Location: Yuuki Residence – Late Night
Lala lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
The moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting shifting patterns across her skin.
She could still feel Haruna's presence in her mind. Gentle. Curious. A shared heartbeat in the back of her thoughts.
And beneath it—
Scourge.
Not speaking.
Not guiding.
But watching.
Waiting.
"Why are you quiet tonight?" she whispered aloud, unsure if the question was meant for herself, Haruna, or the thing beneath her skin.
The room responded with silence.
Her hand traced along her side, feeling the smooth surface of the suit wrapped to her like a second skin.
A skin she had stopped thinking of as separate from herself.
She blinked slowly.
"Haruna," she said, more clearly now, voice low, breathy.
"Yes?"
The voice came from nowhere—but echoed inside her like a heartbeat.
"Do you ever… feel like he's inside your thoughts? Even when he's quiet?"
A pause.
Then:
"Yes. I don't think he ever leaves."
Lala's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away.
She didn't want to.
The idea of him always being there… had stopped being strange.
It had become intimate.
Comforting.
Wrong.
And yet—
Her thighs pressed together.
A slow ache was building there. Not urgent. Just… present.
Persistent.
"I think..." Lala whispered, "I want him to speak to me again."
No answer came.
Just warmth.
Her body responded to it before her mind did.
A soft gasp escaped her lips.
Haruna felt it too.
Across the link.
A pulse of desire that wasn't entirely her own.
"Lala… what are you feeling?"
Lala rolled onto her side, clutching her pillow, eyes glazed.
"...I don't know. But I want more of it."
The suit rippled gently beneath her robe. A careful caress down her spine.
Not invasive.
Not commanding.
Just... there.
Responding.
Offering.
She let her legs spread slightly, robe slipping open.
"Talk to me, Scourge..." she breathed.
Still silence.
But her body moved without needing words.
Hands roaming.
Touching where she had once felt embarrassment.
Now, only heat.
Only want.
Only—