Chapter 43: [44]: Desire Vision Online, The Campus Coffee Test

Saturday morning. Apartment 4B. Lucas sat cross-legged on his bed, the Shop interface glowing purple in front of him like a supernatural Amazon wishlist.

Three milfs fully tamed. Rank 4 achieved. And a TP balance that looked like a phone number.

1,970 TP.

"System. Open the Shop. Show me everything Rank 4 unlocked."

"Thinking big, Master? I approve. For once."

The Shop expanded. New categories flooded his vision, abilities that had been locked behind rank requirements for weeks, now glowing green with availability.

```

─ NEWLY AVAILABLE (Rank 4 — Enchanter) ─

[VOICE OF PERSUASION: 750 TP]

[APHRODISIAC SALIVA: 400 TP]

[HEAT INDUCTION: 800 TP]

─── PASSIVE ABILITIES ───

[DESIRE VISION: 500 TP]

─── STAT BOOSTS ───

[VITALITY +10: 200 TP]

[STAMINA +10: 200 TP]

[CHARISMA +10: 200 TP]

[VIRILITY +10: 200 TP]

[SEDUCTION +10: 200 TP]

```

Lucas cracked his knuckles. Shopping time.

First: Desire Vision. The ability to see what people wanted. their real, hidden, suppressed desires floating above their heads like subtitles for the human soul. Five hundred TP.

"Purchase Desire Vision."

```

[DESIRE VISION PURCHASED]

[Cost: -500 TP]

[Effect: See suppressed desires as floating text]

[Passive — always on, can be focused/narrowed]

```

[Next: Voice of Persuasion. Five charges. Ninety percent success rate on commands. The ability to make people do what he wanted simply by asking.]

"Purchase Voice of Persuasion."

```

[VOICE OF PERSUASION PURCHASED]

[Cost: -750 TP]

[Effect: Commands have 90% success rate

[Active — 5 charges, regenerates 1 per 24 hours]

```

His balance was draining fast. But these were game-changers. Not luxuries. Weapons.

"Stamina plus ten. Seduction plus ten. Virility plus ten."

```

──TRANSACTIONS CONFIRMED ──

[Stamina +10 = -200 TP (67 → 77/100)]

[Seduction +10 = -200 TP (49 → 59/100)]

[Virility +10 = -200 TP (60 → 70/100)]

[TOTAL SPENT: 1,850 TP]

[REMAINING TP: 120]

```

He stared at the remaining balance. A hundred and twenty TP. Enough for one stat boost and nothing else.

"Maybe I overdid it."

"You spent ninety-four percent of your reserves in one sitting, Master. Yes. You overdid it. But Desire Vision alone will revolutionize your approach to new targets. And Voice of Persuasion? Five charges of near-mind control. Use them for seduction. Use them for self-defense. Use them to get free coffee. I don’t care. Just don’t waste them."

"Free coffee?"

"The barista. Tell her the drink’s on the house. Ninety percent chance she complies."

"That feels wrong."

"That feels like Rank 4, Master. Get used to it."

His updated stat sheet:

```

[MASTER: Lucas Wright]

[RANK: Enchanter (Rank 4)]

[VITALITY: 56/100]

[STAMINA: 77/100 ↑]

[CHARISMA: 41/100]

[VIRILITY: 70/100 ↑]

[SEDUCTION: 59/100 ↑]

TP: 120

[MILFS TAMED: 3]

[ENERGY: 200/200]

[HAREM:

[→ Elena Vance: 100% [PRIMARY]

[→ Victoria Sterling: 100%]

[→ Yuki Tanaka: 100%]

NEW ABILITIES:

[Desire Vision (Passive)]

[Voice of Persuasion (5 charges)]

```

"Time to test the new toys."

---

The campus coffee shop. Saturday afternoon. Packed.

Lucas ordered a latte. Sat in the corner booth. Activated Desire Vision.

The world shifted.

Translucent text appeared above every person in view. Floating. Glowing softly. Their deepest suppressed desires, rendered visible.

The barista (twenties, ponytail, dark circles under her eyes): Want someone to see me as more than coffee girl

’Girl after my own heart. Or at least my Charm Aura.’

A girl at the next table (nineteen, nervously touching her hair): Hope he notices my new haircut. I paid eighty dollars for this haircut and he hasn’t looked up from his phone once.

A male student by the window: If I buy her a latte, will she like me? What if she’s allergic to dairy? What if she thinks I’m calling her fat?

Lucas snorted into his coffee.

A female professor walking past (not Victoria, older, stern face): Need to get laid this weekend. Grading killed my libido. Someone resurrect it.

’Ma’am. I respect that. I truly do.’

Then, a woman in her forties, alone near the door. Professional blazer. Wedding ring. Tired eyes that had seen too much and slept too little.

Her text: Lonely. So lonely. Would kill for someone to just hold me.

The humor drained out of the moment. That wasn’t a sexual desire. That was raw human need. Desire Vision wasn’t just a conquest tool. It was a window into how desperately alone everyone was.

’Fuck. That’s... that’s heavy.’

Then Marcus Tanaka walked past. His best friend. The guy whose mother Lucas had bent over her own couch three days ago.

Marcus’s floating text: Wish I could beat Lucas at Mario Kart just once. Just ONCE. Is that too much to ask?

Lucas laughed so hard he knocked his latte over. People stared.

"Sorry. Inside joke."

’God, I’m a terrible friend. I’m sleeping with his mom and he just wants to win at Mario Kart. I’m going to hell. Straight to hell. Do not pass Go.’

---

Voice of Persuasion. Trickier. More fun.

He spotted a brunette student sitting alone. Nineteen years old. Cute. Glasses. Reading a biology textbook. The kind of girl who’d never looked twice at him three months ago.

He walked over. Felt the ability activate, a hum in his throat, a warmth spreading through his vocal cords like he’d swallowed a tuning fork.

"Show me your tits."

The words came out low. Calm. Like a suggestion her body couldn’t distinguish from its own thoughts.

She looked up. Blinked.

```

[VOICE OF PERSUASION — CHARGE USED]

[Charges remaining: 4]

[Effect: Compliance impulse + rationalization boost]

```

"It’s really hot out today anyway,"

She glanced around the quad, students walking, a guy on headphones, nobody paying attention. Her fingers went to the hem of her t-shirt. Pulled up. Sports bra underneath.

She lifted the sports bra. Small breasts, B-cup maybe pale, freckled, nipples hardening instantly in the open air. Three seconds. Four. Her face burned crimson.

Then she dropped the fabric. Shoved everything down.

Lucas walked away without a word.

---

Later. Her dorm room.

She sat on her bed. Textbook closed. Staring at the wall.

Why did I do that. Why did I DO that. A stranger told me to flash him and I just...

Her hands were still shaking.

He didn’t threaten me. He didn’t offer anything. He just... said it. And I did it. Like my body wasn’t mine.

She pressed her palms against her breasts. Still warm from the exposure. Still aching.

Why am I wet?

She curled into a ball on her bed, clutching her pillow, replaying those four seconds on an endless loop, confused, terrified, and desperately, shamefully hoping he’d come back and say something else.

"Four charges remaining," the System noted. "Each regenerates over twenty-four hours. Use them wisely. Or on random brunettes in coffee shops. Your call."

"That was... honestly a little scary."

"Power usually is, Master. Welcome to Rank 4."

He sat back down. Wiped the latte spill with napkins. Watched desires float through the coffee shop, lonely, horny, desperate, hopeful texts hovering over people who had no idea he could read them.

His phone buzzed. Four messages.

Diana: Wednesday. My penthouse. 7 PM. Dress nice. Or don’t dress at all. Your call.

Elena: Date night Friday. Non-negotiable. I’m making the pasta with the sauce. Don’t be late or I’m feeding your portion to Persephone.

Victoria: Office hours Thursday. I bought a new dress. What I didn’t buy is underwear to wear under it. 😈

Yuki: Saturday, Lucas-kun? I make gyoza from scratch. You come. We eat. Then... dessert. 🥟💕

Four women. Four days. One increasingly exhausted nineteen-year-old.

"System?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Are we still doing this for the right reasons? Or has the power become the point?"

Long silence. Unusual for the System.

"I don’t know, Master. I genuinely don’t know." A pause. "But asking the question means you haven’t lost yourself yet. That’s worth something."

He finished his latte.

Wednesday was coming. Diana Blackwood. Penthouse. Eighty-eighth floor.

And Lucas Wright. former invisible virgin, current Rank 4 Enchanter with god-tier abilities was ready.

Whether that was a good thing or not, he couldn’t say.