Chapter 633: Sayo: Wuwuwu, Eriri, I'm so hurt!
Icarus, whose vision remained unaltered by the spatial distortions, gazed at Ren's rhythmic movements with a tilt of her head, her azure eyes filled with innocent confusion.
"Master, are you feeling unwell? Your biometrics are fluctuating."
Ren smiled slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Not unwell, Icarus. Just… getting sucked into a rather delightful black hole."
He gripped her slender waist, his strength effortless as he turned them around, positioning her so she straddled his lap. His hands roamed over the smooth, synthetic skin of her armor, his touch igniting strange new sensors within her.
Looking at Icarus, Ren placed his hand firmly against her back, channeling his power. And with the impact of his movements—which were physically connecting elsewhere—Icarus's face flushed a deep crimson, and her internal body temperature spiked rapidly.
She didn't know what was happening. Strange error messages flooded her HUD.
[System Warning: Power core overheating. Emotional logic circuits overload.]
"Master, my power core…" she murmured, clutching her chest where the heat was most intense. "It feels… strange."
The warning for her power core overheating kept flashing red in her vision, a persistent alarm.
"Don't worry," Ren's voice was soothing, a low rumble against her ear. "I'm going to help you modify your body. That power core issue needs to be resolved once and for all."
As infinite concepts were injected into her frame, Icarus's artificial angel structure began to undergo a fundamental metamorphosis. He wasn't just repairing her; he was evolving her. He was transforming Icarus from a Variable-Wing Sorceroid into an Infinite Angel.
He had the ability to easily turn her into a flesh-and-blood human with a mere thought. But he chose not to. Instead, he strengthened every inch of her mechanical structure with the concept of Infinity. He reinforced her chassis while granting her the softness and warmth of a living being, enhancing her endurance to godlike levels.
Because this unique blend of humanoid warmth and mechanical precision had a flavor all its own. especially during the current touch, the physical sensations were indistinguishable from a human's—soft, yielding, yet firm with the strength of high-grade alloy.
"Master, my strength… it is overflowing," Icarus whispered, her eyes widening as the heat in her chest spread to her limbs. She didn't understand why her power core was still increasing in temperature but no longer issuing any critical warnings. Instead, it hummed with a rhythm that felt suspiciously like… life.
"A rising power core temperature isn't always a malfunction, Icarus. Sometimes, it is a sign of a beating heart, of human emotion. Let me teach you."
Ren sat up, pulling Icarus tightly into his embrace, and captured her thin, rosy lips in a deep kiss.
Icarus didn't understand what kissing was, theoretically. Her database defined it as a social greeting or a display of affection, but the electricity arcing through her neural network defied definition. Her body instinctively responded, melting against him. Her arms, usually holding weapons of mass destruction, now unconsciously wrapped around Ren's neck, seeking stability in the storm of sensation.
Even Ren's emotions were intensely heightened, fed by the dual feedback loop of the angel in his arms and the woman connected to him through the spatial rift.
Of course, the one truly experiencing the physical thrust of this encounter wasn't Icarus, but Sayo.
"Hmm?"
Across the room, Sagiri stopped her paintbrush mid-stroke, her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
She noticed because the hand Sayo had placed on her shoulder for balance suddenly tightened, gripping her with a desperate strength that dug into her skin. Sagiri couldn't help but pay attention.
Especially with Sayo hunched over, her entire body flushed a deep, unnatural red. Her breathing came in heavy, ragged gasps, and she looked visibly uncomfortable, her eyes misty and unfocused. It truly worried Sagiri.
The terrifying scene of Sayo almost dying from illness was still vivid in Sagiri's mind. If Ren hadn't appeared in their home like a miracle that day, Mom might have truly left her forever. Now, seeing her mother's body showing a similar condition—trembling, flushed, gasping for air—how could Sagiri not be worried?
"Mom? Do you need medicine? Ren-nii!" Sagiri started to stand.
"Ha… ah…"
Sayo wanted to answer, to tell her daughter she was fine, to tell her to just keep drawing. But when she opened her mouth, not a single coherent word could come out—only violent, rhythmic gasps that sounded suspiciously like moans.
Once an opening was made, the dam burst. It was unstoppable.
She lost her composure entirely. Unable to support her own weight, she collapsed forward, directly hugging Sagiri from behind, and completely let out her cries into her daughter's ear.
"Ahn! Ren-kun… deeper…!"
"???"
Sagiri was dumbfounded. The brush fell from her hand.
Her brain short-circuited. What did Mom just say?
Because she noticed something strange. She felt a heat radiating from her mother that wasn't fever. Seeing the spatial fluctuations distorting the air above Sayo's lower back, Sagiri's eyes narrowed.
She sharply turned her head toward the sofa.
Rubbing her eyes to clear the artistic focus, she then realized that the "model poses" of Ren and Icarus had become flickering phantoms. The image of them sitting politely wavered like a glitch in a video game, then disappeared.
Gradually, the truth revealed itself. They transformed into Ren and Icarus embracing passionately, lips locked.
But what caught Sagiri's attention the most was the spatial fluctuation occurring at a certain part of Ren's body—specifically his lap—and his increasingly intense, rhythmic hip movements that synced perfectly with her mother's cries.
Then she looked back at Sayo, who was trembling against her back.
Click.
The puzzle pieces fell into place. Her mind became crystal clear.
She understood!
"You!!!"
Sagiri felt her brain trembling. The realization hit her like a truck. Ren wasn't just sitting there; he was using his spatial powers to... to connect with her mother right here in the living room!
Especially with Sayo being so unrestrained right in front of her, leaning on her for support while being ravished!
This was too much!!!
Wuwuwu, Eriri, I finally understand how you feel! My head feels so heavy! Is this the weight of the green hat?!
Sagiri, who had communicated deeply with Eriri about the struggles of liking a dense protagonist, was on the verge of tears.
She clenched her small fists, truly about to cry from the sheer absurdity and betrayal.
On one side was her favorite Mom. On the other side was her favorite Ren-kun. They could have all lived happily together! Why did Mom do this behind her back? Stealing the lead?!
"I... I'm sorry, Sagiri! Mom... will compensate you later..." Sayo stammered into her ear, her voice trembling with a mix of guilt and overwhelming pleasure. "But right now... Ha! Ren-kun, I need you!!! More!!"
Sayo decided to leave the so-called compensation to Ren. Her maternal instincts had completely surrendered to her womanly desires.
"Ah?"
Sagiri had just formed a question in her blank mind—Compensate me how?—when she felt a spatial shift.
Her entire body was then pulled by Sayo, flying through the air towards the sofa where Ren sat.
Ren just narrowed his eyes and smiled when he saw the little silver-haired girl land softly in his lap, right next to Icarus.
"Sagiri, I have quite a bit of research into drawing," he said, his voice husky and magnetic. "Since you're stuck on inspiration, let me and your Mom examine your progress together. Practical lessons are always best."
"Eh!!!"
Late at night.
Ren, who had just showered at Sayo's house, walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. The steam billowed out behind him, carrying the scent of soap and satisfaction.
He saw Altair, who had changed out of her strict military uniform and was wearing a cool, casual T-shirt and shorts, standing calmly beside the sofa. She looked like a completely different person—less a creation of war, more a modern girl.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Sit down, let's talk."
Ren casually greeted her out of habit, gesturing to the furniture.
"Sit?"
Altair looked at the sofa, then the coffee table, and finally the dining table and chairs not far away. Her red and blue eyes scanned the room with analytical precision.
She couldn't find anywhere to sit.
The sofa was soaked with a viscous liquid mixture that glistened under the ceiling lights. The coffee table looked like a battlefield, and the dining chairs were no exception. The entire living room bore the chaotic, messy evidence of a fierce "battle."
"Uh... ahem…"
Ren was embarrassed. He rubbed the back of his neck.
There were undoubtedly four culprits for this terrifying scene: Himself, Sayo, Sagiri, and Icarus.
Now three of the culprits had been sent back to their rooms by him. Sayo and Sagiri were truly exhausted, their stamina depleted, and had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Icarus, however, had not.
From her increasingly skilled and violent changes in technique during the session, Ren had no doubt that Icarus could continue fighting for a long time. Her infinite endurance was truly something to behold.
But unfortunately, Altair had arrived.
Ren could only quickly resolve the situation under Altair's calm, scrutinizing gaze. Even if Icarus, after learning human emotions and the joy of intimacy, was still attached and wanting more, he could only temporarily stop.
"Ahem."
However, the historical issues remained, and the changes in the room—the scent, the fluids, the disarray—were the best proof of what had transpired.
Anyway, her gaze was calm and she didn't seem to care at all about the debauchery. Her emotions, such feelings of judgment or embarrassment, were probably very low.
Ren simply ignored the mess and asked directly, cutting to the chase: "Coming to find me so suddenly, do you have any plans?"
Altair met Ren's gaze, her expression softening just a fraction. "I'm going to see Shimazaki Setsuna."
"You've thought it through?"
He was somewhat surprised by Altair's choice at this moment. He thought she might struggle more with the existential dilemma.
"Escaping is meaningless. Besides, Setsuna has long passed through her darkest moments thanks to you. Her life is active and progressing." Altair paused, her hand brushing against the hilt of her spectral saber even in her casual clothes. "I want to see the creator who gave me life, and the one you saved."
Altair also couldn't suppress her desire to see Shimazaki Setsuna. It was the core of her existence, after all.
"Then let's go see her together."
Ren smoothed his hair back. With a thought, his wet hair and body instantly dried, and a fresh set of stylish clothes appeared on his naked body, replacing the towel.
He casually opened a spatial portal, the air swirling and cracking open to reveal a different location.
The other end of the portal led directly to Shimazaki Setsuna's home.
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