Lust Sync: Every Woman Wants Me Now-Chapter 45: Divine Awakening

Charles didn’t expect the floor of the vault to swallow him whole.

One second, he was tracing the obsidian runes beneath the altar in the library’s hidden chamber. The next, the entire world flipped upside down. A rush of wind screamed past his ears as he dropped, the darkness swallowing him whole. And then—he landed.

Hard.

But alive.

His knees buckled against smooth marble. Around him, a circular room glowed with golden light, no visible source. Ancient murals of gods and naked priestesses adorned the walls, all staring down at him with judging eyes. The air itself seemed to hum with divine energy, pressing against his skin like silk and lightning combined. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

A notification rang in his ear.

> [Lust Sync Awakening Tier Unlocked: Divine Lust.]

> New Trait Gained: "Godbound Allure"

> New Domain Unlocked: Chamber of Truth (Locked)

> Warning: This is a divine zone. Lust Sync’s interface is limited. Proceed with caution.

He barely had time to absorb that when a shimmer formed at the center of the room. A throne rose from the floor, carved from what looked like crystallized starlight, and sitting on it, legs crossed, was a woman no mortal language could describe.

She was beauty itself.

No—she was lust.

Skin like moonlight with an ethereal glow that pulsed with each heartbeat. Hair that cascaded like liquid silver but shifted to crimson as her gaze locked onto him. Eyes both ancient and playful, holding the weight of millennia yet sparkling with immediate, dangerous interest. She wore a sheer robe of starlight that revealed far too much—and yet not nearly enough.

"You’ve done well, Charles Manson," she purred, voice echoing in every nerve of his body, vibrating through his bones like a divine tuning fork. "But you are no longer playing in the realm of mortals."

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as desert sand. "Who are you?"

"I am Asteryn, the forgotten goddess of Desire," she smiled, and the temperature in the room rose ten degrees. "Once worshipped in every bedchamber. Now barely remembered in whispers and forbidden texts."

She stood and the entire room trembled, as if reality itself was struggling to contain her presence.

"I have been watching you... touching hearts, corrupting saints, breaking rules. But more than that... you’ve awakened something inside the system. A code that was sealed millennia ago. You are the key, Charles."

"Key to what?"

She didn’t answer. Instead, she stepped forward, each footfall echoing like thunder, and placed a finger under his chin. Her touch was fire and ice, pleasure and pain, divinity and damnation all at once.

"You don’t just make women want you. You unleash them. You peel away the world’s shame, its restraint, its carefully constructed barriers. That is divine."

Then, her touch pulsed through him like liquid fire. He gasped, his vision blurring as power coursed through his veins.

> [Asteryn has temporarily taken control of Lust Sync. Initiating Divine Rite...]

"You’ve tasted many women, haven’t you?" she said, circling him like a predator studying prey. "But none like a goddess."

His mouth was dry. "Is this a test?"

She smirked, and the expression was both angelic and demonic. "No. This is a gift."

She pushed him against one of the golden pillars. Her lips crushed into his with immortal hunger, and the taste of her was like lightning and honey, stars and sin. The system flickered and spun into chaos, notifications flashing in violent red.

> [Compatibility Overload Detected...]

> [Synchronizing Godbound Core...]

> [WARNING: Body May Not Withstand Pressure]

> [WARNING: Mortal Form at 67% Capacity]

He didn’t care.

Her robe disintegrated in silver mist, revealing a body that was otherworldly—flawless curves that defied physics, skin that sparkled faintly with every movement like crushed diamonds, nipples like drops of moonlight that seemed to pulse with their own inner light. She grabbed his wrists with surprising strength, guiding them down her waist, her thighs, her heat.

And then she stopped.

"But," she whispered into his ear, her breath making his knees wobble and his soul ache, "you must first pass the trial."

He blinked, struggling to focus through the divine haze. "What trial?"

With a snap of her fingers, the chamber exploded into flame.

The throne shattered like glass. The murals twisted and writhed, coming alive—dozens of female figures began walking out of the walls, naked and glowing, their faces a blur of features he recognized. Each of them had his voice echoing from their lips, distorted and haunting.

"Do you remember me?"

"Do you regret me?"

"Do you fear what you’re becoming?"

The women morphed, their forms shifting and solidifying.

Diana. Zara. Professor Claire. Astrid. Even Dahlia. All the women he’d touched. All the hearts he’d stirred. All the lives he’d changed.

But their eyes weren’t kind. They were sharp. Challenging. Lusting. Terrifying. Accusatory.

> [Trial of the Past Initiated: Survive the Truth]

> [Objective: Face the consequences of your desires]

> [Failure Penalty: Soul Dissolution]

Asteryn sat back, now wearing a cloak of shadows that seemed to devour light itself.

"Can you face the consequences of your pleasure, Charles?"

One of the clones stepped forward—Zara’s version. Her full lips curled into a mocking smirk, but her eyes held genuine pain.

"You said you loved me."

Another stepped out—Claire’s version. Her glasses glinted as she whispered, "You broke me... and I liked it. But what does that make me?"

Then Diana’s clone reached him, grabbed his hand with desperate strength, and forced it between her thighs.

"Make us all yours, again," she moaned, voice dripping with something deeper than lust—obsession, need, a hunger that could never be filled. "Or fall to the guilt you buried."

They began closing in. A dozen. Then twenty. Then fifty. All variations of women he’d taken, seduced, corrupted, loved, abandoned. The chamber filled with their voices, their accusations, their pleas.

It should have been arousing.

It was terrifying.

He stepped back, sweat dripping down his brow, his heart hammering against his ribs. "This isn’t fair!"

Asteryn chuckled from her throne of flames, the sound like breaking glass and velvet. "Neither is desire."

Zara’s clone pushed her lips against his, but her tongue became a snake, wrapping around his throat. Claire’s hands turned to chains, binding his wrists. Astrid grabbed his throat, whispering, "You promised you’d protect me," her voice breaking with genuine anguish.

> [Lust Sync Locked.]

> [Skills Disabled.]

> [Divine Protection Withdrawn]

He was alone.

No cheats. No tricks. No supernatural abilities. Just raw, naked Charles Manson, stripped of everything but his humanity.

"I—I never meant to hurt any of you," he gasped, the words torn from his throat.

Claire’s figure paused, her chain-hands loosening slightly. Diana’s clone tilted her head, confusion flickering across her features.

"But you did," they said together, their voices a haunting chorus. "You broke us. You changed us. You made us want things we never knew we needed."

Asteryn rose, walking over like a queen watching her gladiator fall. "Desire is fire, Charles. It gives warmth... or it consumes. And now, you must decide: do you let it devour you, or do you own it fully?"

"I want to own it," he said, voice cracking with emotion. "But not if it means becoming a monster."

She smiled faintly, and for the first time, he saw something almost like approval in her ancient eyes.

"Then show them."

He closed his eyes.

And for the first time in months, didn’t summon the system. He summoned his memories.

Zara’s laugh in the rain, genuine and free. Claire’s passion behind her cold mask, the vulnerability she’d shown only to him. Diana’s tears when she’d confessed her fears. Dahlia’s twisted pleasure, yes, but also the loneliness that drove it. All of it. Not just the sex, not just the conquest—but the emotions. The depth. The humanity.

The love.

And then something shifted inside him, a fundamental change in his very core.

> [Core Synchronization Complete.]

> [New Trait Unlocked: Emotional Anchor]

> [New Ability: Shared Memory Sync – Grants connection with women on emotional and physical levels.]

> [Divine Recognition: You have chosen humanity over godhood]

The clones froze.

Their forms flickered, wavered... and began merging. Into one.

The final woman stood before him, naked, raw, fierce and vulnerable. She had all their faces and none. She was every woman he’d ever touched, every heart he’d ever stirred, every soul he’d ever changed.

"Charles," she said softly, her voice a harmony of all their voices, "you are more than your lust. Show us."

He reached out—not to grope, not to seduce—but to hold.

Their hands touched. A blast of warmth surged through the chamber, golden light exploding outward.

And then—

> [Trial Passed. Divine Lust Tier Unlocked Permanently.]

> [Chamber of Truth Sealed for Now.]

> [Warning: Divine Attention Attracted]

The world cracked apart like an eggshell.

Charles woke with a gasp—in his bed. Alone. But the divine energy still coursed through his veins, and he could feel that something fundamental had changed.

His phone buzzed.

It was a message from Zara.

> Zara: I had a dream. You were holding me in fire. What’s happening to us?

Before he could respond, another message appeared.

> Diana: Charles, I feel different. Like something awakened inside me. Are you okay?

Then another.

> Claire: The strangest thing... I dreamed of you tonight. We were in a golden chamber, and you were... glowing.

He stared at the screen, his blood running cold.

And then, at the edge of his bed—

A figure appeared.

Tall. Elegant. Silver-haired but with streaks of midnight black. Glowing eyes that held the cold fire of distant stars. Not Asteryn.

Another goddess.

"You’ve awakened one," she said coldly, her voice like winter wind through cathedral bells. "Now the others will come."

Charles blinked, his mouth dry. "Others?"

She grinned, and the expression was beautiful and terrible.

"I am Nyx, goddess of Night and Hidden Desires. Asteryn was always the... gentle one. The others won’t be so kind."

And then the wall behind her exploded—

Revealing a battlefield of gods and angels, their forms wreathed in divine fire and shadow. But that wasn’t the worst part.

The worst part was the monsters.

Creatures of pure lust and hunger, their eyes burning with the same energy that now flowed through Charles’s veins. They moved with predatory grace, and he realized with growing horror that they were all staring at him.

"You see," Nyx continued, her voice calm despite the chaos behind her, "when you unlocked the Divine Lust tier, you didn’t just awaken the goddesses. You awakened their enemies. The Devourers. The Lust Wraiths. Every creature that feeds on divine desire."

One of the monsters stepped forward, its form shifting between human and something far more primal. When it spoke, its voice was a chorus of screams.

"The Keybearer," it hissed. "Finally, we can taste true power."

Charles scrambled backward, his heart hammering. "What do they want?"

"You," Nyx said simply. "Or rather, what you’ve become. You’re no longer just human, Charles. You’re a conduit between the mortal and divine realms. And there are beings in both worlds who would kill to possess that power."

The monsters began pouring through the shattered wall, their forms terrible and beautiful, their hunger palpable.

"But here’s the truly interesting part," Nyx continued, seemingly unbothered by the approaching horde. "The women you’ve touched? They’re changing too. The connection you forged in the trial? It’s real. And permanent. They’re becoming something new."

As if summoned by her words, Charles’s phone erupted with notifications. Messages from every woman he’d ever been with, all reporting the same thing: dreams, visions, awakening powers.

"They’re becoming your anchors," Nyx explained. "Divine conduits in their own right. Which means..."

She didn’t need to finish. Charles understood.

The war wasn’t just coming for him.

It was coming for everyone he’d ever cared about.

The first monster reached his bed, its claws extended, its eyes burning with unholy hunger.

And behind it, through the shattered wall, Charles could see more coming. Hundreds of them. Thousands.

All hungry for what he’d become.

All ready to tear apart his world to get it.

The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was Nyx’s smile, beautiful and terrible and full of promises he wasn’t sure he wanted her to keep.

"Welcome to the God Wars, Charles Manson," she whispered.

"Try not to die on the first day."