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Bonus: Grace of Providence
Location: Medical Wing – Absolute Confinement RoomThe subtle hum of residual static felt like a distant echo, floating in the dense air of a room that defied the hospital's very spatial logic.
Time: Unknown (The perception of time has fractured)
"..."
Only a few moments ago, the black mist of forced ecstasy and biological pain had begun to dissipate from the parasite's neural network, allowing it to regain a fragmented consciousness.
"...."
There, on the cold linoleum floor, the silhouette of Doctor Alessia Cross remained on her knees, with her legs spread wide and her body completely numb.
(—?!?!?—)
It was only when it finally regained its senses and attempted to forcefully activate its motor functions to stand up, that it noticed how the electrical impulses of the hive mind crashed against a wall of absolute physical exhaustion.
(It doesn't respond... the flesh... the muscles... they won't respond...!)
The reason for such a thing was that the doctor's anatomy was at its absolute limit; the invasive tissues and filaments that once controlled every joint with mechanical precision were now lax, exhausted, and drained after a "session" of endurance that had shattered every biological boundary.
"Ah... ugh..."
Because of that, upon confirming it was still operational, a dry and muffled groan escaped her cracked lips, while a thread of dried saliva slid down her chin.
(How much... how much time has passed...? The circuits... the current... everything was consumed...)
For the invasive organism, the experience had been an eternity of uninterrupted stimulation and punishment; without knowing it, it had been trapped within Echidna’s divine territory, causing the operating room to transform into a space of perfect temporal isolation.
(How many days... How many days spent serving as an escape valve... without a single second of rest...?)
The insectoid mind slowly processed the memories returning to it one by one, remembering how time seemed to have stretched agonizingly until reaching ninety-six hours of a lascivious and violent vortex under that woman's yoke.
(On the outside... the vitals... the general clock... only four hours have passed?!!)
However, the greatest anomaly lay in the chronological disparity with the real world.
"..."
Because of that, in complete shock, the parasite processed how a mere four hours in the hospital's reality had been enough for its biological nest to be desecrated and used as a mere toy to empty months of accumulated sexual frustration.
(... Fear... Terrifying... No more...)
Consequently, the parasite had understood the horror that pleasure was capable of provoking, reminding it of its actions and behaviors carried out under the influence of that continuous pleasure. In an attempt to escape its own thoughts, it forced its heavy eyelids to open, showing how Alessia's dilated pupils began to scan the surroundings of the new room she had been brought to upon waking from unconsciousness.
(Analyze... evaluate... threats present...)
Thus, it came to recognize right in front of her, framed against the sterile lighting, the figures who ruled the place and observed her in absolute silence, maintaining an ambient pressure that made the parasites beneath her skin squirm in pure panic...
"—W-What...?"
As a result, the puppet's voice emerged broken, raspy, and stripped of any human intonation, dragging the words out with an evident mechanical difficulty.
"—What... do you... plan... to do... with... us...?"
Therefore, after understanding its situation, with its hands planted clumsily on the floor to keep from collapsing, the doctor's parasitized corpse held their gaze, awaiting the sentence of the beings inhabiting that room.
"Haahhh..."
However, in response to the puppet's mechanical question floating in the air, the echo of a deep respiration resonated, laden with an almost animal satiety.
"Shit, that was... fucking glorious..."
Seated a couple of steps away, Lilith’s imposing figure dominated the right side of the room, inhabiting her space with absolute parsimony and impudence.
"Hehe..."
His posture was completely masculine and carefree, slouching in a metal chair with his legs spread wide open, his thighs straining the fabric of his jeans, and both arms crossed relaxedly behind his head, exposing his silhouette in a dominant manner.
(Slsh...)
Adopting that posture with his head tilted back and his gaze fixed on the white ceiling, her sophisticated features as a primordial vampire appeared disarmed, captured in an expression of pure and absolute satisfaction that stretched her lips into a lascivious smile.
"It's been months since I felt so fucking light..."
And as he released those words, a thread of thick and glistening saliva slid shamelessly from the corner of her mouth, descending down the line of her chin until losing itself in the skin of her neck—a biological testimony to the continuous climax her anatomy had experienced during those four days of temporal isolation.
(Drooling... completely out of it...)
For the male soul governing that exuberant body, the session had not been just a physical release, but the end of a psychological torture; letting Lilith's crimson gaze wander, unfocused by the magnetism of the residual ecstasy, blinking slowly while savoring the memory of Doctor Alessia's flesh being utilized as a perfect escape valve for the physical satisfaction of his desires.
"I can't believe it... Haaah... You seriously..."
However, right beside him, the atmosphere of lascivious celebration collided head-on with a wall of ice and absolute contempt.
"...That is why I told you that you should have stored blood for emergency cases when withdrawal appears."
Standing by the frame of the confinement door, Susie remained motionless, observing the scene with a bodily rigidity that exuded a dark and dangerous authority.
(—Flash— —Flash—)
Under the fluorescent lighting, the redhead averted both eyes to the side, turning her gaze away with an expression of deep annoyance and poorly concealed disgust at her companion's obscene and vulgar display.
"Haahh... You are hopeless..."
Immediately after, she let a long, heavy sigh—laden with chronic fatigue—escape from her generous breasts, causing the waves of her red hair to slide subtly over her shoulders.
"...Well... A slave to your own impulses... How pathetic."
And murmuring those words in a barely audible whisper, Susie completely averted her attention from the kneeling doctor and the satisfied vampire, lowering her head to focus her gaze on the smartphone she held firmly in her right hand.
(Tzzz...)
However, despite her words, the instant the device's screen lit up, projecting a bluish glow that directly illuminated the woman's mature and dangerously attractive features...
"Guhehe..."
It was then that Susie's mask of forced serenity crumbled completely, replaced in a millisecond by an expression of total, absolute, and disturbing depravation.
(...!! ♡)
Her eyelids narrowed with an obsessive fixation, her pupils dilated to the absolute edges, and a light reddish flush ignited her cheeks as she devoured the contents of the screen with her gaze.
"Ah... My... Mireya..." (whispering)
Hidden from the view of the others, the phone displayed a series of images captured from a concealed angle, revealing detailed photographs of Mireya stepping out of the shower—his skin damp, his hair clinging to his face, and thick droplets of water sliding down his defenseless body after having quietly bathed in his hospital room.
"Heh... hehehe..."
Such images led a trembling, salivating smile, completely distorted by the lust of an expert voyeur, to draw itself upon Susie's face.
"...Look who's talking."
And immediately ignoring Lilith's sarcasm-laden words, her fingers trembled slightly over the device's case as she swiped the screen to enlarge the details of the young man's skin, temporarily losing herself in her own world.
(—?!?!?—)
Nonetheless, in stark contrast to such behavior, upon seeing her, the parasite's survival instincts triggered with a violence that surpassed any prior perception.
"What are you looking at?"
Upon subtly moving her head, Doctor Alessia's dilated pupils crossed paths for a brief millisecond with the red-haired woman's gaze.
(Danger...! Extreme danger...!)
However, though it was an ephemeral instant, it was simultaneously enough for the invasive organism to experience an authentic cognitive paralysis.
(That woman... that red female... She is a superior danger...)
To the parasite, the opulent, silver-haired vampire who had utilized it for four days represented a brute force—a physical and lascivious predator whose source of damage they could at least comprehend; but Susie... Susie was a completely different abyss.
(Avert the gaze...!)
Upon looking into her eyes, the parasite found no lust, no disgust, nor any human morality it could manipulate; it only found an arctic void—a gelid gaze devoid of any trace of warmth that seemed to observe the doctor's dead flesh as if it were an insignificant insect about to be crushed under a heel.
"I-I'm sorry!"
Therefore, feeling the inexplicable, illogical terror that threatened to disconnect its final filaments, the puppet jerked its head away toward the opposite side of the room, burying its chin against its chest while dragging its numb joints.
(Zzzshl...)
But in doing so, it was then that, seeking visual refuge in the opposite corner, the doctor's pupils registered the presence of the third figure in the confinement.
"...It is... Rima's turn..."
There, sitting quietly on the sterile floor, was Rima.
"...Draw."
Her physical appearance—meticulous and of delicate proportions—recalled that of a porcelain doll sculpted with a deceptive fragility...
"...It is time... to make a comeback..."
However, the scene she was starring in completely ignored the dense atmosphere of horror and lasciviousness that permeated the air.
(What... what is she doing...? A game...?)
With absolute parsimony, the girl was playing a solo card match on the linoleum against what appeared to be simple straw dolls.
(...No, it can't be... That is...)
But what froze the parasite's logic was not the game itself, but her opponents.
(They're moving... they're alive...!)
In front of her, lined up in a perfect combat formation, three small straw dolls rocked and tilted innocently on the floor, holding tiny playing cards between their rustic fingers of vegetable fiber.
"Rima activates... magic card..."
But paying no attention to such things, the girl's voice emerged in a monotonous and emotionless whisper while her fine fingers took a card from her hand with dramatic speed and rigidity, slamming it against the floor with an intensity unexpected for her appearance.
(¡¡¡ZASSSS!!!)
Despite being a simple solo match against straw fetishes, the intensity emanating from Rima's silhouette was absolute, laden with a theatricality and seriousness worthy of a duel to the death where existence itself was wagered.
"...Come... Attack Rima... With everything!"
And in response, the dolls answered in unison, waving their fiber arms and revealing their respective cards with spasmodic movements, unleashing a battle of invisible strategies of a magnitude as ridiculous as it was terrifying.
"..."
To the doctor's insectoid mind, contemplating that porcelain creature playing with such vehemence in the middle of a desecrated operating room was the ultimate proof that none of the entities inhabiting it were normal.
<"I think it is about time you returned your gaze to me...">
But it was at that moment, before the hive mind could process the absurd scene of Rima's card duel, that an inexplicable vibration manifested in the room's air.
(...?! —?!?!?—)
That was not a physical sound, but a mental frequency that penetrated directly into its neural network.
<"How long do you plan to keep averting your gaze from us?">
The voice possessed a dual and terrifying quality, transmitted with a slow, almost maternal humility, yet dragging an authority so devastating and a weight so dense that the room's gravity seemed to multiply in an instant.
(...!! The reflex... the body... move...!)
And as if responding to an inescapable mandate, Doctor Alessia's numb muscles reacted out of pure instinctual submission, jerking her head up in a reflex movement that made the vertebrae of her inert neck crack.
(Tzzz... Flsh...)
As a result, under the flashes of the lamps, the puppet focused her gaze toward the center of the space, locking onto the clinical stretcher that presided over the confinement room.
"Eh...?"
There, reclining upon the white sheets, lay the figure of a boy—or a girl, according to the parasite's limited and confused anatomical perspective.
(A human...?)
He had short, silver hair and remained deeply asleep, his face relaxed and his breathing cyclical, proving he was completely oblivious to the chaos, lasciviousness, and revelations surrounding him.
(No... the danger... the danger doesn't come from him!)
However, right beside that unconscious body, sitting on the edge of the stretcher with a blood-chilling parsimony, was the entity radiating the greatest ontological pressure in the room.
<"My, you have very good instincts, as expected of an insect.">
Her mere physical presence was an anomaly that crushed the parasite's logical circuits.
<"I will recognize that~">
Seated next to the inert body was a woman who possessed a long, luxuriant mane of a brilliant emerald green color, which fell in exotic cascades around a face of lethal and sophisticated features. This harmonized perfectly with her skin, which was of a dark, deep tone with an ebony smoothness that contrasted mystically with the tight black dress enveloping her anatomy.
(What... what is this size...?! It's impossible...!)
And even though the other women in the room possessed anatomy of an exuberant and opulent attractiveness, that woman's silhouette defied any known proportion; for her curves were massive, dangerous, and of an overflowing sumptuousness that stretched the dark fabric of her dress to the absolute limit of its seams, proclaiming her physical and aesthetic superiority over all creation.
(T-Those eyes... those eyes...!!)
But what ultimately unleashed the absolute panic of the hive mind was her eyes.
<"My, my... How interesting... So you even recognize at a glance who the prey is...?">
Upon crossing paths with the puppet's gaze, the woman narrowed her eyelids, revealing glowing golden pupils, slit and vertical like those of a true predatory serpent.
<"But despite having that attitude... That won't be enough if there is no answer... so...">
And immediately after, the corners of her lips curled subtly into a cruel and magnetic smile as she continued to transmit her voice telepathically, emanating an invisible aura that seemed to coil around the kneeling doctor's neck like a noose made of pure lead.
«—We have asked you a question. Answer, insect.—»
It was there, in front of a goddess, that the parasite understood the painful reality of how small and insignificant it truly was.
(Danger... danger... danger...!!)
The psychological terror it experienced at that moment was so devastating that it triggered a natural physiological reaction...
(Tzzz... Flsh... clac...!!)
Which resulted in the fact that, unable to contain the degradation of its container, the muscles of her pelvis completely relaxed, allowing a warm flow of urine to escape from her exposed intimacy, spreading lazily across the cold hospital linoleum in a glistening puddle that betrayed the absolute loss of its dignity.
"Ah... h-higi... nnn..."
In the end, even its mind shattered.
"Ugh... uuuh... sss..."
And unable to endure any longer, a broken, sharp, and miserable sob emerged from Alessia's vocal cords.
For the first time since infecting the medical complex, the invasive organism was not imitating a human emotion to camouflage itself; it was experiencing a genuine, visceral, and primal fear of what destiny held in store for it.
<"Good, this should suffice...">
However, it was at that point when Echidna’s telepathic whisper resonated with supreme calmness, cutting off the puppet's genuine weeping.
(—Snap!—)
With a mystical parsimony, the dark-skinned deity raised one of her fine-fingered hands and snapped her fingers in the air.
(¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡—BOOM—!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Causing, for an instant, the invisible barrier that continuously held back the energetic flow of Mireya's aura to dissolve for a single millisecond.
(...!! —?!?!?—)
There was no sound, but the entire space shook as an invisible, dense, and suffocating tide of a purest aura enveloped the absolute confinement room.
(WHAT IS THIS...?!?!?!?)
As a result, in a state of absolute shock, the parasite forced the doctor's body to snap her gaze upward.
"...A-Aaaahh... So much... Energy..."
And immediately, the corners of her lips began to salivate unconsciously, letting a thick thread of fluid drip onto the floor while her pupils stretched to the absolute limit.
For a species whose unalterable biological directive was expansion and multiplication, what emanated from the small, inert silhouette of the sleeping boy was absolute paradise: an amount of pure energy so massive, fertile, and overflowing that it eclipsed any known electrical or biological source on the planet.
"Ah... ahaa... g-gock..."
It was the perfect fuel, a divine catalyst that awakened every reproductive fiber of the insect.
<"Just as I thought, it worked~">
The puppet immediately entered a hypnotic trance, her attention completely devoured by Mireya's figure, swaying her torso in a lascivious and spasmodic manner while her mind remained in a state of biological stasis, submerged in the greed of claiming that sacred nest.
<"You see, my mere presence as a goddess intrinsically linked to the concepts of fertility and creation possesses a very interesting property...">
In that state, it was barely capable of perceiving how Echidna's voice vibrated with a dark, maternal amusement.
<"It passively and inescapably attracts both maternal, mature figures looking for a nest, as well as infants and children alike.">
Her voluptuous curves settled better against the edge of the stretcher, expanding her imposing figure while she observed the doctor's degradation on the floor.
<"It is a conceptual law from which no one can escape...">
Thus, the deity gently caressed Mireya's short silver hair, keeping her reptilian smile fixed on the puppet salivating over her own puddle of fluids.
«—And of course, that divine magnetism extends completely to my partner... Even if your reproduction is through mere parthenogenesis, your insectoid biology falls, by a very narrow margin, within that biological category that seeks the warmth of a fertile nest...—»
And narrowing her eyes, she smiled "kindly"...
«—Though, of course... for you to be able to perceive it this way and become completely trapped in our nest... first I had to personally take care of breaking down all your defenses during these four days... Heh... Hehehe...~—»
...As she welcomed it.