Chapter 847: Life's Horizon Reopened! The Moment of Sisters Reuniting
Shinka Nibutani and the other three girls sat rigidly on the plush sofa, their shoulders stiff, holding their breath so tightly their lungs burned. They did not dare to exhale. They did not dare to move.
Not until the storm finally ended.
Their minds were entirely blank, completely scrubbed clean of any rational thought. Only fragmented, overwhelming sensory loops echoed in their shell-shocked brains. The sheer, impossible scale of what they had just witnessed. The blinding, messy white aftermath. The relentless, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. The low, vibrating hum of sheer, unadulterated stamina.
Other than these recurring loops, they remembered absolutely nothing else.
"Did you understand the lesson?"
Having thoroughly settled Rikka and Toka into the tangled, soaked bedsheets, Ren turned to the audience on the sofa. A lazy, thoroughly satisfied smile played on his lips.
One by one, the girls flinched. Not a single one dared to answer. They uniformly buried their chins into their chests, their faces burning so fiercely they felt as though they might spontaneously combust. A heavy, suffocating heat radiated from their skin.
"It's perfectly fine if you don't grasp the concepts the first time," Ren continued, his tone casual and dripping with amusement. "You can come back to observe anytime. As long as I'm around, I can tutor you all for free." He paused, his eyes gleaming with a predatory, lecherous light. "Of course, if anyone prefers a hands-on, practical lesson, I am more than happy to oblige."
Silence answered him, save for the frantic beating of four teenage hearts.
"Alright, you girls can continue playing."
The sound of his voice faded with that final sentence.
A long, agonizing moment passed.
Shinka Nibutani slowly, secretly raised her head, peeking through her bangs. The space where the overpowered transmigrator had stood was completely empty. Besides Rikka and Toka, who were currently sleeping soundly in each other's exhausted embrace, Ren was nowhere to be seen.
Her face flushed a deep, violent crimson. "Hey..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Ren-ge has left."
Kumin Tsuyuri, Sanae Dekomori, and Satone Shichimiya jolted. One after another, they tentatively raised their heads, scanning the room.
The four girls looked at each other. A thick, unspeakable awkwardness hung heavily in the air between them. They had just attended a live-action physiology class that had violently shattered and rebuilt their entire worldview.
Setting aside the baffling question of why human anatomy could even accommodate such ridiculous proportions, just the sheer concept of pleasure itself had been completely redefined. They had never imagined it could be so primal. So wild. Like a beast devouring its prey.
Sanae Dekomori swallowed hard. Her twin-tails twitched as she stood up on wobbly legs, slowly creeping toward the ruined bed. She reached a trembling hand out toward Rikka.
Satone Shichimiya jumped, her eyes widening in panic. "Sanae, what are you doing?!"
"I... I want to see if Rikka is dead..."
Sanae's voice shook. She stared down at the exaggerated, high swell of Rikka's lower abdomen. Just looking at the shape of it was utterly terrifying. In Sanae's chuunibyou-addled concept of biology, an impact of that magnitude should have pierced straight through all her internal organs. A normal person should be in agonizing, life-ending pain.
But Rikka's flushed, tear-stained face showed no sign of suffering. Instead, she looked... blissfully happy? Sanae did not know how to accurately describe the lingering emotion behind Rikka's obviously melted expression, but it was definitely not pain.
Her trembling index finger finally rested just under Rikka's delicate nose.
"Hoo..."
A warm, steady, and incredibly strong breath tickled Sanae's fingertip.
"How is it?" Kumin Tsuyuri asked, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa nervously.
"How could she possibly be dead?!" Shinka Nibutani's lips twitched violently. She could not believe someone actually thought Rikka had been assassinated via bedroom activities.
"Phew, it's alright. Rikka is just asleep." Sanae wiped a bead of non-existent sweat from her forehead, finally letting out a long, dramatic sigh of relief.
At the same time, she pinched her chin, her eyes narrowing as she fell into deep, serious contemplation. "So, even if the little belly is pushed up that high, it's completely fine?"
"Do you think Rikka isn't human?" Shinka shot back.
Satone and Kumin sat dumbfounded. Sanae seemed to be genuinely analyzing this biological anomaly, completely devoid of her usual theatrical faking.
Shinka cleared her throat twice, loudly. She had to drag this derailed conversation back onto a somewhat sane track. "Should we... stay here?"
She glanced around the room. The large, unmistakable red marks blooming across Rikka and Toka's exposed skin. The heavy, musky scent of sweat and intense intimacy saturating the air. The smell was simply too strong, too overwhelming for their innocent minds to process.
"Uh... let's go..." Satone suggested timidly, her face still burning.
Without another word, the four girls scrambled toward the door, their legs weak and uncoordinated, fleeing the scene of the crime as fast as their trembling bodies allowed.
Not long after the door clicked shut, two soft voices drifted through the quiet room.
"Rikka, how are you feeling now?"
"Sister, please don't talk... I feel so embarrassed... boo hoo..."
Kazimierz.
The neon lights of the sprawling city flickered against the overcast sky, casting long, distorted shadows over the metallic architecture.
"Theresa, I plan to return home for a short trip. Do you wish to accompany me?"
"To the Nearl estate?"
Ren had already departed to handle his own affairs, leaving the two women standing in the cool, biting wind of the city streets. They had to decide their next course of action in this fractured world. Margaret Nearl intended to check on her family.
Theresa turned her head, her soft eyes gazing toward the distant, dilapidated outer districts. The neon glow did not reach those crumbling slums. "I will not go with you. I plan to visit the Infected of Kazimierz."
"The Infected, huh..." Nearl closed her eyes briefly, a complicated emotion flashing across her stoic features. "Understood."
Kazimierz, much like the rest of Terra, rejected the Infected. However, unlike the brutal, frozen wastelands of Ursus where the Infected were worked to death in gulags, Kazimierz had found a different use for them. They were allowed to participate in the Knight Competitions.
Blood, tragedy, and desperation made for excellent television. The Infected were a highly profitable gimmick for the General Chamber of Commerce to exploit.
Naturally, allowing the Infected to bleed in the arena did not mean they could ever become champion knights. The General Chamber of Commerce would never permit an Infected to claim ultimate glory. But this twisted policy at least offered the desperate a brutal, humiliating chance to survive in the glittering capitalist machine of Kazimierz.
Theresa, bearing the heavy crown and power of the Demon Lord, had already heard the distant, agonizing cries of the Infected suffering in the shadows of this city. She needed to witness their reality firsthand.
With a mutual nod of respect, the two parted ways.
The Nearl Estate.
Wrapped heavily in a thick, unassuming cloak, Margaret Nearl arrived at the familiar, imposing doorstep of her ancestral home. The cold metal of the gate, the complex crest carved into the stone—her eyes softened with deep, aching nostalgia. She would never forget the warmth of the life she had lived within these walls.
"...Hmm? Who are you?"
A sudden, incredibly familiar voice rang out from behind her, striking directly at Nearl's heartstrings.
Standing a few paces away was a young Kuranta girl in a simple white dress. She possessed the exact same shining, golden hair and elegant tail as Nearl. The girl clutched a woven basket, her bright eyes narrowing as she curiously, then vigilantly, scrutinized the tall, cloaked figure lingering suspiciously at her family's doorstep.
She took a defensive stance. "Who are you? This is the Nearl residence. State your business!"
Nearl slowly turned around. She reached up, her gloved hands pulling back the heavy fabric of her hood.
"Maria... it's me."
Maria Nearl. Margaret's biological younger sister. Her precious family. The loved one she had fought so desperately to protect, the one she could never truly abandon.
The woven basket slipped from Maria's fingers.
It hit the cobblestone with a dull thud, fresh vegetables spilling across the ground. The young Kuranta's face completely froze, the color draining from her cheeks before rushing back in a tidal wave of emotion.
That voice. The voice she had missed every single day.
"Sis... Sister?!"
Nearl stepped forward, stopping Maria before the girl could shout any louder. She reached out, her strong hands firmly gripping Maria's trembling shoulders. "This isn't the place to talk," Nearl said softly, her eyes scanning the empty street. "Let's go inside first."
Maria swallowed hard, her mind instantly catching up to the severe political sensitivity of her sister's exiled identity. She nodded frantically.
Once inside the estate, Maria did not stop in the grand foyer. She grabbed Nearl's wrist and pulled her deep into the house, handling the familiar halls until they reached a secluded, windowless study. She locked the heavy oak door behind them, taking every precaution to ensure they were completely isolated.
In the safety of the dim room, Nearl finally let the heavy cloak fall from her shoulders.
Seeing that beautiful, resolute face—so familiar, yet hardened by years of battle and exile—shattered the last of Maria's composure.
"Sister!!!"
Maria could no longer hold back. She threw herself forward, crashing into Nearl's chest, her arms wrapping around her older sister in a desperate, crushing embrace.
"Sister, you're finally back..."
Hot tears soaked into Nearl's tunic. Maria's choked, broken sobs echoed in the quiet study, releasing years of pent-up longing, fear, and loneliness. She finally had her sister back.
"Yes," Nearl whispered, her voice thick with emotion. She wrapped her arms around the smaller Kuranta, one hand gently stroking Maria's trembling back. "I'm back."
Over her sister's shoulder, Nearl's golden eyes hardened. A fierce, unyielding light ignited within them.
This time, she would not run. She was determined to tear down the corruption rotting Kazimierz from the inside out. She would end the chaos of the General Chamber of Commerce, and she would never, ever be separated from the family she loved again.
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