I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself in a large chamber, spacious enough to accommodate about ten people. Something soft beneath me caught my attention, and I looked down to realize I was sitting on a white queen-sized bed.
Confusion swirled in my mind. What the hell is going on?
I was about to speak, but then, without warning, an excruciating headache slammed into my skull. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My vision blurred, and I could feel my brain throbbing violently, as if something were desperately trying to force its way into my consciousness.
Then came the memories.
Not just mine—Shido Urazaki's memories. His entire life, his experiences, flooded my mind all at once.
For two long minutes, I felt as though my mind was being torn apart. And then, just as suddenly as it came, the pain stopped.
I dropped my hands from my head, panting heavily, my body drenched in sweat. It took me a full minute to calm down, my breathing shaky and uneven.
"Woow..." I muttered, still reeling from the overwhelming flood of memories.
The images came in flashes—fragments of a life now shared. This body, I realized, belonged to a 19-year-old boy named Shido Urazaki, from the powerful Urazaki family of the nation of Aldai.
I wasn't sure what to do with this new identity, but one thing was certain—I wasn't just Shido anymore. I was both of us, and I had no idea what that meant.
This parallel Earth, nearly identical to the one I knew, had one major difference: nearly 80% of the population was born with powers called Abilities. And instead of countries, the world was divided into nations and kingdoms, each ruled by a king or queen.
The Urazaki family was feared and respected across Aldai, not just for their influence, but for a unique power tied specifically to their bloodline.
The ability was called the Intervention of Fate.
I can already hear the thoughts running through your mind—Intervention of Fate must be a power that controls destiny or rewrites reality. But that's not the case.
We don't control fate. We don't rewrite reality. Instead, our ability forces events to reach a conclusion. The Urazaki family's power activates at crossroads, moments when decisions must be made, and punishes hesitation.
And for some reason, we react violently to the words, "We have time."
Then, as if on cue, memories from my previous life as Shido Natski flooded back—memories of how I lived, how I died, and most importantly, the moment I met God.
A smile tugged at my lips as I recalled those memories. Slowly, I rose from the white bed and made my way to the left corner of the chamber, where I knew there was a mirror. Standing before it, about to inspect my new body, the memory of my death struck me again—this time, more intensely.
A wave of dread surged through my body and soul, and instinctively, I hugged myself tightly. The sensation of truly dying, fully understanding it now, hit me harder than before. In that colorless void, when I had presumed I was in God's presence, I hadn't fully comprehended, or perhaps hadn't cared to, the weight of my death—or how it affected those I loved.
At that moment, it felt as if I'd made a deal with the devil—my life in exchange for those I cared about.
The sensation now felt like Neurochemical Response.
Neurochemical Response is what happens when someone comes dangerously close to death, and their basic human instincts heighten. A deep need for touch and warmth intensifies—especially the need for intimacy, regardless of gender. It's driven by an instinctive desire to leave behind a piece of oneself, to pass on a part of their being, perhaps in the form of a child.
In that moment, I knew, without a doubt, that I was feeling it.
"HHAAAA!!" I gasped, a heavy breath escaping my mouth in the form of hot, white steam. "Ha-ha-ha-ha," I laughed, my breathing becoming shallow, each breath a struggle. "I... Need to... f-find myself a woman f-ast!" I forced the words out, my voice deep and growling, full of desire.
Just as I stood there, struggling with the overwhelming urge, the door to my chamber was suddenly thrown open. A moment later, someone entered.
She was a vision that struck me instantly—a woman with an air of control and sophistication that seemed almost too perfect for her appearance. Elegant and sexy, she stood at around 5'6" feet tall, her long, dark blue hair styled in low braided pigtails, fastened with crisp white ribbons. And large sized chest. And her large, ocean-blue eyes seemed to hold the depth of the sea itself. She wore a traditional Japanese maid's outfit—black fabric with a voluminous white apron adorned with delicate lace trim. A simple white lace cap sat upon her head. And a silver ring with a blue gem ontop around her right hands pinky finger.
She was nothing short of stunning.
"Beautiful," I whispered, almost inaudibly. But, evidently not quiet enough.
"Ah... hmm, what did you just say, master?" she asked shyly, her cheeks flushing bright red. Her nervous gesture of twirling a strand of her hair and avoiding my gaze almost made me lose the last bit of restraint I had left.
I watched her, breathless, before whispering her name. "Di-na."
This woman in front of me was Dina koromj—Shido's personal maid, chosen by his mother to serve him. Dina had been with him since he was six years old, though she was only a year younger than him, making her 18 now.
"Yes, Master?" Dina asked, her cheeks still flushed, a cute smile lingering on her face.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, the lust obvious in my gaze. I didn't want to beat around the bush—I needed physical contact, and I needed it quickly to ease the intense urges coursing through me. Dina waited patiently, her expression expectant, as though she knew I was about to say something important.
"I want you," I finally stated, my voice steady and direct.
Now, many might wonder why I would say such a thing to a girl so bluntly. Wouldn't she be disgusted? Or at least uncomfortable? But there was a reason I spoke with such confidence. The memories of the previous Shido were beginning to merge with my own, and through his eyes, I saw something that shifted my perspective.
Dina had been in love with Shido for years—since childhood, in fact. But because of their master-servant relationship, she had kept her feelings hidden. She had always hoped that he would notice her, but Shido, despite treating her with kindness, never realized the depth of her affections.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. Damn, the previous Shido was pathetic. How could he not see that this beautiful woman was practically throwing herself at him? But it didn't matter now. The past was behind me, and this newfound knowledge gave me the confidence I needed.
I was Shido Urazaki now. And I wasn't going to make the same mistakes.
"Dina," I said her name softly, slowly making my way toward her.
Dina stood frozen at the door, her expression one of pure shock. A crimson blush began to creep up from her neck, slowly spreading across her entire face.
I stopped right in front of her and, with quiet confidence, asked, "Dina, you were in love with me, weren't you? Or... have you fallen out of love?"
The simple question seemed to shatter her composed facade. Her face twisted from embarrassed confusion to sheer terror, as though she were silently wondering, How did he know?
Her reaction confirmed my suspicions.
I smiled faintly, my breath warm against the cool air. "I'm sorry for not realizing your feelings sooner," I said, my voice steady but charged with intensity. "But if you still love me... I can finally reciprocate that feeling."
Dina stood there, staring at me in stunned silence. Then, she began shaking her head, as if she couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. In disbelief, she even pinched herself, her eyes wide in search of confirmation. But when the pain hit, she realized this wasn't a dream.
I watched her closely, narrowing my eyes. "Ah... so you've actually fallen out of love with me, haven't you?"
I let a sad expression take over my face. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "I didn't mean to make this awkward, especially if you've really stopped loving me. You can go now... I just need some time to myself." With that, I slowly turned around and began walking back toward the bed.
Seeing me turn my back, Dina's expression shifted dramatically. Shock, confusion, happiness, anxiety—her face flashed through all of them before finally settling on pure panic.
In that instant, something inside Dina seemed to break. She mentally and physically surrendered, making a decision that couldn't be undone. Without thinking, she rushed forward and grabbed my right hand.
"Please wait!" Her breath came out in hurried gasps.
I froze in place, a small smirk curling on my lips as I felt her desperate touch.
Damn, I'm good. But I knew this moment would be worth it. If I didn't make my move now, I'd regret it later.
"Y-yes, you're absolutely right," Dina stammered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I am—no, I've been in love with you since the very first day we met. It was love at first sight, but the more I got to know you, the more I fell for you. Especially the way you acted when your family was so rude and harsh to you... yet, you still managed to stay kind. You've always been so kind to me and my family, even when your own family didn't seem to value you."
Her eyes shimmered with raw honesty as she spoke. "To tell you the truth, I don't care if you're lying to me. I don't care if you're saying this just to get something from me or to manipulate me in some way. I don't care... I just don't want to regret anything. So, if you really can reciprocate my feelings, then I want to try. I'll do whatever it takes."
Her words hit me hard, and the sincerity in her eyes melted whatever hesitation I had left. I couldn't hold myself back any longer.
Without thinking, I reached out and pulled Dina into a tight embrace, my hands settling around her waist. I pressed her flush against my chest, feeling the warmth of her body and the softness of her chest against mine. A promise to the previous Shido echoed in my mind—I would take care of Dina and all the things he left unfinished.
Dina squirmed at first, clearly surprised by my sudden closeness. But soon, she relaxed, and to my surprise, she laid her head gently on my neck, letting herself be held.
I slowly pulled back just enough to hold her chin, guiding her gaze to meet mine. The intensity in her eyes made my heart race. Then, with a voice thick with passion, I whispered, "Dina, I want you to become mine—completely. Just mine, and no one else's."
Her face flushed a deep red, her eyes wide, before she asked, her voice sweet and playful, "And how exactly are you going to do that?"
I answered honestly, my voice low with conviction, "By completely making you obsessed with me. I'm going to make you mine—body and soul—through love. Right here and now."
"Right here and now? Through 'love'? What exactly—" she didn't get the chance to finish her question before I abruptly captured her lips in a heated kiss.
Dina's eyebrows shot up in surprise, her eyes wide with shock. But within a second, she closed her eyes, returning my kiss with equal intensity and desire.
We kissed passionately, not once pausing for breath. My lips were on hers, fervent and desperate, until my tongue met resistance. I gently licked the soft barrier, signaling my intention to deepen the kiss.
Dina, understanding the unspoken request, parted her lips, allowing me to deepen the kiss further. My tongue roamed, searching for hers, and when we finally met, our kiss grew more heated, a wild and obscene dance between us.
I sucked on her tongue, savoring the feeling, the taste, the very essence of her. But eventually, we both had to pull away, gasping for air. We hadn't come up for breath in over three minutes.
"You know," I said quietly, my voice low and deliberate, "with you wearing that maid outfit, standing this close to me till the point that your huge breasts are making contact with my chest… it's making things difficult." My gaze never left hers. "Especially when you look this tempting."
I leaned in just enough to make my intent unmistakable.
"So I'll ask you one last time, Dina. Are you sure this is what you want?" My eyes searched hers, intense and unyielding. "Because once we cross this line, there's no going back. I won't let you go. In this lifetime, you'll be mine—only mine."
There was no humor in my expression. Only desire. Only resolve.
Dina met my stare without flinching, then smiled—soft, genuine, and breathtaking. It was the most beautiful smile either Shido's memories or my own had ever seen.
"As I said before," she replied, her voice steady with conviction, "I won't regret this. The only thing I'd regret is never trying." She took a breath, then continued, quieter but firmer. "As long as you'll have me… I'm yours. Mind, body, and soul."
Her words sent a shiver straight through me.
"You understand what this means, don't you?" I asked, my desire rising, barely restrained.
Dina's face flushed as she felt something poking her stomach—immediately knowing exactly what was currently poking her stomach and the little space that remained between us. She lowered her gaze for a moment staring at the object poking her stomach, then nodded.
"I do," she admitted softly. "I know exactly what's about to happen. Especially with the big guy poking my stomach."
And in that moment, with no hesitation left between us, the world outside that chamber ceased to matter. Only one another mattered and with that i attacked.