Chapter 422: [Pheromones: Infinite Control] I stood frozen in the gym closet, the towel hanging forgotten in my hand. The system’s words hung in the air, their implications unfolding like a cosmic blueprint in my mind. [Pheromones Infinite Control First Description: Not all women like Yuri or to self-pleasure during orgies and prefer your touch. Although the Pheromones provide 50% of your phantom touch, it feels inadequate to them, especially when they see you doing the real thing to their sisters. The 50% feels useless compared to the real thing. Infinity Master: With your thoughts, you can fill the room with a fog of pheromones. Whoever the pheromones touch will feel the same effects of your hands, your mouth, or other intimacy that their sister is receiving. When you kiss one, the others will feel that kiss too. When you touch a clit or taste a pussy, her sisters will feel their own pussies consumed by your tongue. And you, in turn, will feel the taste of them all.] I stood frozen in the gym closet, the towel hanging forgotten in my hand. The system’s words hung in the air, their implications unfolding like a cosmic blueprint in my mind. Infinity Master. The scale of it was staggering. I had always known the system was a fusion of Tech and Fantasy—a supernatural force woven with technological principles this world couldn’t even conceive of. This confirmed it. The rewards, even the system shop, were a blend of godly supernatural power, abilities and even the shop and hyper-advanced tech. This ability, this Infinite Pheromones Control, was pure fantasy, a sex god-like power over perception and sensation. Infinity Master. The mechanics were an exquisite solution to the problem I’d felt keenly yesterday. The silent, lost look in Sofia’s eyes—my Little Ghost—when I was focused on others. She didn’t want Yuri; she wanted me. The 50% phantom touch was a cruel tease when she could see Janet getting all of me. She didn’t want Yuri; she wanted me. This new ability meant no woman would ever feel neglected again. They would all feel the full, real-time echo of my touch, my kiss, my worship, until their turn for the physical reality came. When I was buried pleasured one woman, the others would feel the ghost of my presence, a perfect mimicry of the sensation, keeping them on the edge of bliss. This was how I would satisfy hundreds. Not just with my body, but with the omnipresent, tangible echo of my desire. And the fact that I would taste all of them simultaneously... it was the ultimate sensory symphony for a god. And I... I would taste them all. A symphony of flavors on a phantom tongue. It was a solution to a problem I’d felt keenly yesterday. By filling a room with the fog of my pheromones, I could project the intimate actions I performed on one lover onto all the others. When my mouth closed over Isabella’s breast, Anya would feel the same suction. When my fingers worked inside Luna, Victoria would feel the same precise, curling pressure. But my analyst’s mind immediately noted a key omission: the system didn’t mention them feeling the full, stretching penetration of my cock when I was inside another woman. And I welcomed that limitation. When it came to that ultimate act, I didn’t want them to feel it. I wanted them to have the real thing—their own pussies stretched and filled by me, personally. That final claiming was mine alone to give. This ability wasn’t for that. It was a solution to a more immediate problem: the torture of neglect. I saw Sofia’s face from yesterday—my Little Ghost, so crazy for me that she became lost when my attention was elsewhere. I’d ordered some of the women to pleasure each other, but for those like Sofia, that was a pale substitute she did not like. I had felt the pending problem when I got too many women. Realistically, at my absolute peak, I could only pleasure six or seven at once. But what about the others? The ones waiting their turn, especially those who only wanted my touch and no one else’s? Would they just have to watch? Touch themselves? The very idea of it felt like a profound failure. Compared to the intensity of what I could do to them, any alternative was a pale imitation, a stark inadequacy. And I hated inadequacy. It was an insult to them and a failure of my purpose. This ability was a bridge. It would keep all of them moaning, feeling my hands and my mouth on them, until I could physically reach them. It solved the math problem of a harem: how to keep twenty women in a state of ecstasy when I only have two hands and one cock. Now, when I focused on a handful, the rest wouldn’t just be waiting; they’d be experiencing a version of my touch so real it would feel like I was with them. It eradicated the inadequacy I hated. It was the first, masterful step toward truly satisfying a multitude. A new chime echoed. [Ding! Lust Presence upgraded.] Again? [Description: Master can now exude Pheromones with Lust Presence instead of relying on Pheromones alone. This allows for targeted application. You can choose who feels the full effects, while others merely sense the aura of Lust Presence without the physiological overwhelm of the Pheromones. Intensify: You control the intensity, from a subtle whisper to an overwhelming tsunami, for the chosen target. Note: Pheromones remain contingent on pre-existing attraction. They amplify; they do not create. They continue to respect your foundational consent preferences.] A slow smile spread across my face. Perfection. This was the control I craved. Now, I wasn’t just broadcasting a signal to everyone. I could be a sniper. I could be in a room with Charlotte and Linda, and with a thought, wrap Linda in a cocoon of subtle, warming pheromones that gently stoked her hidden embers, while Charlotte felt only the ambient, non-effective aura of my presence. Or, during a one-on-one with Sarah, I could dial the intensity to "overwhelming" to help her feel even better, without affecting anyone else in the mansion. It was the ultimate tool for curation. For the women who needed a slow, natural burn, I could minimize my influence, letting true connection grow. For those ready to be consumed, I could unleash the full, glorious storm. The system wasn’t just making me a sex god. It was making me a connoisseur of desire, a maestro of intimacy. And with these new abilities, the composition I could conduct was limitless. The future of the Liberation Church had just become infinitely more interesting.