Spent the day 'researching' at Eldoris's most notorious underground shop. The proprietor, a wizened old gnome, sold me a small, enchanted crystal he called a 'Soulstone Echo.' Said it could capture and replay moments of intense physical sensation. 'For therapeutic purposes, of course,' he winked.

Back at the inn, I locked my door and tested it. Pressed it to my temple and focused on the memory of Alisson's thigh grinding against me during our sparring match. The crystal glowed, and for a perfect, terrifying second, the phantom heat and pressure bloomed between my legs all over again, so vivid I gasped and came in my smallclothes.

This is a new level of fucked up. We have a Demon King to kill, a goddess to appease, and a secret that could shatter our party. And I'm using forbidden magic items to get off to memories of my best friends. The worst part? I'm already fantasizing about what I could capture next. The feel of Mikazuki's wings brushing my skin. The exact, sharp sting of Ash's fangs before she healed the marks. The sound of Chris's breathy little moans if I ever got her under me.

This crystal is a problem. It's also the most honest thing I own in this world. It doesn't lie about what I am: a hero-in-training who'd trade a kingdom for one more real taste of their pussies.