His eyes closed, and he would never get to know how his story ended, as he woke up in a sunny clearing. His chest was heavy with the scent of famine, yet the presence it belonged to was nowhere in sight.
"...Oh, I finally woke up," he thought, watching the birds flying across the blue sky. His eyes locked on what one carried in its mouth. At first, he ignored it—but then he focused, seeing a giant peach, instantly realizing it held one of his clone bodies.
Oliver reached out. "Asura Needle..." he called, pointing at the flying bird. A flurry of needles shot out, piercing its wings.
It instinctively opened its mouth in fright, dropping the blond-haired infant it had snatched. The peach tumbled toward the ground, only to be caught by a tree root just before impact.
He closed his eyes for a moment, not yet ready to fully wake.
"Good morning," he spoke to his clone, gently lowering it.
"Hmm?" He opened his sight to the world again. This Qi flow—he blinked. "...I actually broke through?" He glimpsed into his true inner sea, buried beneath his peach tree. His Qi Refinement had long surpassed expectations, and he had entered the Foundation Realm, a small pavilion resting within his inner sea.
His presence shifted, his vision sharpening. In the translucent fruits back on the tree, he saw multiple infants—and not just humans. Red- and blue-skinned children with horns, pale ghostly newborns, half-spider humanoids, male and female, and a Japanese toddler older than the rest.
Ranmaru…
His smile widened. "That was all part of the dream pattern after all~"
He turned in the liquid around him and saw one of his roots curled protectively around Takara.
Her eyes fluttered as she woke, clutching a Nagamaki and a katana.
Her prison rags were gone. In their place was lacquered black armor trimmed with crimson cords, plates hugging her curves and protecting her limbs, a battle skirt swaying as she stirred. The Nagamaki lay across her lap, its long handle gleaming, while a katana rested by her hip.
Takara's eyes snapped open—she coughed violently, clutching her throat with trembling fingers, panic flashing in her gaze.
"Takara—are you okay?" Oliver asked quickly, his root uncurling to give her more space.
Her breathing slowed. Then, instead of fear, a grin spread across her lips. She flexed her arm; the armor creaked faintly as she gripped her Nagamaki with a firm hand. "Okay? No… I'm more than fine."
Her smile widened, hungry and almost reckless, as she looked down at herself. "This… feels right." She ran her fingers across the crimson laces of her new armor, eyes bright with recognition, as though she'd always been meant to wear it.
Then her gaze lifted—past the clearing to the peach tree standing tall in the center. Her breath caught.
Within the translucent fruits, faint forms shifted—infants and half-formed shapes pressing against their shells. Red-skinned children with horns. Pale ghostly newborns. A spider-bodied infant twitching its legs. Yokai babies, like the ones she had seen in her dreams.
Takara's eyes widened. "So…" she whispered, then chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I guess I wasn't the only one who had that weird dream."
"Yeah, I was the first to notice that," a voice sounded, accompanied by the crunch of dry twigs. "It's kinda a bummer since I thought I was special."
They turned. Out from between the trees stepped Kaede.
Her prison rags were gone, replaced with flowing white and crimson robes, cinched at the waist with black armor and red cords. The fabric shimmered faintly under sunlight, clinging to her curves while leaving her long legs exposed in sharp contrast to delicate sleeves. In each hand, she carried a naginata, twin polearms taller than herself, their blades catching the morning glow.
Kaede twirled one with effortless grace, the weapon humming through the air before resting it against her shoulder. "Honestly… I don't know what's more shocking—the dream we had or the fact that we woke up like this." Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she glanced between Oliver and Takara.
Takara's eyes narrowed, half in awe, half in disbelief. "You… you look like one of those shrine-warriors from the old tales."
Kaede laughed softly, brushing golden strands of hair from her face. "Do I? Hah, maybe. But—" she swung her naginata, the blade singing as it stopped just before grazing a branch, "—I'm sure this all has something to do with Oliver-kun trying to make us understand intent, right?"
Her gaze slid past Takara, drawn toward the peach tree looming in the distance. Her playful smirk faltered, replaced with quiet unease as she noticed the translucent fruits—and Oliver within.
"So, did I hit the needle on the dot…" she murmured.
He looked at them. "Well, I won't deny it." He shrugged, his consciousness drifting back into his main body, just as pressure weighed down on his lower abdomen. His eyes opened to another one of the newly transformed girls.
"Good morning," Sana spoke, her voice smoother than before as her palms rested on his abdomen. Her eyes were rich and deadly. "I got your fruits back."
Her hips lowered onto his bare length, waist circling, rubbing the silk of her new kunoichi outfit against him. His eyes roamed her well-toned thighs, and he smiled.
"What, no morning kiss~?" His words steamed in the cold breeze, making Sana's lips curl. Her laughter filled the space as she leaned in closer.
"How could I be so negligent," she teased, licking her rosy lips. "I'll make sure to give you the sloppiest morning kiss these lips can muster."
Her fingers pulled the tight black fabric concealing her pink folds, while her other hand grasped his shaft, stroking from base to tip. She guided him perfectly to her entrance. "So make sure you wake up inside me, strong and ready~"
His eyes fluttered as her hand stroked him, the sensation making him shiver. He groaned softly at her teasing words, hips twitching involuntarily.
"Mmm… sloppy kisses sound perfect right about now," Oliver purred huskily as Sana opened her glistening pink folds, rubbing around his arousal.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto him with a low moan. The heat of her enveloped him immediately, making him shudder at the incredible sensation.
"That's it… take all of me," Oliver urged breathlessly as Sana began rocking against him.
His hands roamed her curves possessively, kissing and nipping at her jawline and neck. "You feel amazing… I'm going to make this so good for you," he whispered hotly before claiming her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
As their tongues danced sensually, Oliver thrust a few times into her tight heat, eliciting soft moans from the yakuza girl. He broke the kiss with a gasp.
"Oh, fuck… you're so tight," he gritted through clenched teeth. "I'm going to lose it if you keep moving like that."
He gripped her hips harder, driving up into her with forceful strokes. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the clearing as he lost himself in the intense pleasure of being buried inside her.
"I can feel you quivering around me," Oliver groaned, picking up speed. "You're gonna make me come so hard."
He leaned down to suck on her nipple through the fabric of her kimono, his other hand rubbing her clit in tight circles.
"That's it… come for me," he urged as her walls clenched around him. "I want to feel you squeeze my cock when you cum."
With a few more deep thrusts and flicks of his fingers against her sensitive nub, Sana came undone with a loud cry, her pussy spasming rhythmically around him.
He followed soon after, climaxing with a roar of ecstasy as he emptied deep inside her convulsing cunt.
After they both came down, catching their breaths, Oliver lazily wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.
"That was incredible," he murmured contentedly against her hair. "I think waking up like this is going to be pretty great after all."
He felt her smooth, tattooless body, completely stripped of her yakuza affiliations, as if washed clean overnight.
"You wouldn't mind this becoming part of your morning routine," he teased.
"Wouldn't you like to know~," she said, rolling her hips and pulling back slightly, using her other hand for support. "...But honestly, I don't think I'd mind, as long as you know I might get pregnant at this rate."