THE ART OF LUST

SERIES-1: THE BASEMENT RITUAL Chapter 1: A Masterpiece on the Brink of Death

Neon fungal steam filled the narrow hallway of the Yogyakarta Palace bunker. The colors were beautiful—electric purple and faded green—but the smell was like jasmine rotting inside a grave. Je panted, his back pressed against the damp stone wall. In front of him, something that was once the reason he wanted to retire from art theft was now crawling closer.

"Sekar... stop! Damn it, it’s me, Je!" Je screamed. His voice cracked, choked by spores beginning to pierce his lungs.

Sekar, his fiancée, was no longer wearing the velvet kebaya he had prepared for their wedding. Her body had bloomed. Button mushrooms sprouted from the pores of her pale skin, and on her chest, a giant flower petal throbbed like an exposed heart.

"Je... sweet... hungry..." Sekar hissed. Her voice was no longer human, but the vibrating scrape of a wet membrane.

"Hungry? You just ate two guards out front, Sekar! Damn it, stay back!" Je tried to raise his hands, but Sekar had already lunged.

BRUGH!

The slender body, now heavy and slimy, pinned Je to the cold bunker floor. Sekar’s hands, now tipped with long black nails, gripped Je's neck. Not to strangle him, but to pull Je's face closer to her throbbing chest.

"Fragrant... Je... let us merge..."

"Merge my ass! You want to eat my heart, don't you?!" Je struggled, but Sekar’s strength was nonsensical. 

Suddenly, neon spores spraying from Sekar’s body hit Je square in the face. Je gagged, his eyes bulging. A strange heat surged from his nose to his groin. It was insane. At the edge of death, attacked by a monster tearing his clothes, Je felt a wild surge of neural stimulation.

"Shit... what is this? Aphrodisiac spores?!" Je cursed, his face flushing red. "Sekar, if you’re going to kill me, just do it! Don't make it hard at a time like this!"

"Enjoy... Je... this is the art... of death..." Sekar licked Je’s neck. Her tongue was as rough as sandpaper, leaving a trail of glowing slime behind.

Je's hand fumbled to the side, searching for anything to use for survival. His fingers touched the teak box he’d stolen from the Sultan’s secret room earlier that morning. The box contained the artifact rumored to be the cause of the madness in Yogyakarta: The Ancient Loro Blonyo.

"Art, you say? Fine, let’s make a final masterpiece," Je growled. With the last of his strength, he slammed the box against the floor until it shattered.

Inside, a pair of ancient wooden statues shaped like Javanese newlyweds glowed dimly. Without a second thought, Je grabbed the statues. The sharp corners sliced into his palm. Fresh blood flowed, soaking the ancient wood.

"Take this, you fungal bitch!" Je pressed the statue against Sekar’s exposed chest.

TING!

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside Je’s head, muffling Sekar’s growls.

[Canvas Analysis Detected...]

[Subject: Je (Human - Failed Artist/Art Thief)]

[Condition: Brink of Death & Hormonal Stimulation 85%]

[Artifact 'Ancient Loro Blonyo' Activated through Sacrifice of Blood and Tears.]

"Huh? What was that voice?!" Je's eyes widened.

[Welcome, First Host.]

[Curator System Synchronizing...]

"System? You’re kidding? In the middle of this stinking bunker?!" Je yelled.

Sekar paused. Her head tilted to the left at an impossible angle. Her pupilless white eyes stared at the statue in Je's hand. "That... is ours... return it!"

"No way! It’s mine now!" Je tried to kick Sekar, but the monster clawed at Je's chest instead, ripping his shirt to shreds. Sekar leaned down and bit Je's shoulder.

"AAARGH! Dammit! That hurts, shit!"

[Warning: Host Body Integrity Decreasing!]

[System Suggestion: Use 'Lust Aura' to Calm Damaged Subject!]

"Use what?! I don't know how!" Je screamed in frustration.

[Taking Over Neural Controls... Converting Pain into Visual Pleasure.]

Instantly, the stinging in Je's shoulder turned into a tickling, cold sensation. Je’s vision shifted. He no longer saw Sekar as a monster, but as a living abstract painting. Lines of purple energy flowed through Sekar’s body, and Je felt like he could manipulate those lines.

"Sekar... calm down," Je whispered. His voice suddenly sounded deep and full of authority.

Je pulled Sekar’s head toward him—not to push her away, but to kiss her forehead. As his lips touched the cold, fungal skin, a pink shockwave radiated from Je’s body.

WUUUSSSHHH!

Sekar shrieked. She was thrown backward, her body trembling violently. The spores that had been wild in the air began to settle, forming flower patterns on the bunker floor.

"What happened?" Je struggled to his feet. He looked at his own hand. A glowing tattoo was crawling from his wrist toward his heart—an intricate, glowing batik motif.

"Je... you... what did you do to me?" Sekar whimpered. She huddled in the corner of the hallway, covering herself. The fungus on her skin seemed to wither, as if in fear.

"I don't know, Sekar. It looks like I just installed an illegal app in my brain," Je panted.

[Fluid Synchronization 1%...]

[Status: Host unstable. Sexual energy required to strengthen artifact bond.]

[Warning: 'The Conductor' detected within 500 meters. All zombies in the Palace are heading toward your location!]

"Shit! 500 meters? That’s just a stone’s throw away!" Je looked toward the outer hallway, which was becoming chaotic with the sound of dragging feet and the growls of thousands of zombies.

"Run... Je... run..." Sekar tried to stand but fell back down. Her eyes began to turn white again. "I... can't hold it anymore..."

"I’m not leaving you here, even if you’ve turned into a houseplant!" Je tried to approach, but his head suddenly felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer.

[Energy Depleted.]

[Entering Dreamwalk Mode for Survival.]

[Caution: In the dream, Sekar will not be your sweet fiancée. She is the Hungry Fungal Ego.]

"What do you mean?! Wait! I’m not ready—"

Je's vision blurred. The dark Palace bunker suddenly melted. The stone walls turned into a giant, spinning canvas. Je felt his physical body go numb, but his soul was pulled into a black hole filled with the scent of jasmine and sweat.

"Welcome to your private gallery, Host," the System voice whispered again, this time with a tone that sounded almost... seductive.

[System Notification: Fluid Synchronization 1%... Entering Dreamwalk Mode for Survival.]

The world went dark. Je could only hear his own racing heartbeat and Sekar’s laughter echoing from all directions, as if she were waiting for him inside an endless labyrinth of desire.

"Damn it," Je muttered before his consciousness vanished completely. "Why does the apocalypse have to feel this good?"

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