Volume 1 - The Secret of the House of Toria
On Lea’s twentieth birthday, the mysterious Library of Ecstasy opens its doors, cloaked in impure intentions. At that moment, the second hand of fate’s clock begins to tick, marking the start of a transformation that will change her destiny forever.
[This is the first tale of the Library of Ecstasy series—
The Secret of the House of Toria.]
The story follows Lea as she uncovers the forbidden truths hidden within the Toria family.
Her body, roughly handled and thrust into unfamiliar ecstasy, begins to respond against her will.
Each pounding, like the relentless beat of a millstone, sends shivers through her entire being. The sensations—impossible to describe with mere words—consume her completely.
The pain she once felt when she first surrendered to this darkness has long since vanished. All that remains is the overwhelming pleasure—and Leahfinds herself drawn to it.
“Ha… I’m going crazy. This is the first time I’ve ever felt like this.”
“Me too. Julianne, you’re really the best.”
But Lea isn’t the woman he names. Still, it doesn’t matter.
In that moment, the pleasure is hers alone—undeniable and absolute.
Volume 2 - The Tyrant's Garden
"How dare you embrace me with the filthy body that’s held another man. You're really fearless."
Bailey's eyes widened instantly.
She had no idea what he was talking about.
"So? Did you enjoy your secret rendezvous under the moonlight? I should’ve realized about the Empress’s lewdness earlier. No wonder you’re so skilled at accepting a man."
Bailey bristled at that insult.
Why was she being threatened in the middle of the night and subjected to such vulgar accusations? No matter how much she thought about it, it made no sense.
It felt like she was trapped in a terrible, yet a brutal dream.
"Let’s see, how indecently your pussy throbs after being denied a release."
“Ah, Your Majesty!”
In a flash, he threw Bailey onto the bed and forced her down, while roughly lifting her skirt.
Pik, Ramos scoffed.
"You’re wet."
“Your Majesty, that’s…”
Ignoring whatever Bailey tried to say, he thrust his fingers into her.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, not in a situation like this—but despite being shameful, Bailey let out a moan. Ashamed of her reaction, she bit her lower lip hard.
"With how much you enjoy a man, how did you hold back all those years? I suppose it’s only natural that you couldn’t."
With a blank expression, he added more fingers, stimulating her.
When his fingertips reached a certain deep spot, he hooked them and scratched. A rush of fluid gushed out.
Though humiliated, her body—already trained by Ramos—trembled with pleasure.
“Please… Your Majesty. Don’t do this.”
"Why? Am I not better than your lovers?"
And thus Bailey's suffering begins...
Volume 3 - The Doll House
Despite the rushed penetration and lack of tender foreplay, their bodies ignited as though they had been yearning forever.
“Haa…”
Lea’s hips moved more violently, driven by the electric thrill that exploded through her skull. Her rhythm quickened, desperate to push Luca over the edge.
“Ah—ah! Ha!”
This was the end.
Lea collapsed into his arms with a gasp at the height of climax, her body crumbling like a marionette with cut strings. Sleep overtook her instantly. She had no doubt that when she opened her eyes again, she would be back in the library where she belonged.
* * *
The shimmering halo of light that once bathed the library had vanished, leaving behind a heavy silence. Then—
The door creaked open.
A figure entered.
Lea lay slumped over the desk, as if in an impossibly deep slumber.
“Told you. It wouldn’t be that easy.”
No answer came from Lea. That silence said everything.
Despite all the right conditions being met this time… she hadn’t awakened.
“Congratulations. You’ve fallen into a sleep that never ends.”
The voice was chilling, its tone colder than ice, devoid of any trace of warmth.
Volume 4 - Ravishment
Until now, Lea had possessed enough bodies and lived through enough narratives to believe she had grown used to the shifting rules of these worlds— even it has hardened her. She thought she was prepared for anything.
She was wrong.
This time, she found herself caught off guard. The sudden, near-violent advance from Isaac shook her to the core. Panic took hold of her. Her body reacted instinctively—she struggled, clawed, kicked. But her resistance was no match for a man who was carved of muscle and ruthless intent.
“If you need someone to blame…”
His cool, biting voice sliced through the air as his hot mouth lifted from her trembling neck.
“…then curse the brother and fiancé you’ll be meeting soon enough.”
They’re the ones who delivered you to this fate.
Lea froze. Her breath caught. Their eyes met—and for a moment, time stood still.
Isaac’s crimson gaze, once hard and cold, now trembled with sadness that made her heart lurch. Was that sorrow? A Regret?
And yet, despite everything, Lea couldn’t look away.
Her pulse thundered in her chest—an inexplicable storm of emotion that she couldn’t name. Her brows furrowed slightly as a chill worked its way down her spine.
That look in his eyes… was it mirroring my own emotions?
It was full of... Regret.
A kind of guilt that sinks into your bones— it was bitter and suffocating. A regret too late to undo the damage.
But what was he regretful about?
Lea, though shaken, met his gaze without flinching. Even as fear clung to her skin like sweat, she stared up at him, proud and unyielding.
Isaac’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile.
He hated that look.
That dignified defiance.
The way she clung to grace even in the face of degradation.
As if it changed anything.
As if being Philip Kolstad’s sister didn’t already make her stained or tainted.
Teaser:
Lea remains lost in an eternal sleep—trapped between the stories and her forgotten reality. Even she, who once navigated these worlds with grace and composure, begins to unravel in the face of a devastating truth.
What is the secret behind her fate?
And will she ever make it back?
Volume 5 - Finale
The story isn’t over yet.
This is the end—Finale—of The Library of Ecstasy.
She thought it was over.
That everything had been resolved and she could finally return to her ordinary life.
But she was wrong.
Each night, the same nightmare gripped her—always beginning with Isaac’s voice.
A voice that clung to her, dragged her down, and refused to let her go.
Then one day, Lea’s body began to change.
Unexplainable, undeniable.
That was when she knew:
There was one last story left unfinished.
It was the story of Isaac and Ella.
And she was the one who had to end it.
Even if it meant returning to that world.
Even if it meant facing the danger again.
So she chose it—
To go back.
To finish what had been left undone.
But the question remains:
Can Lea bring the final chapter to a close and safely return to the world that she once called her home?
