You still cannot see it.

Being a thinking being... is a blessing difficult to grasp.

We are unique predators, and yet our greatest battle is not against others, but against ourselves.

Our reasoning is complex.

We think, we doubt, we fear... and yet we move forward.

We seek help because we understand that loneliness destroys us.

We love, because in doing so we find purpose.

And we are even capable of giving our lives for another.

We continue to fight for something that, at times, we cannot even name.

And curiously, that is what sets us apart: the ability to keep going even when we do not understand why.

Perhaps that is part of a plan.

Yes... isn't that so? Doesn't everyone fight until the end?

It is as if we were born with a single purpose:

'To be victorious.'

And a young being...?

When do they understand this?

Not at birth, nor as they grow.

Is it when something is missing? When they desire something?

So what do they do? They search for it.

And when they don't get it, they suffer.

When they suffer, they become obsessed.

And that obsession... is what drives them to achieve it.

So what?

What happens when we achieve it? Are we happy? Satisfied? Do we end our lives?

No!

We always want more.

Even if we have everything, we search, we search for whatever we are missing.

That reveals the truth:

Desire does not exist to be fulfilled, but to propel us forward.

And that alone is enough.

That alone is enough to fight to the end, to overcome others, and to take everything we can.

That's what life is: motion born from emptiness.

A war fought not for victory, but for survival.

And for that, we should be grateful: we were born with the privilege of being thinking beings.

We were born under the plan to be victors, to fight to the end, with a single, simple purpose...

'I will win.'

But...

There will always be another.

One who will watch in silence, listen, observe again; one with the same purpose as you... and when he is certain, he will say:

'I will defeat you.'

..

Hey... tell me, which one are you?

The answer? The answer is yours alone.

Is it obvious? Yes, but it may not be the answer,

maybe it's all just nonsense and there's no answer to begin with....hahaha~

What's funny? Haha~, maybe the answer I come up with.

I wonder... what will you and I be like in the first scenario I saw?

Is that my face?

Is that my—

I just want to rest...

**

"Huaaahhh~... huh?"

I woke up confused; for some reason, the first thing I did was let out a heavy sigh, as if I had been holding my breath for a long time.

"I feel like..."

Yes, I felt like I had dreamed something, but I only remember the confusing ending that I didn't understand. Did I see several versions or reflections of myself, or was it something else? I feel like I'm on the verge of remembering, but as always, my memories are fleeting, and when I feel like I remember something, it just slips away.

'Anyway, there's no point in thinking about it. Maybe I dreamed that Aurora strangled me with her thighs and that's why I couldn't breathe... Oh! It's still dark. Well, I'll sleep a little longer.'

I opened my eyes, but everything was just black, and I was still a little sleepy, so I closed my eyes again and let myself be overcome by drowsiness.

'I feel like...'

Yes, I really felt like something was missing, something I hadn't felt in a long time, that feeling of...

'Oh, here it is.'

Yes, that was it: that feeling I hadn't felt in a while, that feeling of comfort and fulfillment that I was missing; I finally felt it.

'I want more.'

But I felt like I wanted more of that addictive and comfortable feeling. Not having had it for so long made me crave it intensely, and even when I had it close to my body, I felt like it could still be improved, it was never enough.

'Huh? Oh, that's a good idea!'

I felt as if someone had given me a good idea to intensify that feeling.

Two heads are better than one, so I took the idea to make that feeling even more intense and adjusted it into the right position.

All that movement cleared my mind a little, and when I touched it, I noticed something strange.

'Huh?, this size... Selene? ...hmmm, but it's a little bigger, did it grow?'

It seemed that Selene was sleeping next to me today and her breasts had grown a little; that's what I felt, weird.

Maybe all that rubbing and massaging had an effect; although it would be bad if Eira noticed; maybe she would get angry.

"Hmmm, is she wearing a robe and pants? Mmm, well, it must have been cold last night. Huehue, so it's okay if I warm her up a little."

Yes—she was my little angel—I had to give her a little stimulation; even she might get angry if I woke her up abruptly.

So one of my hands began to rub, while my other hand began to move and remove everything that got in the way.

At the same time, the guy who gave me the excellent idea began to emerge and press against her precious place.

I felt her begin to moisten easily, which meant I was doing my job correctly.

Meanwhile, my other free hand crawled forward; I began to feel around, but before I reached her always fleshy lips, I felt something else strange...

'Hmm, there's something strange, mmmm? Is there a lot of hair? ... Selene?'

I was already feeling more awake, and what's more, Selene was the naturally hairless one in my harem — and what I felt was definitely more than just a little hair.

Finally, I opened my eyes again and saw black again—but this time I realized it was hair.

It was hard for me to believe that, even half asleep, I could confuse Elena with Selene, but it seemed that even I could make mistakes; even so, I wasn't going to change what I was going to do, since she would get angry if I woke her up abruptly, so I made sure to warm her up very well.

'Hmm, but that's strange; Elena always takes good care of herself down there and...'

"Ah! —Mngh!"

'That voice?… Shit.'

Finally, hearing an unfamiliar moan, I came to and quickly, in addition to the breasts, felt the entire frame, and it definitely wasn't any of my girls, not to mention that now that I looked closely the hair wasn't really black.

Quickly, I removed my hands and Shenlog—who was seconds away from starting an invasion—and got up, distancing myself and finally reacting to where I was and who the person with me was.

"What the hell are you doing...? Wait... yes, what the hell are you doing?"

I made sure: it wasn't me who was in her sleeping bag. With so many days of abstinence, maybe I would have crawled into her bag sleepwalking or something, I don't know what I'm capable of.

But no; she was in mine. Everything indicated that I was the victim.

'No, wait, let's see what happened yesterday...'

Just in case, I also remembered what happened yesterday. My proposal was interrupted by fight number one, which had gotten out of control, making a big mess.

That put me on the ropes, as even Aeloria had shown up, and although she was far away, I had to use all my concentration on that. It was a race against time.

The first test of the art I had been developing ended in a way I did not expect.

There were good things, such as knowing that the art had a lot of potential, or that, in addition to Quintessentia, I received a good skill from that goddess, who seemed impressed with what I did.

But there were also bad things, like there was a death, and I had to use one of the remaining most powerful defensive scrolls I have, which hurt me a lot to spend.

And when I finished, my desire had waned, and I never proposed anything to her. If I remember correctly, we just went to sleep like every other night, which meant that she was the problem here.

"...I... I started to feel...pain."

"Pain...?"

"Y-yes. Ever since I started to smell bad, my body... always hurts, but it stopped hurting when you purified me."

"Oh! Is that why you were crying? Wasn't it because my purification hurt you?"

"No, your purification... did hurt, and it hurt a lot... but I was happy that that pain went away too ...everything went away."

"So the smell and the pain go hand in hand...snif, but you don't smell bad."

Yes, I don't think I tested with what I had in my hand, but there was indeed no bad smell.

"...Last night I only felt a little pain... but I was afraid it would come back... so I came closer to you for help... Hm. But when I got close to you, I felt it going away, and when I touched you, it went away completely... and-and you smelled good, and without realizing it..."

"Don't tell me you got in by accident; rather, how the hell did I not sense you?"

I'm always on high alert; her coming closer meant she evaded my senses. Either that, or I subconsciously don't see her as a threat, like girls...

"Oh! The contract I made her sign also prevents her from doing anything bad to me; I think that was it, and maybe because she reminds me of how timid Silvia is, I let my guard down even more."

Well, when I thought about why, I understood why she didn't wake me up and why it took me so long to realize it was her.

"But smell? Well, it's true that I haven't bathed.'

There's no facility here, so it's true that I haven't done so in days, and maybe her smell rubbed off on me.

I looked around, and although there were already people awake, there wasn't much activity in our vicinity.

It seems that no one wanted to get close enough to discover that she no longer smelled bad, so I took advantage of that.

Click!.

"Ah, it's gone... ah, it's back."

"You have a good sense of smell; I thought it would be dead with how smelly you were."

I must have little natural scent; for starters, my blessing means I don't smell bad no matter what I do, and I also cast purifications from time to time, so no perfume or scent sticks to me for long.

She's obviously smelling me in my natural state, and I shouldn't smell like anything, but it seems she can. Even Lily has a hard time with it.

'Hmm, but more importantly... isn't she going to say anything about what just happened? Is she okay with it? So, what I thought yesterday wouldn't be bad—even though it was a mistake, I got turned on and so did she—ah, wait, this situation reminds me—'

Aside from the fact that she got into my sleeping bag, she didn't seem to mind my near-assault, but I actually remembered something similar happening to me before, which led me to think of a possibility... .

'If she's like Silvia, then...'

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Name: Ophelia Melusane

Race: Demi-human (Nidrĭc)

Rank: Supreme Transcendence

Gender: Female

Statistics:

Strength: 305

Mana: 665

Agility: 286

Defense: 486

Vitality: 656

Skills:

Venefic Tenacity (Ω)

Venomous Body (S)

Venom Affinity (S)

Toxic Symbiosis (A)

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