CHAPTER 400: LA CHERRY MALL - EROS TRANSFORMATION EXPLANATION

Like always, there was no better destination for shopping than La Cherry Mall. The place wasn’t just big—it was a small village masquerading as a shopping center, sprawling across enough real estate to house everything we could possibly need to buy in a single location.

The girls’ excitement was palpable, their chatter filling the car with anticipatory energy as we navigated through Lincoln Heights toward the massive complex.

"God, I hope they have that new Gucci collection in," Emma blurted, twisting a strand of hair.

"The one with the leather harness details?" Sarah added smoothly. "Priority one after shoes."

Since they already knew about my dual nature, I decided it was time. Time to be Eros again.

The transformation rippled through me like liquid fire, my body reshaping into its divine configuration. I hadn’t changed since the Taboo System’s awakening, and the effect was immediate and overwhelming. A pulse of raw lust aura exploded outward from my form, washing over everyone in the vehicle like a physical wave.

The girls moaned—simultaneously, involuntarily, their bodies responding to the supernatural emanation before their minds could process what was happening. I couldn’t help but laugh at their synchronized reaction, the sound deeper and more resonant in this form.

"OH!" Emma gasped, spine arching violently off the leather seat, hands flying to her throat. "Fuck—what is—?" Her words choked off as her entire body shuddered, nipples visibly hardening through her thin top.

Beside her, Sarah cried out, "Peter—" fingernails digging crescents into the dashboard. Her breath hitched, then came in ragged pants, eyes wide and stunned as the aura saturated her. "It’s... inside me," she whispered, disoriented.

Even Charlotte who had witnessed this, usually unflappable, jerked against the window, a low uhn escaping her lips as her knuckles whitened on the door handle. "Felt that... like static electricity," she managed, voice tight, staring at me.

This was the new Eros after the Taboo. The beauty and effects were more intense.

Laughter rumbled in my chest—deeper, resonant, vibrating the airframe. "Still getting used to Eros, ladies?" Hearing that voice—as mine, yet not—sent fresh tremors through them.

It took several minutes for them to acclimate to the change, their breathing gradually returning to normal as they adjusted to Eros’s presence. Emma and Sarah, who’d been told about this transformation that first night, peppered me with questions they hadn’t asked then.

Their breathing slowed, flushed skin cooling. Emma finally found her voice, turning wide eyes on me.

"Okay, that? Wasn’t in the brochure last time." She reached out, fingers hovering over my forearm, now sculpted with veins like molten bronze beneath luminous skin. "It feels... different. Harder. Like touching warm stone."

Sarah’s analytical gaze was everywhere—the sharp line of my jaw, the impossible symmetry of my cheekbones, the faint shimmer in the air around me. "The cellular density... the energy output... it defies baseline physics," she murmured, awed. "It is you, Peter. Just... amplified. Refined to a terrifying degree."

She met my eyes.

Their curiosity was understandable—I couldn’t blame them.

Accepting my rapid evolution over mere weeks was already a stretch of belief. Adding the reality that my body could shift into this divine form, this godly being, pushed comprehension into territory that felt more like mythology than reality.

Luna had been among the skeptics, treating the whole thing as some kind of elaborate alter ego rather than physical transformation. Her doubt was reasonable. An alter ego made psychological sense. Actual bodily metamorphosis into divine perfection? That required faith in the impossible.

But this wasn’t an alter ego. This was me

—just me in a different configuration. Like a character in a novel transforming from human form into a towering asura with insane power. Same consciousness, same mind, just different architecture. The soul remained constant while the vessel evolved.

Charlotte shook her head, recovering her composure. "It isn’t even an alter ego either, although that would’ve made more sense in a clinical framework. Metabolic restructuring this radical? It belongs in mythology textbooks." She studied my hands which looked more better, smooth, slender than last time she saw me as Eros. "If I scanned you now, Peter, would the biometrics even register as human?"

Taboo had explained the mechanics during one of our mental exchanges. This Dark Lord Mode wasn’t some temporary power-up or theatrical costume. It was a glimpse of what my body would eventually become when I reached a certain evolutionary threshold.

The system had essentially given me access to my ultimate godly form ahead of schedule instead of slowly transforming there, letting me inhabit the endpoint before completing the journey.

I tried explaining this to the girls, though the concepts strained against the limitations of language.

Sarah, with her characteristic analytical precision, immediately identified the connection between Eros and Peter—the resemblance that suggested continuity rather than division.

She understood that when I reached whatever level constituted "godhood"—if I wasn’t dreaming this entire reality—the two forms would merge into one.

It was receiving the divine version of yourself before you were supposed to earn it, like being handed the final evolution in a game while still playing through the tutorial levels. The Dark Seduction System hadn’t bothered explaining these mechanics in detail, leaving me to puzzle through the metaphysics with Taboo’s occasional clarifications.

Even Eros Mode hadn’t reached its ultimate limit yet. According to Taboo, I didn’t need to hit that ceiling for the eventual merger to occur. The whole thing was difficult to articulate in terms that made logical sense.

The truest explanation I could construct: Eros represented my godly version, the endpoint of evolution, while Peter Carter mode was my normal body perpetually evolving toward that divine state.

One day—through leveling, through achievements, through whatever cosmic progression the systems measured—they would become indistinguishable.

Maybe that was the simplest way to frame it. The girls nodded, processing the explanation as best they could while still adjusting to the raw presence of Eros sitting among them.

We’d reached La Cherry Mall by then, the massive structure rising before us like a monument to consumer excess and architectural ambition. The parking structure alone could have housed a small neighborhood, multiple levels spiraling up and down to accommodate the endless stream of shoppers who treated this place like a pilgrimage site.

Emma and Sarah practically vibrated with excitement about meeting the other girls. The Lincoln Heights contingent—Isabella, Luna, Victoria, and the others—were already inside, waiting with whatever surprise they’d coordinated through their increasingly coordinated group chat dynamics.

The twins had been integrated into the broader constellation of my women, but this would be their first time meeting several of them in person, experiencing the reality of the harem structure beyond theoretical knowledge.

Their excitement was infectious, a reminder that despite the supernatural mechanics and cosmic implications, there was something fundamentally human about what we were building.

MY Women connecting, forming bonds, creating community around the gravitational center I represented.

And I, in my godly skin, was ready to hold court.