Chapter 6.5 – Seed Reaction
Nurse's office. Late afternoon.
The room was quiet, except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan and the soft breath of the girl in the bed.
Haruna Sairenji shifted under the blanket.
She was alone now.
The nurse had stepped away.
Lala had gone to get water.
But something inside Haruna was still moving.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Her eyes opened slowly.
Her heart beat faster than it should.
The room was warm, but her skin was warmer.
Her wrist…
She touched it instinctively.
Still tingling.
Still… pulsing.
She sat up, blanket falling off her shoulders.
What's wrong with me…?
But she didn't feel wrong.
She felt good.
Sensitive.
Aware of every breath, every beat, every fiber of her uniform against her skin.
Her legs shifted, thighs pressing together.
A soft sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.
She flushed.
Memories flickered:
Lala's voice.
Her smile.
Her touch.
The black suit.
The way it felt against Lala's body.
The way it shimmered. Moved with her. Responded to her.
Like it was alive.
Haruna's hand wandered.
Hesitant. Curious.
She traced her own collarbone.
Then lower.
Across the hem of her shirt.
Beneath.
Her breath caught.
Something surged.
Inside her mind, something opened.
A pulse. A hum.
And I was there.
Not fully.
Not yet.
But the seed I left was stirring.
Reading her tension.
Amplifying it.
Resonating.
She arched slightly.
Body aching.
Hips twitching.
Her hand moved on its own now.
Between her legs.
Over the heat.
Cloth in the way. Moisture rising.
She moaned—soft, startled.
"W-What… am I doing…?"
I didn't speak.
But I pressed deeper into her instincts.
Pushed her toward the edge.
I let her feel me—not as voice or vision, but as pure need.
Need to be touched.
Need to surrender.
Need to be taken.
Her climax came like a stolen breath.
Quiet.
Trembling.
Fingers clenched.
Eyes wide.
A gasp caught in her throat as her body pulsed against the bed, shaking gently.
Afterward, she collapsed back, panting.
Sweat on her brow.
Heart racing.
She stared at the ceiling, dazed.
"…Why…?"
But she didn't feel shame.
She felt… wanted.
As if someone had been there with her.
Guiding her.
Holding her through it.
System Log:
– Haruna Sairenji: Host Response Triggered
– Emotional Link: Strengthened
– Sexual Sensitivity: +42%
– Seed Progression: Phase II
I pulled back gently, satisfied.
She wasn't fully mine.
Not yet.
But her body now recognized me.
Craved me.
And soon?
Her mind would follow.