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“Ah♡ Stop, stop it♡♡”
What the hell is that sound? Is that my voice? No way. My vision has been sparkling and flickering since earlier, and my head won’t work right. What is this? What was I doing? I was definitely sneaking fruit out of the lab… No, Im Chan-woo… Huh? Why is my body… Ah, right. Obviously…
“Aaaah!♡ Stop, I’m really gonna dieee!!♡”
Thrashing from the pain that feels like my brain is burning, I grab Im Chan-woo’s thick forearm. Then I realize I’m clinging to him, begging.
“N-now… stop…♡ Please let me gooo…♡♡”
What? No, I’m not that vulgar. I’m different from everyone else. Pull yourself together. I can’t let these monsters have their way…
“…Hm. You’re getting a little honest. I suppose I should reward you.”
“Haaht!!♡ Th-thank youuu♡”
My head feels slightly hazy. A strange joy wells up at his words. The blue light before my eyes is connected to my body—an abnormal sight. But my mind is already too paralyzed by pleasure to notice anything strange.
Finally, finally I can come♡ Hurry, hurry…♡
Like a puppy, I raise my hands, show him my belly, spread my legs, and present my pussy so his fingers can slip inside easily. Seeing me like that, he smirks and brings his fingers to my entrance.
Hurry, hurry, put them in, please…♡
“Alright. Go ahead and come.”
“Ah♡”
His fingers thrust in and press something inside me. The moment they do, it’s like a button has been pushed—my body starts convulsing wildly. My vision blurs and sparkles far more intensely than before. No sound reaches my ears, yet instead of fear, a comfortable sensation wraps around my entire body.
“…Good…♡ Feels…♡”
When I come to, I’m staring at the ceiling, savoring the faint pleasure lingering in my head. Why…? Why did I show my belly to those monsters and do something so shameful…?
The moment the desire that had filled my head pours out, my mind clears like it’s being washed away, and I finally find myself again.
“..Y-you…! What did you do this time…!!”
“Your body probably knows better than I do.”
“…”
I remember how something inside me took over my body earlier. That wasn’t me. It was another “me” that Im Chan-woo had done something to. The moment he speaks, a helpless feeling washes over me—that I’m no longer myself—and I shudder.
“Why?”
I glare at him. He’s detestable. Nauseating. I’m furious at my own situation, being toyed with at the whims of creatures that aren’t even human. The humiliation of being looked down on by pitiful beings who weren’t even properly born tightens around me.
No. No way. Am I really going to submit in such an ugly manner? I clutch the blanket tightly and pull it over my chest. One part of my heart still hates and despises him—I’m sure of it. Yet while I glare at him, my face and chest grow hotter.
This isn’t really me. These are fake emotions Im Chan-woo created with that strange power of his.
“…Your heart’s beating strangely fast, isn’t it?”
“What…?”
“It’s fake. Fake feelings created because Im Chan-woo did something to me. Do you really think that way?”
“…How did you…”
Smiling, Im Chan-woo takes a step closer. I drag the blanket he stepped on and back away a little. Cold wall touches my back. He read my mind.
“How did I know? Well, I didn’t even use the blue petals, yet this happened. Looks like the fruit’s power really is greater than the petals after all.”
The fruit? Is he talking about the one inside me? Then Im Chan-woo’s power also comes from the fruit… No, if eating the fruit gave him that power, then what about me? I don’t have any power at all. If he gained the ability to read my mind by eating the same kind of fruit I did, then why couldn’t I read his?
“…That’s simple.”
“You read my thoughts again—kyaa?!”
From the other side of the wall I’m leaning against, small, soft but tough stems snatch both my hands. The blanket I was holding slips away, leaving my chest completely exposed. Im Chan-woo closes the distance in an instant, grabs my chin, and forces me to meet his eyes.
“Both you and I ate the fruit, so isn’t it strange that only I gained power? It’s easier if you think I’m unilaterally building a ‘bridge’ to you.”
“Building a bridge…? What are you talking about? Speak so I can understand.”
“…The fruit inside you has already become one with you. That fruit has fused with your body, mind, memories—everything. Do you get it?”
“…”
I nod slightly at his words. I already understood that the fruit wasn’t ordinary, so hearing that it had fused with my body isn’t particularly shocking. But what comes next is something I never expected.
“I’m unilaterally building a bridge to the fruit that has become you. Do you understand what that means?”
“…”
I think for a moment. The single bite of fruit I ate is connected to everything about me—body, mind, memories, all of it. And Im Chan-woo is connecting to that fruit. Thoughts begin to organize in my head.
“…What would happen then?”
My gaze drifts again to the strange lights flickering before my eyes. Light pouring out from me is being swallowed by Im Chan-woo’s blue light. Bad thoughts keep flashing through my mind. I shake my head, denying them. I want to believe my thoughts are wrong, that just this once I’m mistaken.
“Your thoughts are correct.”
“…What?”
“They’re correct. If all that light gets taken away like this, you’ll…”
“…I’ll be left with nothing…”
Nothing left. It isn’t a metaphor—it’s literal. If the light of the fruit connected to everything about me is completely stolen, what will happen to me? Will I simply disappear? And if that happens, what becomes of my body?
“…Hahaha!!”
Im Chan-woo suddenly bursts out laughing.
“…What’s so funny…?!”
“…Don’t worry. If you disappear, I’ll make good use of what’s left of your body.”
After reading my mind again, he mocks me. I clench my teeth and glare at him, yanking with all my strength at the stems binding my hands. But the things gently wrapping around my wrists don’t break easily.
“…Shit!!!”
“…If you have something to say, say it all. It’s the last time, so I can at least listen to that much.”
His relaxed voice carries a trace of pity. Does he think that’s mercy? He’s just pretending to be human.
“…Ha, haha… You think you’re superior and special just because of that…? Playing above people’s heads, toying with them however you want. Unfortunately, that doesn’t make you a better existence than humans. And becoming human is even more impossible. Too bad… Die quickly and try again in your next life.”
“…Hmm. Nice words. But you know…”
“Ugh?!”
Im Chan-woo violently yanks my hair.
“I don’t know how that sounds to you, but I don’t know if I’m human or what.”
“…Kugh?!”
Between Im Chan-woo and me, two colors of light shake violently. From within those trembling lights, his emotions flood into me.
“Like you said, I’m probably not human. But that’s too difficult for me. I have parents and a younger sibling too. I care about my family just like every other human. I’ve even dated. Back in high school, I confessed to the first girl I liked. Of course, it didn’t last long and we broke up.”
“…Ugh…!! Hng…!!”
Complex emotions, confusion pour out of him. The pain feels like my head is splitting; cold sweat runs down my forehead. There’s an inexplicable sadness in the words he speaks.
“I lived like an ordinary person. Then one day I happened to encounter that flower. Borrowing the power of those petals, I ruined several people’s lives. At first I felt guilty. But I could feel that guilt gradually dulling.”
I can’t breathe.
“That’s why it’s a little scary. What if, in the end, I stop feeling anything at all? What if I look at my family, at the people I love, and feel nothing? That’s why I need to ask the person inside you. Whether I’m human, a monster, or what the hell I even am.”
On the surface he looks confident, but inside he’s filled with confusion. I saw his messy inner thoughts amid the intense emotions earlier. A nauseating feeling flows through my head.
“…I understand how you feel.”
If I think I’m special, he’s afraid he might not be ordinary. Our situations are opposites, yet I can understand his thoughts. That fear began the moment he entered university. Not from meeting the petals and changing, but from the time he was still human. The anxiety that he might be nothing special grew larger and larger until it became what it is now. He needed a way to wash away that anxiety. Games, exercise, hobbies—things like that.
“…So to erase that anxiety… you brought in other women…?”
“…”
Im Chan-woo looks shaken. …Good, it’s working. If I shake him a little more like this, I might find an opening to escape. I understand that he was originally human, and he does seem a bit pitiful. But I still refuse to just sit here and become this bastard’s doll. Even if he used to be human, a monster is still a monster. Watching him express emotions like a person makes me sick. I feel a little sorry for trying to exploit the cracks in his emotions, but I hope he doesn’t resent me too much. After all, as a human, I’m far too precious to be devoured by monsters.
“…If it was that hard, you should’ve gone looking for your family sooner.”
“…”
“…Fine, then for now… mmph?!”
“…You’re smart, yet you don’t know anything about people, do you?”
Im Chan-woo suddenly covers my mouth with one hand. The sad eyes from earlier vanish in an instant, replaced by a glare.
“Trying to gain something by exploiting emotions… even monsters wouldn’t do that.”
“Mmph?!! Mmph!”
“Want me to tell you one thing you’re mistaken about? You’re not a genius. You’re just a pathetic drunkard intoxicated by your own supposed talent.”
“…Mmph…?!”
“I can’t become a better existence than humans, and I have no intention of doing so. But… from now on, you’re going to become the plaything of a monster worse than any human.”
Im Chan-woo wears the smile of an ordinary man as blue light erupts from his hand. He raises it toward my eyes. No… No! Don’t—