Morally Decadent Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 I like to think of myself as a very rational woman. Fuck! Who am I kidding? I'm the kind of person therapists makes millions from. In less than twenty-four hours, I had made a string of bad decisions that were more than enough to qualify me for my own reality show. And now, I was standing right in the middle, the consequences staring at me in the form of two really hot men. At least I've got good taste in men. Jesus, Daisy. Focus!

It was a place where money flowed like water, and morality was a distant memory. We stepped further into the labyrinth of luxury and corruption. Our eyes adjusted to the dim, smoky light. Young women, clad in little more than suggestive lingerie, draped themselves over the arms of the wealthy patrons. Their laughter was as hollow as the casino’s glittering façade. The scene was a twisted playground of indulgence and moral decay. I felt a shiver crawl down my spine as I took in the sight of men who had their limbs broken for their inability to pay debts. Their pain was a stark contrast to the opulence surrounding them.

“Dear Charles, your words are true. Those nude women are notorious rough group. They are strippers and could do any unpleasant thing to get money. I had never been a stripper. I was born in an oriental family with sagacity, when the rigidness was peculiar among the modern women, when infidelity was a rare phenomenon. When womanhood was respected, and amoral love had not been common, when husbands kept their vows and when women took great care of their erred and roaming daughters. The frequent of moral decay among men and women of this modern age has driven them to the point of insanity. It has caused most of the heartaches in the world and has also led to many broken wedlock.”

Stella shrieked, winding up for another slap. Laurent dodged, and soon they were clawing at each other like wildcats. I watched the circus without a shred of emotion, just like the rubberneckers around me. Miriam barreled in, joining her daughter to pummel Laurent. "This is all your fault, you homewrecking gigolo! You ruined my daughter's marriage! If we can't be happy, neither will you!" Miriam was built like an ox, with the strength of a grown man.

“Not to crush others or feed selfish ambition.” Drusden let out a low chuckle. “Can you blame us, salamander?” he said, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling slowly. “The world is corrupt. It always has been. Nothing good or righteous survives for long. Sooner or later, it rots. That’s human nature for you—” he paused, “everything they touch eventually decays.” Gildeon stayed silent. He didn’t want to agree, but Drusden wasn’t entirely wrong. Lower mortals had once been pure, but the moment they’d tasted power beyond their grasp, they let it devour them.

This was how it was theorized that the system had been existing for so long. The great and mysterious entity was called Promiscuity System' — officially. It was like a devil from dark fantasy stories, feeding on its hosts' evilness while letting them fulfill the desires of their heart. Its AIs always attached themselves to people that were only one inch away from breaking due to despair, hopelessness, fear, sadness, or anger. Then once these people did the wrong choice of accepting the system in their lives, it would lead them to a path of no return, accelerating the death of their morality and reason.... Until only insanity and a deep desire to destroy their lives and others' lives remain..

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, just like any other day. But inside, I was already dead. How I wished last night had only been a nightmare. Yes, I loved Max. And yes, I felt desire for his older brother, too. Double the pleasure would surely be harder to resist. But I had morals. I had shame. I was a human being. I couldn't sink into this. If I did, my life would mean nothing. No matter how much pleasure it brought, this kind of affair—one that destroyed love—was nothing but animal pleasure.

Hmmmm. I saw another in between a dark alley, as two teenage boys were waylaid and beaten to a pulp. Their belongings taken forcefully from them. This demon was fat, bulgy. With unnaturally large red eyes. I could spot him anywhere. Greed, the downfall of humanity. I saw so many, I lost count. From infidelity, to lust, to poverty to hopelessness and so many others I lost count of. I watched Israel fall, from lust and greed alone. The minor demons, caused the downfall of the most formidable army the dark forces have ever faced. I knew exactly what I had to do now. Even though deep down, I didn't want to do it. I lost my resolve, my will to fight.

Yet already the vapid salons titter over ‘entertaining spectacle’ and ‘that delightful creature's charming notoriety’ as though discussing the weather or colony atrocities buried conveniently overseas. Were worth and innocence not sacred to these jaded ostriches self-entombed by privilege pretending hideous corruption away, there to fester role scabbing daily walk wounded and invisible so the ruling echelons rest untouched by inconvenient suffering? I wanted to weep or rend fine garments shouting raw fury until marble facades cracked under such entrenched evil. But outward discipline held rigid save white knuckles betraying righteous rage that dared not speak its name fully yet. These painte

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.