun around, and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. Sekar stood there. But this wasn't the fungus-ridden Sekar from the bunker, nor was it his innocent fiancée. This Sekar wore a transparent red silk kebaya that barely covered the curves of her body. Her eyes glowed with a faint purple light, filled with predatory hunger.

"Sekar?" Je whispered.

"I am her ego. I am the collective consciousness you call the fungus," Sekar walked closer, each step creating ripples on the glass floor. "My body out there is tasting your heart, Je. But here, I want to taste your soul."

"Stay back! I have... I have this wooden statue!" Je raised his hand, but the Loro Blonyo statue had now merged with the skin of his palm, forming a throbbing tattoo pattern.

"That statue won't help you if you don't know how to use it," Sekar laughed, a sound that stimulated his nerves down to his very spine. "The System told you, didn't it? Lust is your weapon. The only way to hold onto your sanity against the spore infection is to flood your brain with dopamine!"

[Warning: The Fungal Ego is beginning to hack the Host’s mental defenses.]

[Suggestion: Perform Counter-Dominance. Use erotic imagination to lock the subject's consciousness!]

"Insane! So I have to do it... here? In the middle of the apocalypse?" Je’s eyes widened.

"Why hesitate, Je?" Sekar was already in front of him, her soft hands crawling up his chest. "You love me, don't you? You’ve wanted me for a long time. Let these spores give you what you couldn't get in the real world."

Sekar pushed Je until he fell flat on his back on the cold glass floor. She climbed on top of him, staring down with a gaze capable of melting steel. Je felt every nerve in his body scream. This wasn't just ordinary lust; this was high-level biological manipulation from the Cordyceps-Erotica.

"Dammit... you really know how to play the game, don't you?" Je growled, trying to fight Sekar’s mental dominance. "But if you think I’m just going to give up and become your fungal slave, you’re dead wrong!"

Je grabbed Sekar’s waist, flipping their positions until he was on top. He pinned her hands above her head.

"Oh? Our Host is getting aggressive," Sekar hissed, her face flushed with the artificial passion manufactured by the fungal system.

"System! How do I lock her consciousness?!" Je screamed internally.

[Use Skill: 'Masterpiece Lock'. Visualize the subject as an art object that you absolutely own!]

Je closed his eyes for a moment. He was a curator, an art thief who knew the value of every stroke. He began to imagine Sekar’s body not as a living being, but as a masterpiece that he had to claim. A wild, possessive urge rose within him.

"You are mine, Sekar. Not that shitty fungal collective's!" Je kissed Sekar’s neck roughly while his hands began to explore every inch of her skin, which felt incredibly real.

Every touch from Je triggered sparks of pink energy within the astral dimension. Sekar began to moan, but this time her voice was no longer that of a predator, but of a woman losing control.

"Ahhhh! Je... what are... you doing? Aaahhhh…"

"I’m draining your frequency!" Je whispered the words directly into Sekar’s ear.

Out there, in the real world, Je’s body—which was currently being mauled—began to emit a powerful pheromone scent, forcing Sekar’s physical body to stop its attack and instead tremble in a trance. In the dream dimension, the battle grew even wilder. Je no longer cared about logic. He let his primal instincts take over.

"Aaarrgghhhh…. Je, ooouugghhh… yes, aahhh.." Sekar moaned in pleasure. Beneath Je’s wild advances, his hands squeezed Sekar’s supple twin peaks, and his tongue moved with practiced agility. Licking Sekar’s V-crevice, the moans grew louder and louder as Je began to thrust his 'Dutch eggplant' into the grotto that was already slick and drenched.

Slepp… slepp…

"Oouuggghhh… darling, I can't hold back… anymore… aahhhh… aarrrgghhh…" Je groaned, quickening his pace.

The intercourse in the astral dimension felt more intense than anything Je had ever experienced. Every movement felt like a burst of data synchronization. Je could feel Sekar’s thoughts—her fear, her loneliness upon being infected, and finally... her surrender.

"Enough... Je... I, ahhh… I surrender… aaahhhhh," Sekar whimpered as the synchronization reached its peak.

[Fluid Synchronization: 10%... 25%... 50%!]

[Connection Stable. Host has dominated the Fungal Ego.]

[Downloading Skill: 'Command - Tier 1'.]

A blinding white light exploded within the gallery. Je felt a massive surge of energy flow back into his physical body.

GASP!

Je jerked awake. His lungs inhaled the spore-filled bunker air as if it were pure oxygen. He was still on the bunker floor, but Sekar was no longer tearing into him.

Sekar stood frozen before him. Her body, once covered in wild fungi, now appeared more orderly. The mushrooms had hardened, forming a sort of beautiful organic armor over her form. Her white eyes now had purple pupils in the center, staring at Je with absolute obedience.

"Je... My Master..." Sekar whispered. She knelt before Je, her head bowed low.

Je panted, looking down at his own body. The claw marks on his chest had closed, leaving behind scars in the shape of artistic batik patterns. He felt stronger, sharper, and... incredibly thirsty.

"Shit... did that really happen?" Je wiped his sweaty face.

[Synchronization Successful. Subject 'Sekar' status: Guardian Statue (Loyalty 100%).]

[Warning: 'The Conductor' has reached the bunker gate. Time to admire your handiwork is over, Host.]

The sound of thousands of zombies growling echoed from right behind the dented iron bunker door. Je stood up, brushing the dust off his tattered pants. He looked at Sekar, who was still kneeling.

"Sekar, can you stand?" Je asked.

Sekar rose with a movement that was graceful yet stiff, like a ballerina. "Your command, Master?"

Je smirked—a cynical grin he hadn't shown in a long time. This new power... he was starting to like it. "Let's get out of here. We have some 'art lovers' to take care of in Malioboro!"

Je stepped toward the door, while Sekar walked behind him, ready to shred anyone who dared touch her curator.

"System," Je muttered as his hand gripped the door lever, "If this apocalypse is a gallery, make sure I’m the one holding the keys!"

[New Mission: Exit the Palace Area and Find 'Paint Thinner'.]

[Reward: Lust Points +500.]

"Hmph, more Lust Points. Give me a real weapon already!" Je cursed as he kicked the bunker door wide open.

In front of him, thousands of pairs of purple eyes stared from the darkness of the hallway. The war had only just begun.

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