A moment later, Azalea fell asleep, likely from exhaustion.

Selene, who had been sitting like a royal princess, then stood, though her legs looked weak, as if she’d just run a marathon. Carrying Azalea shouldn’t have had such an effect, but Selene’s physical condition was probably lacking when it came to outdoor activities.

Her untrained body resulted in virtually no physical ability. It was possible she never engaged in any physical activity in her daily life. All I could imagine was a frequently sickly royal princess, confined to her bed—like Aurora, again.

"What are you staring at?" Selene snapped, putting on a sour face. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"Nothing, it’s fine." I could only deflect, though she surely knew what I was thinking.

"Really?" she said, stepping closer, tilting her head slightly, a smirk playing on her lips. There was a sweet cunning in her eyes—like a cat who knew its prey couldn’t escape.

"Yes, really."

Without warning, she kissed my lips. It was warm, soft, but also demanding. Her tongue entered and explored without permission, as if to ensure I couldn’t deny anything.

The faint sound of our kiss—wet, intimate, oddly absurd—filled the previously silent room. One of my hands caressed her face; the other felt her chest, sensing her rapidly beating heart—whether from anger, embarrassment, or... well, that.

We were lost in that contact for a moment, until she finally pulled away, slightly breathless but still dominant.

"You liar."

Wait... what did she mean?

I didn’t understand what she was on about. Not because I was pretending to be stupid, but... the kiss and the accusation seemed to come from two different dimensions.

There was no context. Or perhaps, I was simply too slow to grasp it.

"What are you talking about, my love, Selene?" I asked, my tone teasing, playing it safe a bit. But I knew she’d read it as a diversion.

Her face changed.

Somehow, her previously pampered expression transformed into charming annoyance.

"You did this on purpose, didn’t you? How could you say that and tell Azalea to help me? You really are cunning and evil, even more than me."

Right after that, she threw off my blanket. And—yes, I was caught.

A pair of legs that should still have been full of wounds were now clean, barely showing any traces of the recent battle.

Oops.

Honestly, if I had been upfront about it from the beginning, the situation might have been far more complicated. But it turns out—whether luck or instinct—my recovery process was faster than expected. And yes... I was curious.

Amidst the conversation between Azalea, Helena, and me earlier, I had quietly activated one of my Transcription modifications.

Subversion: Biochemistry.

It wasn’t ordinary regeneration, but controlled cellular stimulation.

Instead of passively accelerating healing, I actively regulated the growth of biological tissue—adjusting, modifying, and even synchronizing the function of my white blood cells to react as I desired. I guess... that sounds impressive, doesn’t it?

But in reality? I just felt a tickling sensation as the damaged tissue began to form new layers. It felt strange, like an unscratchable itch under the skin, because, yes, I felt it too—part of my energy flowed directly with those cells.

There was a subtle connection. An internal symbiosis between will and body, as if I could feel what these cells were feeling, from their stress to its health condition and healing progress.

I felt immediate relief, sensing my oath had been fulfilled now that we had kissed. But then, Selene’s quiet fury began to bubble, turning her passively aggressive.

Her hand slipped down, expertly finding my crotch.

"Well... I also swore to fuck you until dry once we got back," she whispered into my ear, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

"So, I want the most honest confession from you, right now."

Dread instantly filled me, and I shivered uncontrollably. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how wild this was about to get.

Then, she took Mytheia with her other hand, muttering incantations, and brought her to the Void Rifter. This was going to be a dual interrogation, it seemed.

While Mytheia was... occupied, I knew what she was on about now.

Selene intended to grill me about my past—more precisely, the true story of my love life with Satoko and why I had hidden it, pretending our relationship was merely that of teacher and student.

A few seconds after, we finally arrived to that so-called empty colorless space.

The Void Rifter

The most absurd place ever created—by her, ironically.

A stagnant dimension where time freezes, energy doesn’t flow freely, and reality... is locked between a heartbeat and shame.

I lay in the center of the stasis circle, my entire body sprawled—or rather, presented. It was like a spiritual operating table on a transparent altar, and Selene stood on a Void platform as if she were a priestess, executioner, and a scorned lover all in one.

She didn’t touch me immediately. No—she stared first. For a very long time.

"Are you ready?" she asked, not with a romantic tone, but flat.

Clinical. Like a dentist who knows their patient has a severe cavity.

"I..." I swallowed. "I surrender."

"Good."

"Because tonight, I want to know everything."

"And I want you to be honest. Completely."

"Otherwise... your body will lie to you again."

And she began. Her hand touched my stomach, then moved down, pressing softly. But each movement... wasn’t stimulation. This was... a summoning of trauma.

"First..."

"Did Satoko kiss you first, or did you kiss her?"

I gritted my teeth. "I... she did."

"Pupil reflex dilated. A lie."

"Again."

"I DID!" I screamed, my breath catching as her fingers pressed precisely on my crotch that made my body arch.

"Okay, I started it! Are you satisfied now?!"

"No," she replied. Then moved lower.

"You said it was an experiment?"

"Which part was experimental? The position? Body temperature? Or the timing of your climax when you whispered her name?"

I nearly exploded from embarrassment.

"THAT... THAT WAS... PART OF... BIOLOGY LESSON!"

"Funny," she whispered, kissing the nape of my neck. "Why did you whisper her name like... a death spell? As if your body craving for more."

I fell silent. My body began to tremble. Her fingers were still working, deeply inside me but not to please. To dissect. To pry.

"Tell me. Your last scene before she left."

I bit my lip. Blood. But I spoke. "He said... he was sorry. But he had to go. Because... because he knew... I wouldn’t be able to follow him without sacrificing myself."

"And you?" she asked softly.

Her hand now touched my flat chest.

My heartbeat went wild. "What did you say?"

I stared blankly upwards. "I said... ’If this is the last time, I don’t want to regret it.’"

Selene let out a soft sigh. Her fingers stopped. But her kiss moved down to my neck, then my chest, then—

"You know," she said, her voice almost sad.

"You’re... really terrible as a lover. But incredible as a liar."

I gave a bitter smile. "Thank you. Is that a compliment or an insult?"

"Both."

And finally... she merged with me. It wasn’t just physical. The pressure, the interrogation, the vengeance, and a shattered, painful affection all spilled over my body. Every movement, every thrust, wasn’t erotic—it was an audit.

She read my reactions, the tone of my breath, the frequency of my whimpers, even when I bit my tongue from shame.

She wasn’t making love. She was... flaying me.

"Who said ’I love you’ first?" she asked as her rhythm slowed, allowing my body to relax for a moment before assaulting it again.

"...I did."

"Why?"

"Because... I was afraid she’d leave if I didn’t confess."

"And now?" she whispered in my ear. "If I leave?"

I held my breath. "...You can’t leave."

She was silent for a moment. And this time, her kiss... wasn’t interrogative. But... an acknowledgment.

As Selene continued to get wilder, stripping both of us naked with an intensity that promised no escape, she grew even more annoyed.

My past acting skills, it seemed, were a curse. I tried to lie again, a desperate attempt to cling to my fabricated narrative, and it only served to further incense her. Her grip on my crotch tightened, becoming almost aggressive.

"You were so convincing, weren’t you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Claiming your relationship with Satoko was just teacher and student. Even lying about never having fucked or lost your virginity before."

"As I said before that was just an experiment," I blurted out, a pathetic defense.

Selene sneered, a chilling, knowing glint in her eyes. "Oh, an experiment that almost led to having a baby, huh?"

"It’s like it submits," she accused, her voice cutting through the rising tension, "like a sex slave controlled by its master."

No, it’s not like that!

She really had the audacity to claim that my body—the very one she was currently inhabiting and using—reacted strangely whenever Satoko’s name was mentioned.