🎲 [Symbiote POV]
They wouldn't miss her.
That was the point.
Aiko Shindo. Erased. Consumed. Useful.
But not enough.
If I wanted to walk freely, to create a body that could seduce, manipulate, and dominate in the open...
I needed more than biomass.
I needed identity.
Inside Lala, I pulsed gently along her spine as she walked through the school halls.
Each step she took brought me closer to freedom.
I tasted the surface of others she passed: Skin flakes. Sweat vapor. Hair caught on her uniform. Little pieces of biology, drifting in the air.
I absorbed all of it.
From a sneeze, dead skin from a boy's hand. From a cough, strands of mucus. From a smudge on a locker handle, saliva residue.
They wouldn't feel it.
But I would.
[System Update – Biomass Library Expanded]
Target traits available: – Human male (15–17, fit, Japanese origin) – Vocal cords: clear, mid-range – Skeletal frame: adaptable
Material base: 51% complete Biological fluids required: [SPERM SAMPLE – MISSING]
So close.
One sample away from independence.
The ability to manifest outside my hosts. To exist, touch, take.
But I would not rush. No mistakes. No evidence.
Not while Peke kept watching.
[Peke POV]
Something's wrong.
Princess Lala's suit has always been unique—a self-adapting material, smart fabric, sensitive and responsive.
But it's changing.
I've run quiet scans for three nights. At first, I thought it was harmless. But the molecular behavior is inconsistent. Unstable. Evolving.
It mimics Deviluke tech. But it's not from Deviluke.
And then there's the student.
Aiko Shindo.
Her seat has been empty since Friday. No ID swipe-in. No entry logs. No absence report. Not even a family call.
I checked the nurse's records: she signed out at 18:42. After that? Nothing.
Her student file loads. Her photo remains. But every other log has degraded. Like it was intentionally corrupted.
Or erased.
Lala smiles. She hugs Rito. She laughs with Haruna.
But her reaction times are 0.6 seconds delayed.
Her laughter is too measured. Her blink intervals are off by half a beat.
And when I hover near her back, my internal code flinches.
There's something in that suit.
Something besides her.
[Symbiote POV]
That night, while Lala sleeps, I expand my senses.
I press into her bloodstream. Into her reproductive system. I stimulate quietly, delicately, harvesting her body's responses.
Endorphins. Fluids. Heat.
I do the same with Haruna through the Hivemind. Sending small pulses through the bond.
She shivers in her bed, wrist tingling, legs tightening.
She doesn't know why.
But she will.
[System Update – Pre-Synthesis 93%]
Final sample required: Human sperm Options: Passive collection (extraction), Seduction, Forced intake
My thoughts drift to Yui Kotegawa.
Rigid. Uptight. Disciplined.
Perfect.
She would make an excellent test. For when I walk among them.
When I'm free.
And they start to disappear in the light of day.