Lewd Wisdom (4)
Kiiiiiik. Clang.
The iron door slammed shut with a resounding echo, and the girl opened her eyes.
Rustle.
"……."
The girl slowly pushed herself upright.
It had changed.
The space around her was utterly transformed from what it had been before.
And above all…… the very sensation of perceiving it all felt alien.
"Guh…!"
A vast repository of knowledge suddenly implanted in her mind, paired with a dramatically heightened intellect.
The girl felt disoriented by this version of herself so profoundly different from who she'd been.
"It hurts……."
No external wounds marred her body, but perhaps as a side effect of the excessive experiments, blood trickled from her nose.
"It hurts so much……."
Drawing on the memories embedded deep in her brain, the girl grasped her situation.
Humanity's knowledge vault and the New Humanity Project's test subject.
As the sole survivor of the experiment, she had been classified separately and given special treatment.
Of course, "special treatment" still meant being caged in a filthy iron-barred enclosure like an animal.
"……Everyone's dead."
Friends she'd met after being sold by her parents during a famine and turned into a test subject.
They'd comforted each other, promising that once the experiments ended, they'd escape this place together.
For them to die so pointlessly like this.
"I'm sorry… everyone… I'm really, really sorry…!"
Tears like chick peas streamed from the girl's eyes.
After sobbing for a long while, she gripped the bars and stood.
Drowning in grief and mourning her friends here wouldn't change a thing.
She needed to spend that time devising even the slightest chance of escape from this place.
And someday, revenge on those who'd reduced her and her friends to this state.
That was what the girl had to do.
With her exponentially advanced intellect and the knowledge directly etched into her brain from the experiments, it was entirely possible.
The girl sat cross-legged and focused.
She sifted through and categorized every scrap of information she could gather from her current position, storing it in her mind down to the incomprehensible details.
A three-dimensional map of the research facility took shape in her head.
One year.
She would complete the full analysis and escape within one year.
Flames of fierce determination blazed in the girl's eyes.
Time flowed onward.
The girl was periodically removed by the Sector 1 researchers for checkups on various metrics and subjected to further experiments.
Horrific, agonizing procedures—like her skull being sliced open with space-cutting magic to poke at her brain, or parts of her body being severed and reattached while her nerves were warped—but she endured, focusing on gathering intel from the outside world.
In the meantime, two more girls were added to her cage.
Muria-17-06, who appeared around the same age as her, and the slightly younger Muria-25-03.
The only other survivors from the same experiment batch.
This also meant the experiments had reached batch 25, with all but these three—including her—dead.
"Big sis Chilchil… it hurts so much……."
The girl embraced Muria-25-03, the latest arrival, whom they called Samsam.
She patted her head and blew gently on it.
"All better now, all better. Shoo fly, don't bother us, yap."
"…Heehee. It doesn't hurt anymore."
Samsam clung tightly to the hollow of the girl's collarbone.
To think even a child this young had endured such brutality….
The girl's heart burned with bitter sorrow.
No matter what, she had to escape with these kids.
She steeled her resolve.
"Yukyuk's from Liverhild, huh…."
"Yeah. It's a beautiful place with rivers flowing through fields of blue grass."
"I wanna see it someday…."
"If we get out, I'll show you around."
"Will there be fish in the river?"
"Tons of 'em! I used to catch heaps back in the day."
Exotic place names from knowledge implanted in their minds, far beyond what they'd experienced firsthand.
Still, the girls pushed that aside, imagining splashing in those rivers themselves.
"You know? They say when princesses get kidnapped by bad guys, a prince comes to save them. And then they get married."
"Princesses are kings' daughters, princes are kings' sons. So that's marrying your sibling?"
"Nah, it's a prince from another country."
"Oh."
Pointless chatter, but it helped them forget the pain as they kept talking.
"Think there's a prince out there to save us?"
"If we were princesses, maybe."
"Who knows. There might be a prince somewhere who sees us as princesses worth rescuing."
Born into lowly stations with no exposure to the wider world, yet now brimming with vast knowledge.
Topics for conversation overflowed.
The experiments on the three girls grew ever more brutal.
"Endure it! Do you have any idea how much funding and time we've poured into you? Suck up that pain!"
The project to create the pinnacle of human brains—a god of artificial knowledge—raced toward its climax.
"Big sis Chilchil…."
"You okay?"
When the ragged girl returned from an experiment, the other two enveloped her in a warm hug.
"I'm fine… just a little tired……."
Pondering escape methods, Muria-25-03 suddenly bounced up excitedly.
"Big sis Chilchil! I figured out something amazing!"
"…Something amazing?"
"Look at this!"
The girl began drawing on the straw piled across the floor.
"You… what did you just draw."
"This is the reproductive organ humans use for breeding, and we all have one!"
"…I know that much."
"But when a man and woman get married, his fits into hers like custom bricks!"
Muria-25-03 scribbled away like a kid discovering something fun.
"Like this!"
"……Oh."
A trivial doodle, yet the girls felt an odd pull.
The innate breeding urge buried in their genes.
"……Kinda wanna try it sometime."
"But not with just anyone."
"Ideally a prince! Hehehe."
Brakes off in these pubescent girls.
"What if a prince ends up with one of us later? What then?"
"Hmm… What if we all just marry the prince?"
"Nah. He might only want one."
"Then we'll bless whoever he picks and step aside. Sound good?"
"Perfect. No objections!"
"Heehee, Samsam can yield to her big sisters anytime."
With vast sexual knowledge added to the mix, their fantasies spiraled endlessly deeper.
"How 'bout this position?"
"Feels like it'd be nice… but tiring, can't hold it long."
"This one's called mating press."
"Goes deeper, sure… but wouldn't it be heavy?"
"Then I ride on top! Hiya!"
"Men ejaculate liquid at climax."
"Like ours?"
"Kinda different. Causes pregnancy too?"
"Wonder what it tastes like."
"Maybe sweet?"
"If I spend my first night with a prince, I'll clamp down with my skills."
"Like you've got experience."
"No experience needed—knowledge is supreme."
"You'll fumble and finish early, watch."
"They do it anally too?"
"Sounds painful."
"But the info says it feels good, like pooping."
"Eh… still no. Dirty."
"That's the appeal."
"Tentacles go in nipples?"
"No way. Impossible."
"Maze guide warns it can happen in sensory block traps—be careful."
"Maze sounds scary."
"This… personality jelly. How does it work?"
"Just fantasy. Excreting personality? Impossible scientifically. Hot, though."
"If real, it'd be horrifying—trapped in jelly forever, unable to do anything… Better to die."
"I'd stop thinking immediately."
The more depraved their imaginings, the more hormones masked their pain.
Chit-chat time let them forget the bleak reality and experimental agony, if only a little.
Precious, irreplaceable moments of pure happiness.
Maybe I shouldn't escape.
What if something goes wrong and the kids get hurt?
As long as we can stay here sharing fun stories… wouldn't that be enough?
Now that she had something to lose, the girl grew afraid.
Her iron resolve began to fade.
Never imagining the horrific end awaiting them.
"Muria-25-03!"
A memory of despair, etched into eternal regret, revived as a dream.