Take It Off
Despite Ian's misconception, Bianca had been with him every single moment. In this Rift of the Continent, where bizarre phenomena occurred constantly, Bianca had no choice but to install surveillance magic throughout the cabin to protect him. It's... it's only for Ian's safety, that's all... The fact that she had even secretly watched him while he bathed revealed a far darker side to her than anyone would suspect.
Just now had been no different. With Ian's image always lingering in the corner of her vision, she was able to react the instant he stood before the door. In other words, his escape attempt had been crushed before it even began.
When she realized he was trying to run from her, a spark of anger flared inside her. The Magic Eye hadn't fully awakened like before, yet some kind of law seeped into the house in response to her emotions. The space that should have been shielded by multiple defensive spells had been breached—not because of any flaw in Bianca's magic, but due to an external factor. Specifically, the burning of the World Tree had raised the density of the laws within the Rift of the Continent to an entirely new level. It had seeped into Bianca's body without her realizing. While it was difficult for the phenomenon to negatively affect a grand mage like her, it was more than enough to provide a certain stimulus.
The remaining fragments of the Magic Eye's energy intertwined strangely with those laws, triggering a new transformation within her.
"I-Ian...!"
Ian quickly recalled his past experiences and prepared several familiar excuses, but the sight of Bianca slowly emerging from the bathroom forced him to swallow every word. The way she stormed out, breathing heavily... this was not the Bianca he knew.
Unconsciously, he found himself looking up at her as he spoke.
"Bianca? I-Is that really you?"
"Hm? Y-Yeah?"
A blue-haired, intellectual beauty. Bianca, who could no longer be called a mere girl, stared at him with a puzzled expression.
What the hell is going on this time?
What is this...
The splitting animals outside had been strange enough, but Bianca's physical transformation was even more shocking.
To begin with, aren't the residual laws here related to replication? Or is this something else entirely?
Bianca's sudden explosive growth left me full of questions. From the bewildered look on her face, it didn't seem like a change she had caused on purpose.
If that's the case, this house might not be safe after all...
The fact that even Bianca had changed meant transformations beyond my understanding could occur at any moment. This was far more serious than I had thought.
"Uh, um? Huh...?"
Only then did Bianca seem to notice something under my gaze. She awkwardly shifted her body, examining herself.
"W-What is this all of a sudden? If it's the influence of the laws... ah."
At first her expression had been unexpectedly pleased, but as time passed it grew increasingly serious.
"The protective magic has already been breached? This place isn't even against the inner wall of the rift, so the laws should have less effect here... Could the variables from my regression be the cause? No, even by the most conservative estimate, it should take at least three months for something to happen that could influence the entire continent..."
The sight of Bianca biting her nails while deep in thought felt strangely unfamiliar—mainly because she wasn't stuttering like usual.
More importantly, her appearance...
My gaze unconsciously lingered on certain parts of her before I quickly looked away.
What on earth happened during her growth spurt?
Her buttocks displayed astonishing development, but what truly stunned me was her face. The moderately cute features I remembered had transformed into a beauty so striking it was almost unrecognizable. Her cold, intelligent expression now carried such an air of haughtiness that it seemed difficult to approach her casually.
That must be what Bianca looks like in the future.
It suddenly made perfect sense why the first-round version of me had become her lover. Of course, judging her solely by appearance was terrifying in its own way.
While Bianca muttered to herself, I carefully asked,
"Bianca. What happened to your body?"
"Hm? W-Well... It seems like laws flowed in from somewhere... Oh, right! Ian! Are you okay?"
She rushed over and grabbed me. Unlike before, instead of simply clinging, she wrapped me in her arms and began frantically running her hands over my body.
Hmm. This feels... strange.
I wasn't used to Bianca's suddenly matured form, but her deadly serious expression suggested she wasn't doing anything weird, so I didn't resist. The way her hands seemed to focus especially on my lower body sent a slight chill up my spine, but it appeared she was simply worried and trying to examine me thoroughly.
"I-Ian's body... so soft..."
What is she even saying?
With her head lowered, muttering under her breath, Bianca continued exploring my body without any sign of stopping.
"......Bianca?"
How long is she going to keep touching me?
I stared at her with a dumbfounded expression, but her grave face made it seem impossible to stop her.
I don't know how much time passed. Just when I started worrying that her touch might leave marks, her hands finally stopped.
With a heavily flushed voice, Bianca asked me,
"I-Ian..."
"Yes?"
"C-Could you take your clothes off for a moment?"
"......What?"
"I-It's just to check! Really!"
I glared at Bianca with ice-cold eyes.
Hehe... hehehe...
Bianca, whose beauty could make her the first love of countless men, was currently laughing like a perverted old man inside her own mind.
It wasn't the first time this week she had touched Ian's body, but after regaining her original form, the sensations were far more vivid. She couldn't hide her delight. At first she had truly been examining him out of concern for his well-being, but the more she touched the soft, yielding flesh, the more addictive it became. She simply couldn't stop.
In the future, Ian's body had been firm and rigid from muscle. But the current Ian was different. The body caught between boyhood and young adulthood felt impossibly soft to her, and the gap made something hot bloom deep in her belly.
Her body fully ignited. With a suggestive look on her face, Bianca licked her lips in obvious regret. Even if she forced herself on him right now, Ian wouldn't be able to resist, but...
I-I don't want Ian to hate me...
Her dependence syndrome actually worked to suppress her sexual urges to some degree. Still, wanting to savor his body just a little more, she had greedily asked him to undress. Naturally, it was rejected.
"...No."
Ian covered himself with his arms, openly showing his strong refusal.
That really is asking too much...
As a man, he wasn't completely unmoved by the now-mature Bianca's beauty. However, the vivid memory of being utterly overwhelmed by her magic still burned in his mind, preventing him from easily approaching her. There were also practical reasons.
It's just too hard to adjust to.
Even though he knew the beauty before him was Bianca, a natural sense of rejection rose inside him. Honestly, if it weren't for her characteristic stuttering, Ian would have kicked open the still-sealed door and attempted to escape immediately. The constant barrage of incidents had left him with a deeply ingrained suspicion. In a way, it was the sorrow of the weak.
Even though I've grown used to all kinds of situations... without power, I still can't respond properly.
If another incident occurred, he had no idea when he might lose his life.
Without needing help from anyone...
If only he possessed the overwhelming power to fight alone.
In response to Ian's fierce determination, the sword within his mind began to resonate.
Hehe, hehehe. Ian is so cute...
Of course, quite apart from Ian's awakening, Bianca continued to feel intense excitement toward him.
Hmm, hmm.
Beneath the silent wilderness,
someone's song echoes from the ruins.
The sweet nasal tone settles in the ear,
refusing to leave the mind.
Beneath the silent wilderness, someone's song rang out from the ruins. Simply hearing it was enough for the sweet nasal tone to settle in the ears and refuse to leave the mind. It was not a figurative expression.
The sound lingering inside the brain did not disperse on its own. Instead, it gradually amplified, delivering constant shocks to the mind.
As the song continued, musical instruments buried underground began to rise. Grotesque monsters resembling musical notes shrieked with ecstasy in time with the melody.
Using the monsters' screams as accompaniment, the humming grew increasingly excited and repeated without end.
In the midst of this bizarre yet artistic scene, a man covered his ears and slowly approached a figure sitting in the corner of the ruins.
The woman sitting there with a sorrowful expression offered him a gentle smile in greeting.
"Have you come, traveler?"
The devil of music. Lord of melody and conductor of the twilight orchestra—Maestro of the Dusk Ensemble. Carmasion spread both arms wide in welcome.