Welcome to the Chamber of Desire, Master
The clear, pure voices struck both my eardrums at once, like stereo speakers. “Welcome to the Chamber of Desire, Master.”“Welcome to the Chamber of Desire, Master.”
The Chamber of Desire? Was that what this place was called? The utterly alien scene refused to register, so I turned my head again. A pleasant breeze rolled in, thick with the scent of grass, and brushed across my bangs. The motel room had transformed into a lavish den for courtesans in the blink of an eye.
How was any of this possible? It defied every law of physics and science I understood. The only guess I could make was that it was all the power of the mask. But a power strong enough to rewrite an entire space? The “witch” the mask longed to become might be far more dangerous than I had imagined. If it could already pull off something this insane with nothing but the liquor I’d offered, what would happen if it grew even stronger…?
No. Worrying about the mask wasn’t my immediate priority. Our relationship was unstable at best—neither side fully trusted the other—but I needed the mask’s power and knowledge. The creepy thing needed my help just as badly. For now, we were allies. Since it had revealed its hand first while we were still testing each other, there was no reason to push it away. I would stay wary, but I’d make an effort to remain as friendly as possible. That was the task in front of me.
“…Haa. By the way, you two… you were frozen solid a second ago. When exactly did you change clothes?”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean, Master.”
“We are simply your Saintesses and the attendants who serve you in this chamber.”
Only after I swept away the wariness and anxiety rising in my chest did the two stunning women in front of me truly come into focus. The surrounding scenery looked like the opulent bedroom of a noble from a medieval film. And the two Saintesses—Isabel and Noa—wore the revealing outfits of courtesans meant to serve the master of this room. The more I studied their attire, the more perfectly it matched the decadent setting. From the way they spoke, they felt no discomfort at all with the situation or their own revealing clothes.
Maybe their minds had been altered to fit the scene…? Whatever. I’d find out by testing it.
“Then let’s have some fun… Do whatever you want.”
“Yes, Master… Hehe…♡”
I deliberately lowered my voice into something deep and majestic to match the roleplay, then sat awkwardly on the edge of the massive bed behind me. Isabel gave me a bewitching smile, set the wine bottle and glass she carried beside me, and glided away, her translucent robe fluttering. Noa, on the other hand, let out a sultry laugh and sat right next to me, placing the basket of fruit on her own lap. She deliberately pressed her breasts against my forearm and laid a hand—adorned with golden rings and white fabric—on my chest.
Our eyes met. Hers were half-lidded, heavy with seduction. The makeup around them was designed to captivate men, and a sweet fragrance drifted from her skin.
“Hehe… Please enjoy yourself to the fullest…♡”
Noa’s lewd whisper brushed my ear along with the breeze, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. I felt her smooth hand slide from my chest to my stomach, then lower, until five white fingers coiled around my cock like snakes. Blood rushed downward instantly.
Crack!
My attention, which had been locked on Noa, snapped toward the clear, elegant snapping sound. Isabel stood a short distance away, flicking her fingers and glancing back at me. She pulled out a small bottle and sprayed its contents over her body. The clear pink liquid soaked into the thin fabric barely covering her breasts, clinging to her hardened nipples and flushed skin. A soft vanilla scent reached me even from five steps away. It had to be some kind of perfumed oil.
Isabel rubbed the fragrant oil across her stomach, breasts, and underarms while looking straight at me with a smile. Her skin glistened under the moonlight, reflecting it so brightly it almost hurt to watch. As the crackling of the torches grew louder, she began to dance, her silver hair swaying.
A lively yet sticky melody floated in from somewhere the moment she moved. This wasn’t an elegant dance—it was a shameless, explicit performance meant to arouse men. She raised her arms to expose the sensitive skin of her underarms connected to the swell of her breasts, then ran her hands down her own curves to guide my gaze, ending with a vulgar wiggle of her hips.
I stared, entranced, until a soft sensation on my cock made me turn back.
“Your cock is so magnificent, Master… Does this lowly one’s dance please you…?♡”
By now, the precum beading at my tip had trickled down, staining Noa’s pure-white hand. She didn’t seem to mind the filthy fluid at all. While stroking me, she nodded toward Isabel.
“Please leave the service of your lower half to me. You should enjoy the stage, Master…”
Gluck, squelch, slap!
“Ugh…!”
Noa pumped her hand up and down my shaft, slipping her fingers under the foreskin to rub the sensitive spots, then covering the entire head with her palm while licking my chest. The vanilla scent grew stronger. A glistening ass appeared right in front of me, swaying seductively. If I just reached out a little farther, I could touch it. The flesh was warmer than the night air, incredibly soft and smooth.
“Mmm…♡ Hoo, ah…”
Isabel glanced back at me, biting her lower lip and shivering at my touch. Noa silently toyed with the head of my cock a few more times before pulling her hand away. A huge, soft ass suddenly dropped onto my slick, twitching shaft. The oil coating Isabel’s rear spread across my skin as she continued her dance with my cock nestled between her cheeks.
Slap! Squelch, squelch!
“Ugh?! Hng…!”
“……♡”
Isabel braced her hands on my knees and kept shaking her ass while Noa continued licking and caressing my chest. There was no way I could hold back any longer.
“Kgh?!”
“Ah…♡ So hot…”
Thick, white semen splattered across Isabel’s snowy-white ass. The smiling courtesan scooped up the seed of lust covering her rear with her fingers and brought it to her lips. Even while still cumming, she kept rubbing her ass against my cock, flashing a seductive smile. This was no longer the Isabel I had first met. The creature before me was a female who lived to flirt with men, milk them for money and cum—a whore-courtesan who sold her body to nobles.
“I’ll clean you up… Excuse me for a moment… Slurp…♡”
“Ugh, wait—!”
Noa pulled my cum-covered cock from between Isabel’s cheeks, knelt in front of me, and lifted the veil covering her mouth. Her eyes were drenched in lust as she slowly swallowed my shaft into her warm, wet throat.
“Glurk, slurp, chuup, mmm…♡”
This was far too intense to call it mere cleaning. Noa licked every trace of filth from beneath the head and even inside the urethra. The pleasure of her pursed lips and long tongue coiling around my sensitive glans made me clutch the sheets. But the courtesans’ service wasn’t over. Isabel, having wiped the semen from her ass, sat beside me.
“Master, how did you like my dance…? If there is anything you desire, please tell me at any time. I have sworn deep in my soul to learn true happiness from you and to offer my entire being to you♡ Shall I serve you with my mouth this time? Or would you prefer my pussy? My rear hole? Please love whichever part you wish as much as you like…♡”
Isabel clasped my hand tightly and slowly guided it toward her own pussy. The soft fabric at my fingertips was already soaked. A sweet moan tickled my ear.
“Aah…”
She began masturbating by rubbing her prominent clit against my fingers, lifting her hips with obvious pleasure. Isabel’s breasts pressed against my forearm, Noa’s tongue coiled around my cock, the slick nectar wetting my fingertips, and the thick vanilla scent filling the entire room and my lungs—it all began to melt my brain. My mind filled with the thought that I wanted to stay here forever with them.
Sticky, warm, tension-melting pleasure flooded me. I pressed down on Noa’s head and pulled Isabel into my arms.
“Mmph…♡ Gulp, chuuuup… Slurp…♡”
“Aah, Master… My Master… Hngh♡”
“………”
Paradise. That was the perfect word for this space. I was drowning in carnal paradise, enjoying the pleasure beneath the bodies of two beautiful courtesans—when a buzzing vibration, an all-too-familiar cracking sound, slammed into my skull.
“…Where the hell did you disappear to after setting up this whole scene…” I answered the voice ringing directly inside my head. The hazy fog in my mind cleared slightly. When I looked around, Isabel and Noa had frozen again.
“………”
“Only me and the Saintesses can enter? Then what happens to the original Room 402?”
Other humans couldn’t perceive it. Only the Saintesses and I could enter. Just like the mask said, this space was the ultimate safe house for me. There were plenty of advantages…
“Shut up. And if you had something like this, you should’ve given it to me sooner…”
“What does that mean?”
“You son of a bitch. If you peek inside my head again without permission, I’m done with all of this.”
The mask had caught me thinking about embarrassing fantasies, and I ended up looking ridiculous. It cackled and mocked me with a singsong “Yeees~ Yeees~”. I clicked my tongue at it and looked down at the card that had somehow appeared in my hand.
…So it could do that too…
“That’s a pretty cheap reason.”
I scratched my head at the mask’s voice and stood up from the bed. After climbing down from the enormous bed that required actual steps to get off, I descended the stairs. Sure enough, an old door stood perfectly intact behind the bed. A crumbling wall and a door that looked unnaturally placed. There was nothing beyond the door… What could possibly be there?
It felt like being told to look for light in the void. I pushed the handle anyway. As expected, darkness filled my vision, along with a wooden floor so old it creaked under my feet. The space was thick with acrid dust. I pinched my nose and shouted at the invisible ceiling.
“There’s nothing here? What are you talking about?”
I narrowed my eyes at the mask’s words and scanned the room. A broken bookshelf, spiderwebs, a rusted bucket, old books, a torn bed. The deeper I stepped into the space that clearly hadn’t been lived in for a very long time, the more my eyes were drawn to one wall.
“…What the hell is this…”
The entire wall, stained gray with age, was covered in masks. Dozens of them—identical to the one I possessed—hung there. Old wooden masks painted white, strange characters carved into their backs.