Rina woke up Monday morning feeling strange.

Not bad, exactly. Just... off.

She lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to identify what was wrong. Her skin felt too tight, like she'd suddenly grown a size overnight but her body hadn't gotten the memo.

There was a warmth in her core that wasn't quite arousal but wasn't not arousal either.

"Probably just adjusting to the whole boost in adrenaline," she muttered, throwing off her covers.

The moment the cool air hit her skin, she gasped. Every nerve ending seemed hypersensitive: the brush of her nightshirt against her nipples made them harden instantly, and she felt a pulse of heat between her legs.

"Okay, that's... new."

She sat up slowly, and the movement caused her thighs to press together. Another wave of sensation, stronger this time. Her pussy clenched around nothing, suddenly feeling empty and aching.

"What the hell?"

Rina stood, testing her body. The sensitivity remained: her nightshirt felt like sandpaper against her skin, every brush of fabric sending little sparks of pleasure-pain through her. She could feel her heartbeat in her clit, a steady throb that was rapidly becoming distracting.

"It's fine. Just... new powers. Adjusting. It'll pass."

She headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The water felt incredible… too incredible. Each droplet was like a tiny caress, and she found herself breathing harder.

In the mirror, her eyes looked normal. There was no violet glow, no obvious signs of demonic possession. She looked like regular Rina, just maybe a bit more flushed than usual.

"See? Fine. Totally fine."

She stripped for the shower, and the moment she was naked, the heat intensified. Her nipples were hard peaks, aching to be touched. Her inner thighs were already wet with arousal she didn't consciously feel.

The shower felt like pure torment mixed with sweet relief. Hot water poured down her hypersensitive skin, making every drop feel like a tease, and she couldn't resist sliding her hand between her legs... just to ease the throbbing pressure, she convinced herself.

Just to dial it back a notch, and then bathe and head to school.

She leaned back against the cool tile, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

Her fingertips finally grazed her wet folds, parting them gently at first, and the contact sent a shiver racing up her spine. She stayed there, exploring the heat, feeling how wet she already was.

Then, drawn like a magnet, her fingers found her swollen clit, circling it slowly… once, feeling the spark ignite low in her belly; twice, her breath hitching as the pleasure built in waves; three times, faster now, her hips bucking involuntarily against her hand.

The orgasm crashed over her suddenly, her body tensing as she bit down hard on her lower lip to hold back the moan. A muffled whimper escaping anyway. Her free hand clawed at the shower wall, nails scraping tile, as she came hard… the contractions rippled through her core.

But it didn't do a thing.

If anything, it fanned the flames of desires higher. The deep, hollow ache inside her pussy grew unbearable; her walls were pulsing and gripping at empty air, and her whole body was begging for something thick and hard to fill her up, to stretch her wide.

"Fvck," she gasped, her forehead pressing against the wall as she tried to steady her ragged breathing. "Why isn't this working? What the fuck is wrong with my body?"

She went for it again; her hand dipped lower again, fingers wet with her own arousal as she teased her entrance, circling the sensitive rim before pushing one finger inside.

Inch by inch, she felt her walls flutter and grip around it… but it was not enough. She added a second, thrusting them deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp.

She pumped slowly at first, savoring the wet sounds echoing in the steam-filled space, then picked up speed, her palm grinding against her clit with each stroke. The buildup was torturous, her thighs trembling, toes curling against the shower floor.

When the second climax hit, it was stronger, her vision blurring as she rode it out. A low groan tore from her throat while she kept fucking herself through the aftershocks.

Still not fucking enough. Her heart pounded in her ears, skin wet with sweat and water, every breath coming in shallow pants.

Desperate, she reached for the detachable showerhead, fumbling with the settings until it pulsed in strong, rhythmic bursts. She adjusted the flow, testing it against her inner thigh first, the vibrations sending jolts straight to her core.

Then she aimed it right where she needed it most, the water hammering her throbbing clit hard. She spread her legs wider, resting one foot on the edge of the bathtub, letting the pressure build slowly… starting soft, then intensifying as she angled it closer.

Her free hand roamed up to pinch a nipple, twisting it just enough to add that edge of pain to the pleasure. The orgasm built slow this time, coiling tight in her abdomen, until it exploded, her knees buckling completely.

"Ahhhh… fvcckk… yessss… hmmmmm~"

She slid down the wall in a boneless heap, the showerhead still clutched in her hand, water spraying wildly as she shuddered on the floor, waves of ecstasy rolling through her.

Yet, even as the tremor faded, the craving returned, stronger than before. Her body felt restless, burning with a need for anything to finally fill the endless emptiness inside her.

"This is insane," Rina panted, turning off the water with trembling hands. "I need to... I should call Akira. Ask what's happening."

But even as she reached for her phone, pride stopped her. She'd been so confident that night, so sure she could handle the Soul Seed's power. Calling him less than 72 hours later to admit she was having problems? That felt like admitting defeat.

"It's probably nothing," she said aloud, trying to convince herself. "Just... adjustment period. It'll settle down once I get to school. Once I'm distracted by normal things."

She dried off carefully, every brush of the towel sending fresh sparks through her oversensitive skin. Getting dressed was even worse: her bra felt too tight, her panties too constricting. Even her school uniform seemed designed to torment her.

By the time she was ready, sweat had beaded on her forehead again. Her hands shook as she tied her hair back. In the mirror, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing rapid.

But her eyes were still normal. No obvious supernatural signs.

"See? Fine. Just a little... sensitive. That's all."

She grabbed her bag and headed out, telling herself the walk to school would help. Fresh air… normal routine…. everything would be fine.

It wasn't fine.

Every step sent vibrations through her core. The morning breeze against her skin felt like a lover's touch. When she passed a group of boys on their way to school, she caught their scent: cologne, sweat, testosterone, and it didn't help.

"Get it together, Rina," she hissed under her breath.

She made it to school, made it through homeroom, made it to first period by sheer force of will. But by the time gym class rolled around, she was coming apart at the seams.

The heat had intensified to a burning. Her skin felt like it was on fire. And worse… much worse, she could smell Akira.

Not just smell him, she could track him. Like a bloodhound following a trail, she could sense exactly where he was in the gym, could smell his specific scent cutting through everyone else's.

And it was driving her absolutely insane.

She stood on the sidelines, supposed to be running laps, but her legs wouldn't move. All she could do was stare at Akira as he ran, watching his body move, smelling his sweat, imagining…

"Kurogane!" Coach Yamada called. "Why are you standing around? Get moving!"

She couldn't respond. Her mouth was too dry, and her brain too fogged with need. All she could think about was getting to Akira, getting him alone, getting him inside her… and him fvcking the living the daylight out of her.

Her body moved before her mind caught up.

One moment she was across the field, the next she was right in front of him, having crossed the distance in seconds. Her hand grabbed his wrist with bruising strength.

"Equipment shed. Now," she heard herself say through clenched teeth.

"Rina, what—"

"Now, Akira. Please." Her voice cracked with desperation that terrified her. "I can't… I need… just come with me. Please."

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