My breathing was still unstable. Trembling.

Not from the cold—but from something far deeper: anxiety.

"Are you really not going to tell me about that monster?" I asked, barely a whisper.

There was no answer. Only the soft sound of fabric rustling as Selene moved.

I glanced back. She was lying casually, one leg bent up, the other dangling from the emergency cot. She looked... content? Or just pretending?

"I don’t like being lied to, Selene," I said again, this time with a hint of a challenge in my tone.

Selene turned her head, her eyes narrowing. There was a small smile on her lips—a smile as thin as a surgeon’s scalpel.

"And I don’t like being questioned like a child," she retorted. Light, but cold.

I bit my lip.

Okay, from now on, I knew I had to be careful.

"Why did you have to force it so much earlier?" I asked softly.

"What?" She slowly sat up, then leaned against the wall. Her hair fell messily, covering half her face. "You said that was forcing it?"

"I didn’t say that."

She chuckled softly.

"Because if you felt it was forced, you wouldn’t have been screaming and asking to continue."

Damn it. My face immediately flushed.

Selene got down from the cot. Her steps were light, as if not touching the ground. She walked towards me, looking at me from behind.

"So, you lied about anything else?"

"I..."

I couldn’t answer.

Selene was standing behind me now. My body tensed. I knew she was going to do something.

"I just want to know you’re honest, Kairi," she whispered, right behind my ear. Her breath touched my skin like a hot mist piercing my nerves.

"Why do you have to think about Satoko, or a monster, or whoever, if you yourself can’t even be honest about yourself?"

"I already—"

"No. Not yet."

Her hand touched my shoulder. Then slowly moved down my arm. Then to my waist.

I held my breath.

"Why did you say your mother was a devil?"

Selene asked softly, but firmly. "When you know you don’t completely hate her."

My body started to sweat.

Selene squatted down, facing me directly. Her eyes looked into mine. Deep. Straight. Without blinking.

"Or are you perhaps afraid of becoming like her?"

I wanted to refute it. But my tongue was tied.

"Afraid that one day you’ll also hurt someone like she hurt you? Afraid that you’re also a monster?"

Her hand now touched my thigh again. I instinctively pushed it away, but weakly. Her fingers were too cold. Too calm.

She said nothing, just looked at me. Making sure I could escape—but chose not to.

A silence hung for five seconds.

Then, without warning, she pulled my body closer. Our breaths almost merged.

"If you truly want to talk about the truth..." she whispered softly in my ear.

"Let’s start with your body once again."

It seemed Selene still wasn’t letting up. As if she hadn’t given up yet.

Because after that, it wasn’t just one or two fingers she inserted—but three at once.

Could an interrogation be this erotic and wild?

"Ugh, ahhh, now what?! I ALREADY TOLD YOU ABOUT SATOKO, AHH!"

I couldn’t take it anymore. The way she stirred inside me... was truly sadistic.

It was as if she wasn’t satisfied yet, still wanting to dig deeper—searching for something hidden, something about who I really was.

My body trembled, caught between pleasure and pain. Strange. But pleasurable. But also painful.

"Oh, you think that’s enough about Satoko, do you, darling?" she whispered, soft, tempting.

"Of course not, stupid." The same words changed tone—flat, cold, intimidating.

She moved closer and gently bit my ear, which was now wet with sweat and her hot breath.

"If I were a guy, you’d definitely have lost your virginity the first time we fucked."

Immediately, goosebumps ran up my arms. Crazy. Was she always this frank about sex?

"Alright, I’ll continue..."

"You said your mother was evil, uncaring, like a devil, and so on."

Damn it.

Curse me.

Forgive me, Mom, your child is despicable. I can’t make you happy. And I deliberately said that because if she found out...

Something like this would definitely happen.

"So why is your monologue so inconsistent? You even called her your nightmare?"

I could only stay silent. I didn’t know how to answer.

"ANS-WER ME, my darling~..."

Her words followed right as her middle finger nearly touched my hymen. Or rather, she was now tracing the most fragile part of me.

My body immediately tensed and squirmed.

"OKAY, I lied! But it’s for the good—ahh nggh~!"

Her tongue licked my ear, which was sensitive to the slightest touch.

"What goods? Could it be that you don’t dislike your mother, but just don’t want her to interfere?"

Wait a minute. There must be a misunderstanding here. I never said I hated her. I said something else.

"No, I never said that."

"Then what?"

"I love her. Honestly. If you want to know, I believe she loves me too. But only because I’m her only child."

"And you can feel it yourself, right? Aren’t you also an only child?"

Selene immediately fell silent. Her breathing sounded heavy. She swallowed, though faintly.

Then she pulled out her fingers—wet from exploring the deepest part of me.

"I don’t want to hear that from a child whose parents are still complete."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you forget? My father went nowhere. No—our father, Kairi."

Oh, right... that’s true.

Ferry Eryndell Veylith. The legendary healer.

Hearing that, a memory was triggered in my head.

I then got up. Our positions were now reversed—I was now on top of her.

"Speaking of that..."

"Kairi, don’t even dare to—ahh~! Hey, that tickles~"

I squeezed her chest, and began to suck slowly.

"So, who is that monster?"

"Figure it out yourself, detective—nggghhh...ahhhh~ so good..."

Serves her right. Feel that.

My fingers slowly, gently but surely, began to explore her crotch.

One by one, they went inside. By the way, Selene’s pussy was quite deep.

"Hey, stop~! Ngggh... you won’t get anything. That’s part of the contract with the monster!"

Huh?

My hand stopped, and I looked into her eyes.

"You mean it’s a secret?"

"Yes. Unless the monster agrees, you won’t get any answers."

"In that case, use Mytheia to contact them."

"Do you consider Mytheia the same as a smartphone now?"

Oh, right... clearly not.

Mytheia isn’t an ordinary signal communication device. Its very nature is far from just a communication object.

"Then how?"

"We have to do a ritual first. And it can’t be inside the Void Rifter."

"Why?"

"Because the message won’t reach that monster."

We went silent.

Honestly, this is somewhat useless.

Let’s just get into the action, shall we?