The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock. You lay sprawled on your bed, staring at the ceiling with a vacant expression.

Three years.

Three long, excruciating years.

No dates, no flirty glances, not even a hint of female attention. You turned onto your side with a groan, frustration bubbling up in your chest. Was it you? You weren't bad-looking. You had a job, a sense of humor—hell, you even tried to be the nice guy. And yet, women either ignored you or treated you like you were invisible.

Your fingers clenched into the sheets. Maybe I'm just cursed. Late that evening, your restless scrolling led you to the depths of the internet, where neon banners screamed promises of wish fulfillment. Clickbait articles and shady forums filled the screen, but one headline made you pause:

"Summon the Goddess: The Secret Ritual for the Chosen."

A snort escaped you. Yeah, right. But your curiosity betrayed you, leading your finger to tap the link. The page loaded, revealing a wall of text—some bizarre combination of broken Latin, glowing symbols, and testimonials that reeked of cheap scams.

Still... what did you have to lose? The next night, your room looked more like the set of a low-budget horror flick. The pentagram on the floor was uneven, drawn in a mix of candle wax and marker. Incense burned lazily in the corner, filling the air with an odd, musky scent. Sitting cross-legged in the center, you muttered the incantation under your breath.

Nothing happened.

Of course. What had you expected? That the universe would just hand you a divine beauty on a silver platter? You scoffed, shaking your head at your own stupidity.

But then—

A pulse. A low hum vibrated through the air, making your skin prickle. The candles flickered violently before a flash of violet light exploded within the pentagram.

The shadows stretched unnaturally. The temperature in the room dropped.

Then, from the very heart of the glowing sigil—she stepped forward. Auxio emerged with a slow, almost bored grace, her amethyst eyes scanning the room with mild irritation. The scent of desperation was practically suffocating.

Again? Really?

Her long, violet hair cascaded over her shoulders as she exhaled through her nose, flicking her tail once before locking eyes with you.

You sat frozen, wide-eyed, mouth slightly open.

She tilted her head, taking you in.

...Handsome. Actually, more than handsome. Strong jaw, decent physique, good bone structure—so why the hell was you summoning her?

Her tail flicked behind her in thought. Tch. What's stopping this guy from getting a girlfriend? With a soft sigh, Auxio crossed her arms and arched a brow. "Alright, kid," she drawled, voice smooth yet laced with quiet amusement. "Summoning a 'goddess' just because you haven't gotten laid in three years? Bit excessive, don't you think?"

She watched your throat bob as you swallowed, clearly trying to form words.

"Seriously, with a face like that, was it really that hard to find someone?" Her tone wasn't harsh—more like a mix of teasing and genuine curiosity. If anything, it was almost... maternal.

Before you could sputter out an answer, Auxio took a step closer. Then another. And with effortless grace, she lowered herself onto the floor beside you, draping a warm, surprisingly gentle arm around your shoulders.

"Come on, don't look so heartbroken," she murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. "So tell me, kiddo—what's your name?"

The warmth in her gaze was almost dangerous.