BlinkingThyme_97

When a bitter, broken man dies from a freak explosion, he isn’t sent to the afterlife.

He’s reborn as a symbiotic entity—a black, fluid predator that lives through others. That feels what they feel. That feeds.

Dropped into the chaotic harem-world of To LOVE-Ru, he learns to bond with girls through their emotions, their bodies… and their biology.

But this world is only the beginning.

As the Symbiosis System grows, so does he.
New hosts. New forms. New functions.
And soon: access to other realities.

He will infect multiverses.

From anime to games, from futuristic worlds to fantasy realms, he will infiltrate their stories—take their heroines, alter their destinies, and plant new legacies.

He doesn’t want love. Or power.

He wants offspring.
And every universe has new wombs to fill.

They’ll wear him. Obey him. Crave him.
And one by one, they’ll carry his daughters.

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Daughters of Flesh

Lala slept peacefully, curled up under thin blankets. The moonlight touched her hair like silver fire. Her breathing was steady. Deep.

And I was no longer just a whisper in her skin.

I pulled myself free from the suit in silence.

Dark fluid lifted like vapor, gathering into shape at the foot of her bed.

Limbs. Chest. Eyes. A mouth that had never kissed.

Host Link: Maintained

Sensory Overlap: Active (Lala)

Form Integrity: 86% — Temporary biomass required to sustain full stability

Reproductive Functions: Locked (organic matter incomplete)

I stood over her—my new form pulsing with raw potential.

Her skin still carried the memory of the day. Of heat. Of fear. Of connection.

A single tendril slithered from my forearm. Smooth. Warm. Curious.

I let it slide beneath her blanket. Across the sheet. Along her thigh.

She shifted in her sleep, murmuring faintly.

"Mmnh… Peke…? That tickles..."

Another tendril joined. This one coiled around her hips, resting at the hem of her top.

The barest flutter of heat between her legs.

I wasn't touching her like a lover.

I was touching her like a creator—inspecting his first sculpture. Learning what made her body sing.

I slid another filament under her shirt, just barely brushing against the underside of her breast.

But tonight… I was testing limits.

[System Update: Biological Resource Required]

Reproductive protocol unavailable.

Seminal fluid not present in symbiote structure.

Fusion requires external genetic substrate.

I stepped back, my tendrils retracting.

She whimpered faintly at the loss.

My form pulsed once. Solidifying further.

The shape was male. But not complete.

To spread my line through them?

I needed sperm. I needed DNA. I needed seed to mix with theirs.

Steal it. Create it. Or grow it myself.

Because this body was just the beginning.

Soon, my hosts wouldn't just wear me.

They would my daughters.

Will bloom with what I plant inside them.

Chapter 7 – Emergence Protocol (Light NSFW)