Chapter 91 - Perfectly Normal Humans!

In fact, by the time the heiress knocked on the door, Nagami was already awake.

The dual awareness of two bodies intertwined was sharper than anything an ordinary person could comprehend.

It was like experiencing twice the pleasure that even carbon-based—and let alone silicon-based—life forms would never fathom.

Unfortunately, the exhaustion was also doubled.

Having spent so much physical and mental energy the night before, Nagami didn't feel like getting up to open the door.

But—damn it—who could've guessed the heiress Kiana would just barge in without waiting for a reply?!

In such a situation, even Nagami didn't dare open his eyes.

Maybe last night, he hadn't just crossed the line in soul, but in body as well… no longer quite human, perhaps.

Yet as the blazing morning sun rose, Nagami's sense of decency and self-control snapped back to normal, like a tide that had momentarily retreated but then surged back in full force.

Getting caught in such a compromising position was undeniably awkward.

Nagami and C.C., in his mind, were like a pair of human hands—left and right, seamlessly connected.

What they'd done wasn't so different from simply switching hands to get the job done.

It wasn't really that abnormal.

Still, he couldn't deny there was a tiny bit of that social death feeling.

But when he remembered that special sensation from last night, that wave of intense feeling washed away his embarrassment like a spark flickering out beneath the ocean.

Alright, enough of that.

Time to clean this room!

With Nagami's focused will, a surge of brilliant purple energy, laced with an eerie, passionate crimson, erupted from both their bodies—a tide of pure Honkai energy that spilled out, sweeping through the room.

In an instant, dazzling magical circles burst into life.

Scarlet flames leapt from a red circle, incinerating the clothes still carrying the telltale white stains.

A blue circle conjured clear water, washing away the last traces of the mess.

A teal circle unleashed a gust of wind, flinging open the window and scattering the lingering scent of something… unmistakable.

Nagami, meanwhile, didn't let the heiress's fading footsteps go to waste—he and C.C. worked swiftly to get dressed.

Even though his borrowed body was a flawless beauty with porcelain skin and graceful curves, Nagami had no interest in actually being a woman.

Under C.C.'s breathtaking exterior was the unshakable heart of a young man.

Pregnancy? Absolutely, positively impossible!

Besides… it seemed that C.C.'s body couldn't do that sort of thing, anyway.

The Code took care of that.

While his thoughts were running wild, Nagami's hands moved quickly—pulling pristine white stockings up C.C.'s long, slender legs.

The contrast between the stockings and the dark blue pleated skirt created a perfect "absolute territory" that made his heart race just from the sight of it.

C.C.'s delicate hand reached for the white bedsheet beneath them.

Her golden eyes lingered on the tiny specks of blood there, a swirl of complex emotions flickering in her gaze.

A gentle flame flickered to life in her pale palm, radiating outward from her fingers in a silent, steady burn.

The fire consumed the sheet without a sound, reducing the snowy white fabric to black ash.

A cool wind rose from her other hand, whipping her bangs across her forehead and sending the last of the ashes out the open window.

She remembered how, in historical novels, the heroine would always cut off a piece of that sheet and keep it as some sort of special memento.

But C.C. was not that type of girl—she had no time for sentimental nonsense. She was far too busy destroying the evidence!

After all… She was still an ageless, peerless beauty!

Yes, you heard that right—she was still a girl, not a woman!

No question about it—thanks to the Code!

And how did she know this for sure?

Well… she'd learned it last night.

Thank goodness the Code didn't reactivate too quickly, or else this would have been a horror story.

Finally, Nagami placed a small black hat with a green ribbon on C.C.'s head.

She looked back at him with a calm, self-assured nod.

C.C. always picked clothes that matched her aesthetic—and naturally, they perfectly fit Nagami's personal preferences.

Just seeing her like this lifted his spirits.

The two of them quietly left the room one after the other.

In the empty living room, Nagami's gaze drifted to the room where the heiress—Kiana—had gone.

Alright… she's in there. Let's see what happens next.

C.C. lowered her head slightly, golden eyes still flickering with a hint of hesitation.

She was debating whether or not to knock on the door.

Just as she was about to act, she heard the faint click of the doorknob turning.

The door cracked open, and a cascade of silvery hair flowed out first.

Framed in the doorway, Kiana wore a stylish off-the-shoulder top that hugged her graceful curves, her delicate skin glowing with a milky luster in the sunlight.

"Kiana?" Nagami's voice was cautious, and his eyes widened in surprise as he took in the sight of the usually short-haired girl now sporting flowing locks.

There was no one else around, so he used her real name.

Even if Rita or Himeko overheard, he could always claim it was a simple mistake.

Kiana's ocean-blue eyes were serious, her long hair drifting weightlessly around her like a veil.

A powerful aura surged from her slender frame—an overwhelming, almost tidal presence.

What's going on here?

Why did it feel like this was the calm before a storm?

I didn't do anything to make her this angry… did I?

Could it be that my, uh, self-indulgence has finally made her want to exterminate this "human aberration" I am?

Surely not… right?

With Kiana's intense stare pinning him down, Nagami dared not move.

He watched as she reached out with delicate fingers, grabbed him by the collar, and pressed him back against the sofa.

"Ki—Kiana?" His mind blanked out for a second.

The way Kiana looked at him was completely different from usual, and it left him bewildered.

C.C., standing nearby, opened her replica eyes in alarm, but found no traces of mental interference. Kiana was entirely herself.

Before he could process it, Kiana lowered her gaze, long lashes trembling slightly.

Her white teeth bit down on her soft pink lips as if she were torn in some inner struggle.

Finally, her blue eyes met his with a newfound resolve.

Nagami opened his mouth to speak, sensing something was about to happen—

—but was immediately cut off as her face drew close, her delicate features filling his vision, and a soft fragrance surrounded him.

In the next moment, he felt a gentle pressure on his lips.

A sudden, unprepared-for kiss!

His eyes flew wide open, his mind a total blank.

He could only stare into Kiana's blushing profile, the sight so vivid it was burned into his memory.

This was a feeling completely unlike kissing his "double," an experience impossible to compare but no less thrilling.

His heart raced so fast it felt like it would burst. The soft warmth of her lips, the subtle scent unique to her—it was all real, impossibly real.

He could hear the pounding of his own heartbeat echoing in his chest, and a hot, dizzying emotion flooded him, like a tide washing over his soul.

Compared to kissing C.C., this was a different, unmistakably human experience.

Kiana cupped his face in her delicate hands, her slightly damp lips just barely brushing against his.

It was a shy, almost clumsy kiss that never went beyond the lightest contact.

She was clearly inexperienced—her hands trembled a little, and her breathing became ragged and uneven.

Nagami, on the other hand, could at least say he'd graduated from bronze to silver rank.

How did he skip the bronze level?

Well… let's just say the dual-body experience worked wonders.

As the kiss went on, Nagami's breathing grew faster, the delicate touch of Kiana's lips sending ripples through his mind and awakening some deep-seated instincts.

But he didn't move.

Even as the heat in his chest threatened to burst free, he stayed perfectly still, pinned under Kiana's light but firm grip.

For two reasons:

First, Kiana's sudden behavior was… let's just say, very suspicious.

Second, he was still recovering from the excesses of the night before.

The living room fell into a strange, suspended stillness, as if time itself had stopped.

"Sirin, good mor—" Oh.

The words caught in her throat.

Mei had opened the door, raising her eyes just in time to see Kiana, hair flowing around her like moonlight, kissing Nagami full on the lips.

The heiress Kiana turned her head at the sound of Mei's voice.

When she saw Mei's expression—eyes blank, blue arcs of electricity starting to dance through her hair—she froze like a deer in headlights.

In the next instant, overwhelming shame flooded her face.

She let out a tiny squeak of embarrassment.

"Sorry! S-s-sorry!" With a speed that would make even a ninja jealous, the heiress Kiana scrambled off of Nagami, blurting out a panicked apology before bolting back into her room.

The door slammed shut behind her with a sharp bang.

Leaning against the door with her smooth back, the heiress pressed her forehead to the wood, her face red as a ripe cherry.

Embarrassment flooded her chest—but also a small, triumphant relief.

Her friends' advice had been outrageous, and she'd taken quite a risk in this… daring move.

But from the way Nagami's heart had pounded just now, there was no doubt left in her mind.

He was still a normal human boy—

—and hadn't strayed from the path at all.

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