QINN POV
Back when I was still planning that corrupt and inhumane organization’s demise, I endured countless sleepless nights researching the origin of the shard and its implications, all because the idiot scum couldn’t be bothered to do it himself.
Like an IQ-deficient moron, he recklessly threw money and innocent lives at the problem until it inevitably came back to bite him in the ass.
Maeve’s Arcanum shard is a memory of a Bakeneko.
A mysterious cat possesses transformation powers and the ability to curse someone. However, with all the prana leaking and gone, Maeve won’t be able to perform such feats. If she can, the effect will be minuscule to the point of negligible. The Arcanum shard is now just a powerless memory, merging with her main personality. As for the sins, I can only speculate, but based on the Arcanum’s life record that I’ve read, I’m putting my money on Gluttony and Lust.
Gluttony for food? Maeve eats normal portions for her age so it’s not the food she consumes. I Need more research on this. Lust on the other hand is a definite one, if those heart-shaped pupils were of any indication.
So, essentially, she may be addicted to pleasure.
Good grief, I can already imagine a day without Nihility. We’d be going at it like a pair of rabbits until a week later. Death by snu-snu might be a man’s dream, but I’m a man on a mission. I will save that for the bucket list.
As for her, I might be able to repel her allure with Nihility, but what about her? Being bottled up like that is never good for anybody no matter the situation. Fortunately, the only silver lining is that the ego tampering had brought the concept of master to the forefront, superseding the sins.
Every time I issued an order, she suppressed the sins and executed it to the best of her ability. It’s only a temporary solution, but it’s better than nothing.
Sigh, none of this would have been necessary if her ego hadn’t been tampered with in the first place. What a headache. Once a vessel is broken, restoring it to its original state is impossible. Sure, you can mend the missing part, but the Sins will always linger.
I held Maeve tighter against my chest and gently brushed her hair. She would have to carry the burden of Gluttony and Lust for the rest of her life.
Moreover, there are trials involving Sins as well, but I’m clueless about what they entail or any information regarding the definition of a Sin trials. Maeve will have to face them alone, without either of us knowing what to expect.
Gathering information about Sins and their respective trials has proven elusive, no matter how close I get to the source. There’s only one possible explanation: the reverse side is blocking and obscuring this knowledge from me. I’ll need a special guide who can safely navigate me into the Reverse side. Then, I’ll have to search for the relevant information to address Bakeneko’s sins.
Easier said than done. I don’t even know what we’ll encounter on the reverse side, let alone finding a guide willing to assist us. Even with my Technomancy’s ability to scour up information, it feels like I’m shooting in the dark.
It’s a rather bleak outlook.
On the bright side, the concept of family and friends does seem to be recoverable.
Teaching a blind man the concept of color might seem impossible. However, if the blind man were to regain his sight, you would just have to teach him from scratch, wouldn’t you?
To help Maeve understand the concept of family, the plan is simple: marry her, have kids together, and raise them as a complete family with both of us as parents. Easy peasy.
Then there’s the concept of friendship...
I tried my luck with Ion, but let’s just say it’s going to be a long road ahead if Kitty outright refuses to even consider her as an ally.
With all these troubles ahead, I still have to do laundry and clean up our piss-stained clothes. Sometimes I wish my Technomancy included instant house cleaning or something.
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“-ke up Qinn, Wake up….”
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A gentle voice whispered in my ears, and I could feel something soft and squishy rubbing against my lips.
“Qinn, it’s your morning milk. Oooh…Open up.”
I cracked open my eyes to find Kitty straddling my face on all fours, swaying her loose breast right on top of my face. My bite marks were still visible. She taunted me as if daring me to flip her over and bite her more.
Morning arrives, and I already find myself locked in a battle against myself.
I won’t deny it, the true meaning behind her name suits her perfectly. She’s just as captivating as she is intoxicating. Once again, I silently thanked Nihility and gave her breast a simple kiss. Her hips surrendered, and I pulled her body to collapse on top of mine.
Her expression became weird as if undecided between making an O or an A sound, but I closed in and gave her a tender kiss. Her eyes slowly closed, savoring every last second our lips connected. I reminded myself to take it slow, so no deep kissing yet.
As we parted our lips, she looked at me with a feverish gaze, clearly wanting more, but I powered through. There’s a ton of things on the schedule today.
“Let’s have a breakfast, Kitty.”
“Hookeey.”
We got up from bed and headed to the living room to set the table for a simple breakfast of cereal and milk. Hm? Where did all the milk go? That’s weird; I should have restocked it a couple of days ago. Oh well, I guess salad and eggs will do instead. As I took a seat, Kitty chose this moment to come to my side and wrap her arms around my neck.
“Qinn, your morning milk, I made a lot for you…”
“Kitty, wear your clothes and come sit down for breakfast.”
Fortunately, the curtain is still closed, shielding us from prying eyes, as she stands next to me in all her naked glory. She’s panting hard, trying to push the side of the breast that’s still untouched into my face. Glancing at it, I notice that it’s swollen, with the areola and nipple much redder than yesterday.
“Please Qinn, I tried squeezing it but nothing came out. It has to be you Qinn….” She pleaded.
I relented after a moment, pulling her waist and seating her on my lap to make her comfortable. The sin of lust has finally cracked open, and there’s no stopping what’s coming next. So, I should just prepare myself as best I can and go with the flow.
I gave it a morning kiss, and her eyes glazed over as she started to pant harder and harder, eagerly awaiting what was to come. Without further delay, I enveloped her entire breast in my mouth and began to roll my tongue over it gently.
“HoooOOoGhoo…”
Her back arched so hard it seemed like she was trying to push her heart into my mouth as well, but I kept my pace, gently administering a slow and tender caress on her breast. It squirted out a couple of times before steadily streaming out slightly warmer, body-temperature milk. The milk was slightly sweeter than yesterday’s.
Her upper body remained motionless, but her lower body began to shake and grind down on my crotch. I don’t think she had any real idea of what the motion of her hips meant; she was simply going through the motions by instinct. Her eyes stayed fixed upwards the entire time.
When the streams of milk began to dwindle, I released her breast from my mouth and noticed that her swollen, bell-shaped breast had changed into a conical one.
She whined as the pleasure subsided, but her nipple still pointed upward defiantly, squirting a couple more droplets before finally relaxing. The areola and nipple had reddened considerably, almost darkening.
She truly is a treasure.
Before I could savor the aftertaste of her milk, she took my hand and placed her other outstretched breast into my palm. I could see that the bottom part had grown much rounder and fuller since yesterday. It resembled a long teardrop, on the verge of falling but not quite yet.
Then, she closed my hand around her stretched breast, allowing me to grip it like a handlebar.
“You can treat them rougher until they become useless, you know. Just Squeeze it hard into your mouth.” Kitty whispered.
Instead of gripping it tightly, I slackened my grip and gently rubbed her nipple with my thumb, feeling it grow wetter from the leak.
Pulling her body closer to mine, I gave her a gentle kiss on her lips while continuing to tenderly care for her stretched breast. I didn’t want to stress it any further before it could fully recover.
She pressed her crotch into mine and came squirting once, then twice, before going limp and leaning her whole body into mine. I continued to hug her, gently rubbing the back of her head and ears until she finally calmed down.
“Why didn’t you use THORN to bring them back to normal?”
“…...”
“Is it because you want to guilt trip me into accepting them?”
“…...Yes.”
“You do know that I love them, no matter what they changed into don’t you?”
“I know. It’s just….. They are so tiny and easy to become useless. That hussy’s breasts are much fuller than mine.”
“Kitty, they are not useless.”
“……”
Sigh, her insecurity about her breasts is quite something. She worries about them and constantly compares herself to others to the point of obsession. God knows where she got it from.
Well, let’s try to cheer her up for a bit.
“Kitty, from now on you can sleep in my room.”
“R-REALLY!?”
Her head whipped back so fast that I wouldn’t have been able to see it without TIME.
“Yes really, from now on, we'll share a room, and before we sleep, we'll spend some time reading or watching something in bed while cuddling. I will make sure you and your breasts feel loved.”
“U-un! I love you Qinn, I love you so much!……Haaah,…. soo sooo much.” Kitty hugged me and began to push her breasts into my mouth again.
“But remember. Maeve.”
She instantly snapped out of her lust-induced stupor, her ears perking up in alertness. This master thing works better than I thought.
“It’s strictly cuddling. We won’t go any further than that unless it is completely necessary.”
“Y-yes! Just cuddling. No stretching them until I piss all over the bed. Got it.”
I give her a peck on the lips and urge her to take a bath. Before I forget, I better tell her now before we go on another mission.
“Also, I’m installing a mask with a silencer on your BeastTech Gear.”
“Huh? I don’t mind, but why?”
“I don’t want you to go around blabbing what we did last night to every passing woman on the street.”
“W-what! I wouldn’t do that!”
“Kitty, Look me in the eye.”
“…....”
“Well, don’t worry. I will only use it only when you seem like you are about to spill the beans to Ion.”
The moment I mentioned Ion, she looked down at her breasts again. This girl.
It seems her breasts insecurity is here to stay until the end of time, isn’t it?