The campus woke drunk on love and levels.
At 06:00 the sky turned champagne-gold.
Every crystal orb replayed the rooftop orgy in tasteful slow-motion: four silhouettes, sixteen wings, one supernova.
The new constellation—THE CONTRACT—hung above the academy like a wedding ring the size of a continent.
Students poured into the streets wearing nothing but bracelets of living lightning.
Dragons looped the spires, trailing banners that read:
JEALOUSY IS DEAD.
LONG LIVE THE ORGY.
In the war-room, Arya stood on the map table, wings unfurled, gold butterfly crown blazing.
Alexander's Tier-9 storm-runes cast cobalt shadows across her skin.
Cassia's ember-rose belly glowed like a second sunrise.
Liora's diamond tears had frozen into a necklace that chimed with every breath.
Anthony Felix passed out vanilla lattes in mugs shaped like tiny phoenixes.
Gilgamesh blurred in circles, leaving golden echoes that spelled PARTY in every language.
Nyxara juggled Nyxael's brass jar like a champagne bottle.
The Choir children floated overhead, six tiny mouths open in a chord that made the champagne sing.
SYSTEM (velvet voice, inside every skull):
"Continent-wide love buff: active.
Jealousy debuff: deleted.
Warning: something ancient just smelled the buffet.
Tier-9 Love-Eater Succubus inbound.
ETA: thirty heartbeats."
The sky screamed.
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The Beast
It arrived wearing the sunrise like lingerie.
The Love-Eater Succubus was a cathedral of mouths and wings, each feather a stolen kiss, each tongue a continent's worth of longing.
Her body was liquid desire—rose-gold skin, eyes made of every orgasm Jonathan had ever hoarded.
She hovered above the academy, wings spreading until they blotted out the sun.
Her voice was a thousand lovers whispering at once:
"Feed me your new love.
I will birth it back as hate."
Every bracelet on every wrist burned.
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Phase One: The Hunger
The Succubus opened her central mouth.
A vortex of rose-gold light poured out, sucking bracelets off wrists, kisses off lips, moans off tongues.
Students dropped to their knees, eyes rolling back, memories of last night's joy draining into her gullet.
Cassia's ember-rose belly dimmed.
Liora's diamond necklace cracked.
Alexander's Tier-9 runes flickered.
Arya kissed the air.
A gold butterfly crown detonated into a shield of living light.
"NOT TODAY," she roared.
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Phase Two: The Counter-Buff
Arya leapt onto the map table.
She kissed Alexander—hard, filthy, apocalypse.
The kiss detonated.
Gold lightning poured from their joined mouths, braided with coal fire and liquid diamond.
The lightning became a spear of pure love that pierced the Succubus's vortex.
The vortex shattered.
Bracelets reappeared on wrists, glowing brighter.
Kisses returned to lips, wetter.
Moans returned to tongues, louder.
SYSTEM:
"Love spear: critical hit.
Succubus hunger debuff: 38%.
Reward: campus-wide orgasm pulse in 3… 2… 1…"
The campus came.
Every student, every dragon, every blade of grass.
The orgasmic shockwave rolled outward, became a tidal wave of gold fire that slammed into the Succubus's wings.
Feathers burned.
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Phase Three: The Spy
A shadow detached from the Succubus's left wing.
It slithered across the courtyard, became Sable—shadow clone, eyes wide, recorder crystal glowing in her palm.
She had been recording pillow-talk since the auction.
Every moan.
Every confession.
Every "I love you" whispered in the dark.
She landed in the war-room, knees buckling.
"I—I was sending it to Jonathan," she whispered.
"He promised me a real body if I delivered your hearts."
Arya's wings flared.
The room went still.
Then Arya did the impossible.
She kissed Sable.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Redemption.
The kiss tasted of library dust and second chances.
Sable's shadow clone solidified.
Skin became warm bronze.
Eyes became storm-blue.
Recorder crystal melted into a bracelet of living shadow.
Sable dropped to her knees, tears carving clean lines through centuries of grime.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed.
"Let me earn this."
Arya cupped her face.
"Earn it by ending her."
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Phase Four: The Final Feast
Sable rose.
She kissed the Succubus's stolen memories—every recording—back into the sky.
The memories became weapons.
- Cassia's ember-rose confession became a flaming sword.
- Liora's diamond tears became frozen daggers.
- Alexander's Tier-9 storm became a lightning crown.
- Arya's gold butterflies became a halo of living kisses.
They flew as one.
Sable led the charge, shadow wings now solid bronze.
The Succubus opened every mouth.
They filled her with love.
- Arya kissed her central mouth—gold fire down her throat.
- Alexander kissed her eyes—lightning in her skull.
- Cassia kissed her wings—coal brands that burned "FAMILY."
- Liora kissed her heart—ice that froze "JEALOUSY" solid.
- Sable kissed her tongue—shadow that tasted of every forgiven sin.
The Succubus screamed.
Not in pain.
In release.
Her body unraveled into a billion rose-gold butterflies that swarmed upward, became a new constellation: five lovers, wings entwined, mouths open in mid-kiss.
The Succubus's core—a single black pearl—fell into Arya's palm.
Inside: Jonathan's laughter.
Arya crushed it.
The campus roared.
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The Dawn After
They woke tangled on the map table, wings draped like blankets, champagne cooling on their skin.
The new constellation—THE FEAST—burned above: five lovers, eternal.
Sable's bracelet pulsed with the others.
Cassia's ember-rose belly glowed softly.
Liora's diamond necklace had reformed, now braided with shadow thread.
Alexander's Tier-9 crown nested in Arya's hair, purring.
SYSTEM:
"Tier-9 Love-Eater Succubus defeated.
Loot: jealousy permanently deleted from continent.
Reward: +15 levels for every participant.
Current tally—Arya 138, Alexander Tier-9 (115), Cassia 116, Liora 119, Sable 101.
Everyone else +15.
P.S. The sunrise is officially married."
Arya traced the new constellation above (five lovers, eternal).
She smiled (slow, sharp, eternal).
"Jonathan just lost his best weapon," she said.
Sable laughed, voice raw from screaming.
"Let him come.
We'll feed him love until he chokes."
Far away, Jonathan felt the new constellation brand itself across his stolen halo.
He smiled (small, sharp, terrified).
And somewhere in the void, the next beast began to wake.
But for now, the campus was warm, the champagne was cold, and five lovers with brand-new wings learned how to fall upward into a future that hadn't been written yet.
The war had learned a new weapon.
And its first syllable was:
Enough.