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In a fleeting moment of wakefulness, Milo opened his eyes to see and feel someone carrying him, running at a breakneck pace while trees, creatures, and everything around them seemed to be on the attack. Then, he lost consciousness again.
Milo finally awoke, his body aching, carried on Tiffany's back. Day had broken; they had exited the forest, leaving it behind. Although a few scattered trees from that woods remained, they were less dense here. The greenery of the earth was beginning to emerge amidst fields of crimson grass.
Many of the previous group members were missing. The Nephophobia fog had receded, allowing a sun full of hope to rise.
Milo lifted his head from Tiffany's shoulder. She greeted him warmly:
"Good morning, Milo. How are you? Hh"
"G-G-Good..."
"Alright, come on down and walk on your own two feet."
She set him down, and David spoke up:
"You're lucky, boy. We could have left you in the forest; you were a heavy burden. You really should thank her; she decided to carry you herself."
"Thank you. So... w-why did you do that to him?"
"To whom?"
"To M-Marcile."
"Oh, him. Yes, he died."
"No, y-you..."
Tiffany cut in, her voice serious:
" YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING
. You were just dreaming terrible dreams. You were unconscious the whole time. You slept through the singing of the Dark Angels; what did you expect to see? You're safe now, that's all you need to care about. Leave the memories of that place there. The forest will use them to provoke you, to try and draw you back."
"Why did you s-save me?"
"Simply because you are a transplant from Earth, just like me."
"You're from Earth too?!"
"Yes... and honestly, haha, your luck is terrible. You teleported almost right into the middle of the Crimson Forest. Hahaha, damn, what luck. My real name is Aurora, and the owner of this body is Tiffany Cutiegore. Just call me Tiffany; no need to complicate things while you're still new."
She let out a long sigh.
"If you're asking about Marcile, he was a rogue noble and a human trafficker, involved in several smuggling operations. He caused us a lot of trouble with the continent of Lena. So, some friends and I, within the scope of our work, rigged his tent and blew him and his assistants up. And you, you little troublemaker, were spying on me yesterday, which made things difficult. Which country are you from? ...I mean, on Earth."
"The East... and y-you?"
"Hmm, you don't want to say... Alright. I'm from the United States. I transitioned here about 325 years ago..."
"Huh?!"
"I love that shocked face. Actually, I'm 659 years old. I know I don't look 659. That's the age of the body's owner; she and I live in harmony within the same vessel. I might be contradictory sometimes, and my personality changes because we swap control, so just bear with me, haha..."
Milo was still processing.
"If you think I'm old, wait until you see the ones who are tens of thousands of years old—you'd never even know."
"I... I'll change the subject. W-W-What about what the old man said about the creatures of the night?"
"I didn't understand that last part... but you must be talking about the night creatures. I was protecting you from them and from Fronteria with my aura. I chose you because you remind me of myself. I felt you had a bad start, unlike me, and because you're cute, I liked you."
After a lot of walking, with the sun high in the center of the sky, the travelers sat down for lunch. Milo's belongings remained deep in the savage forest, waiting for someone to find them, so Tiffany shared her regular food with him. It wasn't human meat like he saw yesterday.
"Do you remember the name 'Minty' that I thought was my name?"
she asked.
Milo felt strange, a sense of dissociation from reality. Hadn't he told her that in the forest when he woke up? He replied hesitantly:
"Y-Y-Yes."
"Well, that's also one of the forest's effects. It can generate a Mandela Effect, manipulating your memories—adding things, deleting others. It might even make you forget safety rules. I know... the Crimson Forests are one of the most dangerous places. Luckily, we didn't meet Vanilla or any unpredictable entities. Did you see anything strange in your dreams?"
"I... I don't remember. I just remember t-that they were bad and... but I remember the face of a terrifying creature... it had four eyes....."
Kylie, Dima, and some guards turned to listen. Tiffany interrupted:
"White skin, four eyes, two noses, and radiating Black Light?"
"Yes, the place around her was very dark... How did you know?"
"That suffocating darkness, darker than usual, is the Black Light. Do you remember anything else about the dream? Even a small detail?"
"I don't remember anything except her face."
"What a disappointment... That was Nyx, the Goddess of Night. She is rarely seen. The probability of seeing her increases if you sleep through the singing of the Dark Angels. The dreams you see during her presence are dreams that will come true in some way. Also, her appearing personally instead of sending her angels predicts a massive event is about to happen, one not related to you alone. Are you sure you don't remember?"
"Yes."
"The food here is delicious, isn't it?"
Milo nodded as he chewed her food.
"Yes, I noticed that too. Earth's food is like garbage compared to this. In some places, you can eat the soil and rocks, and they taste like cake. L-Look over there."
Tiffany pointed to a moving tree.
"The tree mating season has begun. Their pheromones create a sense of happiness. You've probably felt happier here, as if you've achieved a huge accomplishment without knowing what it is."
The tree had natural colors—dense green leaves and a brown, wood-colored trunk—and seemed to be ten meters tall. However, it was walking on its roots at a speed slightly faster than a human walk. It could also swim and would attack humans if provoked.
While they were sitting on a dead log to eat, they were ambushed by a tribe of humans who appeared more primitive, dressed in caveman-like attire. They looked human but had obese bodies and the height of those with the Sixth Update. The most distinct feature was that they had no irises. There were about thirty of them.
"Damn it."
Kylie cursed. Tiffany looked at Milo with a smile and rosy cheeks.
"Alright, Milo, get ready for battle with the Homoraptors. And be careful they don't kidnap you, haha."
Milo saw something rising beneath their leather skirts.
< Ugh, don't tell me they want to... >
The humans used superpowers and weapons, while these Homoraptors—these humanoids—used only stones, sticks, and torches.
The mutants began throwing stones at the males and ran toward the females. One of the ambushers jumped on a girl who was distracted, trying to tear off her clothes, but David sliced his body with a wind blade, cutting through him like butter.
The Homoraptors fought with stone tools; the others fought with Third Update techniques.
One Homoraptor attacked Tiffany, grabbing her clothes and trying to rip them. She didn't care; she looked at him with a distracted gaze, smiling, her cheeks flushing with shyness. She reached her hand toward his face, but a soldier intervened, stabbing the creature multiple times until it fell dead. Tiffany glanced at the soldier with a look of mock annoyance.
"I wanted to try an attack."
"Sorry, very sorry..."
"It's fine, it's fine. I'll try it later."
Then she looked at Milo and saw that one of the Homoraptors had clamped a hand over his mouth and was running away, carrying him in his arms. Tiffany chased after them, laughing, with one of her soldiers behind her. She called out to the Homoraptor jokingly:
"Hahahaha! Stop! That's a boy, not a girl! Hahaha, stop!"
"Mistress, should we shoot him?"
"No... no... let Milo worry a bit more. Haha, come on, slow down."
Tiffany continued in a loud voice:
"No! Come back here! Don't take my husband! Come here, you evil bastard!"
< No, this bastard is fast! >
Milo thought, seeing Tiffany stop running, appearing tired. He didn't realize she was pranking him while his abductor continued to sprint.
Tiffany spoke to one of her maids:
"Dima, what do you think? Did you notice that pattern too? How long will the boy live?"
"Yes, Honorable Mistress. The boy won't live long. The narrative is against him. The Goddess of Night herself must have warned him, but he is an idiot and doesn't remember. I feel he is a bad omen and his bad luck might infect us."
"Fine. Wait for me here. I'll go get him. Don't let the others follow me."
"As you command, Honorable Mistress."
Tiffany took off, hands behind her back, moving with light bounds, covering twenty meters with every playful leap.
After getting far enough away, the Homoraptor sat down, pinning Milo to the ground. It began licking and sucking Milo's cheeks, gripping his clothes. Milo started to cry and scream for help until he glimpsed Tiffany standing behind the creature with a mocking smile. With a swift movement, she snapped the Homoraptor's neck and tore its head from its body with her bare hands.
Milo gasped,
"Thank you for sav—"
Milo felt a suffocating pressure from her presence. The air became heavy. Tiffany bit her lower lip; her breathing grew deeper, hotter, and faster. Her face flushed a deep red. Milo saw something growing and shifting inside her trousers. His relief turned to tension at her silence. Her crimson eyes shone brighter, and in a deep, different voice, she said:
"Come here, darling."
Her deep voice, emerging from nowhere, surprised Milo, making him scream, but there was no one to hear. She pushed her trousers slightly to the side and released her massive member—Milo had never seen one that size before.
<<<< TIFFANY IS NOT A GIRL >>>>
The thought flashed in his mind like a warning siren urging him to flee.
Milo stood up and tried to run, but Tiffany pounced on him, tackling him into a hug from behind. She trapped his hands under her knees while her massive member extended and expanded against his back. She grabbed him, not even bothering to remove his clothes, and began to rape him directly through them.
She didn't insert it all, or he would have died or suffered permanent damage. Tiffany continued to destroy him as if he were a cheap toy, kissing and licking his face, which was convulsing from forced stimulation. Milo lost consciousness several times and reached climax multiple times, yet she had not reached her first. She continued to break him like a raging bull in mating season, yet with just enough caution not to kill him...
Back with the group, they had eliminated all the Homoraptors. David asked:
"Where are Tiffany and Milo?"
Dima replied:
"Milo was kidnapped, and she went to save him."
"Honorable Tiffany had Milo taken from her?! That's strange!"
"Yes, and she went to retrieve him. Ask no more questions. You may go; I will wait for the Mistress."
"No, no, I'll wait for her too. Heh, I hope she hasn't gone too far...
< What a poor soul hhh >"
The scene returns to Milo. She continued to stretch him until he lost all sense of time. After a long while, she drove her member deep into his tight interior as he struggled to escape, filling his insides with her fluid until his stomach distended. He ejaculated again, pitifully.
She tried to pull out, but he was stuck. She wanted to fill his belly more, but Aurora returned to possess Tiffany's body.
"Damn it, what have you done?!"
She stood up, and Milo, impaled on her member, rose with her. Smiling, she lifted him, hugging him from behind while kissing him. She pulled him upward until he slid off. Her member flopped down, dripping fluid. She let Milo stand, but his legs were numb, and he collapsed without resistance onto his stomach, a giant hole torn in his clothes. He lay there twitching, unable to move. She stared at him, cheeks flushed at his miserable state, while her member hardened again, wanting more.
"Milo, are you okay? ...
" Of course he isn't okay. "
... < Damn you, why did you do this to the son of my world? > ...
" He looked attractive, Aurora, and it was just him and me in the forest, so ahem... Note that I am not satisfied yet; I want to burst his belly. "
... < Now he will definitely hate me. I wanted it to be gradual. > ...
[Aurora, in Tiffany's body, turned to speak to Milo]
"Let's go back, Milo. I am so sorry. That was the original Tiffany."
She spoke as if the word "sorry" would heal his only source of hope, his beautiful angel in whom he had placed all his trust. Milo, from the shock, simply had a face seized in horror; he had lost the ability to speak. Tiffany picked him up and forced him to stand, though he couldn't support his own weight. She began to cry fake tears.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Please talk to me."
What she had put inside him stayed there; his stomach remained visibly distended, which only made her member harder, throbbing with ecstasy and the desire for more. She began to rock Milo against her body, as if masturbating using his entire form in a disguised manner, pretending to try and wake him up. He was simply catatonic. He had broken; he didn't even realize she had stopped.
What he had seen in a single day in this world was enough to plant the seeds of severe PTSD. This world was definitely hell. In fact, he reached the conviction that this world was created solely to torture him. He had reached his breaking point, while she played with him in contentment.
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