While a couple of brothers just told their goodbyes to each other, Eric was raising himself from the bed.

Walking, making sure not to make noise and wake Rubra up, he focused on that task completely as if dodging lasers in a security system.

After finally leaving the room, his thoughts erupted violently.

*A beast, she's literally a beast! *

His experience on Earth biased his opinion about the usual first experience in bed.

In the beginning, everything went as planned: she was shy, asked him to be gentle, and he tried to make her relax before starting with any piston-like action.

Slowly her mental worries dissipated, and Rubra resumed smiling like he was used to seeing her.

Eric was happy about that change.

He hoped not to make her regret her choice or traumatize her during her first time.

*Ah, how stupid I was!

At this point, I understand that the Phoenix race has a flimsy, ever-changing vision of the physical body, but that was too much.*

After all, for a Phoenix is normal to survive incredible danger and stress.

Their method to trick death and the reason why Rubra's parents managed to survive all this time was the same.

When a phoenix's body died, it didn't cease to work and rot, like for other species, but it was absorbed in the core that it created.

This soul core was generated when reaching lv.300 and represented something similar to a safe zone in a labyrinth.

It was the place where the body waited on standby until the core could absorb enough power from external sources to regenerate it.

The truth was, Eric was equally inexperienced in sexual relationships with mythical creatures as Rubra in general.

That's right: the closest between Eric and Rubra to being traumatized wasn't the completely inexperienced Phoenix, but the hardboiled New York playboy.

*Everything changed after the first climax. I changed, and she changed! *

What Eric didn't manage to hear in that moment of bliss, due to the heat of the moment, was the usual 'Ding' of the system.

After that sound, he felt his flame become even more intense, and Rubra's one increased in temperature as if resonating with his own.

Moreover, her eyes slowly became completely red, like in a berserk-like craziness.

*From that moment on, I remember only partial flashbacks.

I wasn't even drunk, for fuck's sake! *

Alternating in his half-joking, half-serious tone, he tried remembering once again.

All her cute embarrassment, all his care for her, all of that disappeared.

He didn't want to associate himself with the man in those memories.

That beast didn't control force, frequency, or the reactions of Rubra to his actions. He was just immersed in his own pleasure.

On the other hand, in that dreamy scene, Rubra still had red eyes and seemed a joyful, crying mess.

Similar thoughts followed in his mind, and his face continued self-reproaching himself while worrying about future Rubra's reaction she would have once woken up.

Hidden in his soul was something more, but he heard a slightly creaking door opening behind him.

Relaxing his face and showing the fake smile he didn't train for quite some long time, he turned his head toward the sound.

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''Good morning R... ''

His breath rhythm was cut short when he saw her covered in the long white sheets belonging to the bed they used the last night.

Not waiting for him to complete the sentence, she continued.

''Good morning Eric, do you, by any chance, remember anything about the past three days? ''

*Three days?!

Why is she asking me about Cain's funeral! *

Unsure about the reason for her question, he proceeded anyway.

''Sure, we had Cain's funeral, and after we had that fire incident with the system, we returned home and slept together. ''

Her face hearing the answer to her question was quizzical, and her face moved lightly from left to right.

''No, my internal clock says Cain's funeral was 6 days ago. ''

Eric's face changed in a millisecond, tracing the most probable logical conclusion.

His face started sweating and was now pale in color.

Seeing his reaction, she finished.

''So that wasn't only me...we have to figure out what happened! ''

At that point, all Eric could do while regaining his usual skin color was to nod.

*Three days?!

That beast was in my body for three days! *

He wanted not to trust his own mind at that point, hoping for some divine manipulation, but the battlefield he saw a couple hours ago in their room told another story.

Watching Eric, thinking intensely, as if having an identity crisis, Rubra turned on the place and returned to the bedroom she had just left.

''I'll have a shower. Come and join me if you want. ''

The movement of her hips seemed accentuated while saying that sentence.

Eric couldn't actually hear her, lost in his confused mind.

Not hearing any answer to her proposal, she turned her head fast, and after confirming his current situation, she sighed mentally.

*We really have to figure out how that happened. *

Rubra's memories told a different story from Eric's.

At a certain point, around two days ago, she remembered being in bed with a man identical in appearance to Eric, but his actions were markedly different.

*Those weren't actions of someone who plans ahead and overthinks.

There was a strong and attractive animal side to it! *

Then she watched in the mirror that her eyes were strangely completely red and Eric's rainbow-colored.

She felt an instinctual fear and reverence toward what she identified as an apex predator.

From that moment on, her mind remembered just pleasure, ever-increasing pleasure until the limit of rationality.

Rubra was a girl three days ago: she was embarrassed at the only thought of holding Eric's hand or kissing him.

Now it was too late: she became a full-fledged woman with sure and precise preferences regarding her inner desires.

Her feelings for Eric were unchanged. She only felt like everything became even more intense because of her flashbacks of her first experience.

Rubra's heart started beating faster.

*If Eric could partially become like that, he would be perfect! *

She slightly slapped herself noticing her own blushing face in the mirror, and continued her shower.