[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
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Alice's company had no business doing this well.
She was absent more often than she was present, yet the quarterly numbers kept climbing. Her operations director had long since given up trying to explain it to the board, while the engineers had stopped asking where the new designs came from.
Alice simply saw things now that others missed.
The blueprints that had once driven the company's success now looked full of flaws through the lens of her new supernatural abilities. With greater productivity, a more inventive mind, and far sharper observation, those flaws were only a pen stroke away from disappearing.
So she turned those observations into precise blueprints with almost no effort at all.
That was how the illogical miracle of her nearly neglected company thriving had come to be.
Alice faintly smiled as she signed off on the last report, stacked the pages, and opened the second folder. This one carried no company letterhead. She had waited until she was back in person to read it.
It was from their secret organisation operating within Esperra.
The file described a quiet group operating behind legitimate fronts in the industrial quarter. On the surface, they had no obvious ties to crime. They appeared to be nothing more than engineers and scientists working long shifts inside a warehouse registered as textile storage.
But the sketches delivered by the spies dismantled that illusion rather quickly. There wasn't a single trace of textile production anywhere inside.
A massive vessel took shape on the pages. Its hull used pressure-resistant alloys far beyond anything needed for river or coastal travel. Sealed chambers. Advanced navigation systems. Nothing about the design suggested a craft meant for local waters.
Alice stared at the drawings.
'Did they want to explore the ocean, perhaps…? Or is it…'
Her thoughts drifted to the planet's other hidden continent.
'If that's their goal, then it's a foolish one.'
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After dealing with the company's pending matters, Alice returned to the place they had rented as a temporary base of operations.
The villa sat on the northwestern edge of the city, where paved roads gave way to packed dirt.
High stone walls and an iron gate gave it the air of a wealthy merchant's retreat. Underground levels held servers, secure lines, and a reinforced sparring room.
The upper floors housed the group, with Lapis now treating the place like an extension of her own home.
Alice pushed the gate open and crossed the garden. The moment she stepped inside, she heard them.
"Hah— hnngh— there— right there—"
She looked up toward the indoor balcony. Lucia gripped the wooden rail with both hands, with her silk robe bunched around her waist.
Ashen stood behind her, completely naked, one hand fisted in her pink hair and the other braced on the rail. His thick cock drove into her pussy in hard, steady thrusts, stretching her open with every snap of his hips.
Slap— slap— slap—
Lucia's bare tits swung heavily beneath her with each impact. Her nipples were stiff, her face flushed, mouth open as she moaned helplessly.
Ashen's heavy balls slapped against her clit with wet, rhythmic sounds.
Alice took in the scene with an annoyed look and continued toward the stairs.
"Mmph— ah— hah—"
She wasn't overly shocked, though. This wasn't the first time she had stumbled upon their intimacy since Ashen had grown more unhinged lately, especially after he returned from that last fragment of history.
His displays of affection had become more numerous; so had this.
Lucia wasn't the only one he used like this. Alice had been caught in similar situations more than once, and even Seraphine had finally dropped her shyness.
The last time, Alice had walked in on her riding a half-awake Ashen in a wild cowgirl position. Seraphine had the nerve to smile cheekily and claim she was only "training her affinity with chastity."
'When did my life become so chaotic?' Alice thought as she climbed the stairs.
The wet, filthy sounds of Ashen's cock pounding into Lucia's cunt filled the balcony. He fucked her with rough, degrading force. Alice knew Lucia secretly craved exactly this treatment, so she didn't interrupt. Still, she winced slightly whenever his hand cracked especially hard across her ass.
As she reached the landing, Ashen turned his head without slowing his fierce pace. His hips kept snapping forward, driving his thick length balls-deep into Lucia with every thrust.
"Oh. Alice, you're finally back?"
"Yes," she replied calmly. "And I see you've made yourself quite busy while I was away."
Lucia barely managed to turn her head. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips parted in a helpless moan. She gave a small, shaky nod in greeting, which Alice promptly returned.
"Ahh— I heard some stressful news when I visited my uncle," Ashen said, still fucking Lucia mercilessly. "Needed to let off some steam."
He yanked her hair harder, forcing her head back as he drove into her with long, powerful strokes. Her pussy clenched visibly around his cock.
"Ahnnnh~~!"
"Thankfully, Lucy here was generous enough to help me out." He grinned. "What a good girl, right?"
Smack—!
His palm snapped hard across her bare ass, making Lucia cry out sharply, her body jolting forward against the rail.
"Uhhnnn!!"
"Right…" Alice sighed, exasperated. "Where's that airhead anyway? We were supposed to start the Absentia meeting soon."
"Sera? She went to check on her company. Said the numbers weren't good." Ashen adjusted his angle to make her lean forward and started pounding Lucia even harder, his heavy balls slapping loudly against her wet folds.
"She'll be here soon."
"Okay. I'll wait downstairs until you finish 'letting off steam'." Alice turned away. "Don't take too long."
"Aye, aye."
"Mmm!!"
"Whatever." Alice headed down as the rhythmic slapping of flesh and Lucia's broken, ecstatic moans continued above her.
She poured herself a glass of water in the kitchen, sat at the table, and pulled out her notepad. She reconstructed the vessel from memory with clean lines, then wrote her questions underneath.
Whoever was building that ship had information about the other continent. The source mattered. She underlined Vacuum exposure and considered who else might be preparing for what lay beyond the sea.
From upstairs, the wet, relentless sounds of Ashen fucking Lucia carried on.
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It took Seraphine another hour to finally arrive, and that was also when Ashen decided he had had enough of their resident con artist and let her off.
Soon, they gathered in the living room with faint, anticipatory looks.
"Alright, girls. I'll go set up the dreamscape first. We can't expose ourselves after all, and I also need to carefully construct that godly image of mine hehe…" Ashen grinned ominously at the end, clearly enjoying the prospect of playing god and scaring his soon-to-be Absentia members.
"Hey, don't go too far, Ash." Seraphine, who was cuddling to his left, looked at him suspiciously.
"No promises."
"Be serious. This could become another lifeline to us. Don't screw it up." Lucia looked at him with a stern face, as if she wasn't the one who had been helplessly moaning under him minutes ago.
"Yes, don't worry. Everything will be perfect." Ashen reassured them.
"Alright, stop stalling and go. And remember to pull us first before anyone else." It was Alice who had finally ushered him away, making Ashen grin one last time before he activated Lucid Dreamweaving and fell asleep right after.
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When he reopened his eyes, he found himself in the ancient hall where he usually conducted the Absentia meetings. Before he could begin altering the place, a sudden voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Long time no see…"
Slowly… rigidly… he turned around.
And there he was… his other self, sitting at the head table as if he owned the place.
"...Little brother," he added with a faint smirk.