Forbidden Fruit

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That same night…

As the other residents of Maple Inn slept, a young woman, beautiful beyond all imagination, tossed and turned in bed as her haunted memories of the past came flooding back…

(“I’m not scared of you! It doesn’t hurt at all!”)

Scccchkkkk

(“Ahhhhhhhh,”) she cried. Nana reached up to hold the bleeding nub that was once her right arm. Tears rushed to her eyes as a new wave of pain shot forth.
Lucy looked down upon the teenager with a solemn expression on her face, her eyes boring into the young girl like daggers.

(“So does it hurt now?”)

Nana, now bleeding profusely, dragged her body away from Lucy, a trail of crimson flowing behind her. She wanted the pain to stop, she wanted Lucy to stop. She wasn’t really going to hurt Lucy, just coax the rouge Diclonius to abide by her. But now Nana knew she was in over her head.

The short haired girl turned onto her side to look back at Lucy, her face wet with tears. (“Please no,” she pleaded. “No more.”)

Schkkkk-Schkkkkk

Lucy’s answer came in the form of another series of flesh rendering attacks that left Nana speechless. She could no longer find the means to hold herself upright and landed unceremoniously to the stone ground. A euphoria of pain washed over the young diclonius and slowly she felt her eyes grow heavy with sleep.

(“Does it hurt now? Are you suffering yet? Don’t worry. I’ll put you out of your misery…”)

Lucy shot up in bed, her breath catching in her throat. As if on cue, thunder ripped through the air making her heart jump.

Then she nearly screamed as an explosion of pain wracked her skull. White, hot, and blinding, as if her horns had been set afire from the inside out.

A feeling of nausea washed over her, causing the rouge Diclonius to fall back to the bed, the roar of thunder mirroring her own thoughts.

“Nnnnnngh,” Lucy groaned. “My head…”

Her horns were already growing back, but something was different about the pain.

She felt different…

Bringing her hands to her head she felt for the nubs that were once her birthmark, cringing when her fingers met the gauze strips. There was bleeding, but it wasn’t too serious. At least…she hoped not.

She wasn’t a doctor so there was really no way to tell.

Beads of sweat rolled off her forehead, her gorgeous pink hair matted to her face. She placed her head in her hands as the nightmare came creeping back.

‘Nana…’

Some time ago the young Diclonius had come to the Maple Inn to exact revenge on her. She had damn near succeeded too, a fact that was scary even for her to believe. The young Diclonius could have easily dispatched her time and time again.

But she hadn't.

Even to this day, she still couldn’t figure out why Nana hadn’t crippled her when she had the chance. Was it compassion, empathy, or perhaps admiration? Lucy hadn’t dwelled on such things back then, and now it was killing her.

Nana’s vectors were longer reaching and stronger than hers, but do to the girl’s empathetic nature, she had been spared. Unfortunately for her however, Lucy wasn’t as forgiving.

It was justifiable for Nana to hunt her down after all; she had nearly turned the naïve girl into a quadriplegic.

Lucy frowned at the thought. Maybe she had taken her grudge against Kurama a little too far. It wasn’t Nana’s fault for getting caught up in the mess that was Lucy’s life. She had crippled the fair skinned Diclonius just to get back at him for taking away everything that she cherished.

If there was a way to turn back the wheels of time, she would have left Nana alone.

She had torn the young girl apart, a fact that had been haunting her ever since that day...

[Don’t be ridiculous. You’d be the one limping out of there if you hadn’t retaliated.]

Lucy cursed her inner voice. “No, that’s not true.”

[Liar, you wanted to hurt her, to teach her a lesson, and you succeeded.]

“Who the hell are you anyway?”

[I’m the one that’s pulling the strings, that’s who. It’s just a matter of time until I get to control you…]

“What? Get the hell out of my head! I don’t want to hurt anybody anymore!”

[So you say…]

It took her a full minute to figure out that she was talking to herself. The voice ceased its taunts however, so she didn’t have to reflect on it.

Lightning flickered constantly outside the windows of the somewhat decrepit room she was sleeping in.

"Nana..." the beautiful Diclonius felt her eyes moisten, "I'm so sorry..."

For the young femme fatale, life was excruciatingly hard. There were plenty of times she wished that she hadn’t done the things that haunted her most. But wishing was for fools. And so far, nothing had worked out well for her at all.

“Maybe I deserve to be all alone in this world…”

And then... there was Kouta, her everlasting light in the darkness.

“Kouta…” she said his name like a prayer, sacred and softly. Just thinking of being in his embrace, one more time, made her heartstrings pull.

She rested her hands over her heart, like an angel in solemn vow. “I love you… so much.”

He was a double-edged sword; he brought her unbridled happiness, but at the same time unfathomable remorse. If only…

Lucy placed her face in her hands as tears started to spill forth. “It’s not fair.”

Pain gripped her heart. Why did she do the things that she did? It seemed the more attached she became with her family the more it hurt her, kind of like the “Hedgehog’s Dilemma.”

Even in sleep she could not forget the memories of what she did to her.

(“Please no, no more!”)

A sudden jolt shot threw her body. She could still hear the sounds; the rending of flesh and muscle being torn from bone…

She turned uneasily to stare up at the ceiling, her tear-stained face a stark contrast her snow-white skin. The lightning flickering outside lit up the small room followed by the rumbling that came with it.

“Nana,” she whispered, her eyelids lowering in a sorrowfull gaze. ‘Kouta... What I've done to them... is unforgivable. I take away all that is good from them, and yet I should live... ’

The scarlet haired beauty felt an onrush of emotions flood her mind, and fought back the urge to cry once again.

‘I don’t deserve their forgiveness.’ I don’t deserve to live…’

Her bottom lip quivered, a lone tear rolling down her smooth face as she sniffled. Normally she wouldn’t have cried for any reasons, not one. But ever since that night on the stairway, the ice around her heart had melted.

Lucy brought her hands to her face... and began to sob quietly. All the pain, all the people she'd killed; her emotions forever locked away into a dark and forgotten place in her mind, were coming back. Like a dam bursting within her mind, all the familiar faces of people she'd slaughtered, families she'd ruined, and... friends she had broken, had been released into a gaelstorm of flooding memories, all as vivdly clear as the day they had transpired.

Her cries of pity at the disdain that some higher power had forced upon her in the world... was becoming too much, anymore.

‘No more...’ Lucy pleaded, her pained sobbing muffling through her hands. ‘I can't take this anymore...!’

For a fleeting moment, she considered just ending it all. No more pain, no more suffering. It would be so much easier to not have to carry the burden of everyone’s feelings on her shoulders…

CRACK-BOOM!!!

A crash of thunder ripped through the house causing even the usually stoic Lucy to yelp and pull the sheets over her head, her sadness suddenly forgotten.

“AHH!” Lucy cried out.

It was a foolish thing to do, especially given her age and total lack of fear, but after coming back from the ‘grave’ as it were, her emotions were often times overpowering.

As the sound echoed off into the distance, Lucy slowly brought the white blanket down from her face. She still couldn’t believe how such a natural occurrence as lightning was able to scare her so easily.

Maybe it was because it sounded so much like gunshots…

Then she noticed that her bed sheets had been ripped to shreds.

‘Great…’

Lucy let out an exasperated sigh. “This is just what I needed.” She thought sarcastically.

She tore the blankets off her body (or what was left of them) and stood up, the dull pain in her head throbbing.

She wanted… no, needed to see Kouta. If she fell asleep now, she would most likely come back as Nyu, or worse…; something she didn’t want to happen. Not until… she proved to Kouta how deep her love for him really was.

Stumbling to the door, she pulled the paper screen to the side, not bothering to close it after she stepped through.

The hallways were barely lit in the house, dimmed to the point where one had to be careful in their steps. But neither of this could deter Lucy, for she knew Kouta’s room from memory alone.

Wearing only an oversized t-shirt, the brisk recycled air nipped at her bare legs, as well as an area not worth mentioning…

About halfway there, she started to hear things. She froze, letting her acute sense of hearing sift through the conundrum of noise coming from the rainfall.

‘That sound…’ she narrowed her eyebrows, ‘Is that… moaning?’

[You’ll never know if you don’t see for yourself.] Her voice replied giddily.

Lucy rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t talking to you.” She replied coldly.

[Yeah right.]

She gave a small grunt of annoyance and continued on her way. Turning a corner, Lucy noticed that the sounds she heard earlier were coming from the raven haired girl’s room, Mayu.

It was most definitely moaning, though for what reason she had no clue.

A reason… that she wanted to know.

Maneuvering through the near dark of the hall, she managed to find the paper screen that separated her from the truth. A small bit of fear crept into her spine. For some reason or another, she knew that Mayu had to be doing something…but as always with human emotion, curiosity was getting the best of her.

With the thought of visiting Kouta somehow slipping her mind, she inched her way forward, her slender fingers outstretched to the handle…

“Oh…… Mmmm…… Ahh……”

A cold sweat broke out on Lucy's skin, the muffled moans coming from inside the room making her shudder unconsciously.

It was now or never…

Lucy started to slide it open… and then she stopped… cold.

Lying before her…on the bed…was Nana…completely exposed in all her naked glory. What her mind pieced together next was that she had her legs spread wide, hands mingled in midnight silk…belonging to an equally nude Mayu.

She watched in awe as Mayu buried her head between Nana’s legs, her tongue pushing inside of her tight pink folds. The pink haired girl writhed on the bed as she moaned, her cute kawaii voice ringing softly in the air.

‘Oh my…’

A notable tinge of pink bloomed on Lucy’s cheeks. She wanted to run away from this sight, to purge her memory of the naked bodies entwined together, but something was wrong…she was liking it.

The dull throbbing in her head returned, along with a strange tingling that covered her entire body. Her breathing deepened as she watched Nana writhe on the bed beneath her raven haired counterpart, moaning. Heat pooled in her womb like molten glass, causing her to shake with restrained pleasure as it surged through her bloodstream.

She couldn’t deny it, she couldn’t help it. Her own body was taking control of what to feel.

She was aroused.

The very notion made Lucy sick to her stomach. She didn’t want to watch this, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“What’s happening to me,” she whispered to none other than herself.

[I can see you’re enjoying this too.] That damnable voice whispered, her words dripping with sultry undertones. It sounded so much like herself, but it wasn’t.

Lucy whimpered slightly, “No...”

[-Really? Then how about this…?]

Just then, her vectors slid out of her back of their own free will. Lucy watched in a daze as they floated around her, their hands reaching out to her soft flesh.

“No…please…” she whispered as they moved in, “Stop…” though in the back of her mind she was actually wanting them to touch her. Lucy’s “gifts” to the world slid their hands up and down her creamy thighs, coming awfully close to her pussy at times.

“Ohh…”

The pleasure in her honey pot was getting more intense, the aroma of her sweet center driving her crazy… until finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

Lucy snaked a hand down her stomach, gasping as one of her fingers slid against her nether lips. A shot of pure bliss wracked her body as her appendages dipped inside her petals, the wetness outlining her smooth sex proof oh how much she wanted this.

The scarlet-haired beauty felt her lips move on their own; the name of the one she so desperately adored, the one that her alter ego, Nyu had fondled while in the bath, the one person that had forgiven her when she herself could not, slipping into the dark.

“Nana…” she moaned in a soft cry of yearning lust. Her final wire of resistance broke. And delicately, she started to stroke her hairless crotch with her palm.

[Good girl...]

Suddenly the hallway was filled with quiet panting and stifled gasps. The Diclonius rubbed her hand fervently against her wet labia, trying so hard not to moan as her fingers grazed her glistening opening. She reached up underneath her night shirt to stroke her bare breast as Nana did to her own, her nipples hardening almost instantly.

This was so wrong for her to do this, she thought. But seeing Nana in her glistening, naked form with Mayu's mouth covering her forbidden fountain only made her want to satisfy herself even more.

Her vectors slid their cold hands down Lucy’s chest, gently tearing away her shirt as they groped her. The dozens of psychic arms surrounding the Diclonius’ body caressed every single square-inch of her skin; stroking, squeezing, touching her everywhere they could their hands on. Lucy could not help but moan, the nerves underneath her skin feeling like they had been awoken into a tingling state of neurotic pleasure.

“Unh…” she leaned her head back and choked on a moan, heatedly scrubbing her fingers against her ‘rose’ while pinching a breast firmly in hand. The vectors continued to apply their softened assault on her nubile body with increased fervor, giving the “Queen” the incentive to leave her gasping breaths not only to herself.

“Huff… Huff… Hufff…”

Lucy shifted her legs slightly as several of them stroked her backside, moaning as the cold digits squeezed her rump hard, pushing the soft flesh between their smooth fingers.

[Mmmmm,] the inner voice cooed. [-So juicy…]

The Diclonius couldn’t help but blush, not used to hearing such dirty words being uttered about her own body. She moved her fingers harder against herself as Nana arched her back and moaned, her sweet juices running down her thighs, coating her skin in nectar.

[Ooooooh, that’s it…]

By now her shirt had been reduced to tatters, and slid gracefully off her glistening body to the floor. Lucy kept her movements slow, her fingers rubbing against her slick lips while her vectors caressed her thighs, breasts, and backside in gentle and hard stokes. Strange, she had never thought of using her vectors like this, and it was helping her to get off in the process.

Nana’s head rolled on the pillow as Mayu continued to delve into her, making Lucy utter a low “Oh,” in desire.

Suddenly she was wishing that she was the one pleasuring her…

With a sharp intake of breath, Lucy circled her fingers around her pussy and
pushed them into her sticky core, tossing her head back and choking on a moan as her knees bent. Oh, God, how she missed this. It had been such a long time since she had felt pleasure that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.

Stroking the plush of her inner walls, she watched as Mayu eagerly sucked on Nana while her hands found their way to the girl’s breasts, giving them a nice squeeze. Lucy wanted desperately to join in, but knew it would only complicate things if she did. Using her free hand, she kneaded her left breast as she pumped her fingers in and out of her snatch in a steady rhythm, her tight vaginal walls milking them with their velvety softness.

("Mmm... Ahh... Oh... Oh, Mayu...")

Lucy superimposed herself over Mayu, imagining that it was her licking Nana’s cunt, that it was her fondling the girl’s breasts. Lucy moaned contentedly as she scrubbed her fingers back and forth inside her slick cavern, the added sensations of her vectors playing out on her skin and the squeezing of her breasts putting her into a mind-numbing state of erotic heaven.

She could only imagine what it would feel like to Nana...

"Ahh..." with her appendages sawing back-and-forth inside her tight folds, the juices were now flowing out of her maidenhood like rich honey, lubing her fingers and hand in a thin film of sweetness as she slipped them in and out of her tunnel at an even faster pace.

“Mmmmm-oohhhhh,” The elder Diclonius purred. The friction was good, but she still wanted more. She inserted her ring finger along with the other two and pushed deeper, a white hot bolt of pleasure slithering through her body as she hit her sensitive spot. Lucy stifled a scream between her lips, but it was rather difficult considering how hot this was getting her.

So caught up in her little game she was, that if anyone decided to get up at this time of night, she would most certainly be found.

But at the moment she could care less.

Nana’s moans started to increase in volume, indicating that her climax was soon approaching. Lucy felt a tingle in her core and began to masturbate at an alarming pace, rubbing her other hand over her clit, increasing the sensations threefold.

She could feel it, the waves building up inside her. As Nana pulled her legs around Mayu’s head, Lucy rammed her fingers, hard, fighting back the urge to cry out as her walls clamped down on her.

“Nnnmmmggh,” Lucy held her tongue as her first orgasm hit, juices spilling out of her and onto the ground. Nana came right behind her, letting out a breathy moan that made Lucy come again, practically drenching her hand and thighs.

“Uhhhhhh,” She kept the rhythm going for a little longer, until her legs started to give out.

Lucy fell to the floor on her knees, somehow not alerting the others to her presence, and basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. Leaning over, she tried to get her breathing under control, her gorgeous pink hair foreshadowing her beautiful face.

‘I…I can’t believe I just did that…’

Everything came rushing back now, and she suddenly realized that she had just pleasured herself with none other than Nana in mind.

‘Why… why do I feel this way for her…?’

She no longer had the nerve to go in and tell Nana the things that bothered her the most. In fact, they had just doubled.

‘Kouta…I love, Kouta…’ No matter how many times she thought his name, her thoughts kept wandering back to that sweet, innocent face of someone else, Nana.

Looking up, she noticed that the two girls were getting ready for a second round, this time Nana being the one to please.

Lucy still felt that tingle from before, and watching Mayu wrap her ever soft legs around Nana’s waist made her want to start all over.

The scarlet haired girl moved into a sitting position on the ground and spread her legs wide, her labia already wet and waiting. Lucy teased her wet entrance with her fingers, idly spreading her swollen lips with one hand while she watched the two girls go at it. She listened to Mayu moan as Nana’s hand moved inside her thighs, the sound alone making her horny again.

“Mmm…” she murmured, biting her lower lip. The pink-haired girl traced her lips down Mayu’s chest, tilting her head sideways as she eventually enveloped her breast into her warm mouth. Mayu gave small gasps of pleasure as Nana suckled on her nipples, leaning her head back as the Selpelit made wet sucking sounds and hummed softly on her soft flesh.

“Ohh…” Lucy groaned in mild frustration. She slid her fingers in and out of her pussy in the same fashion as Nana was doing to her raven-haired counterpart, the glistening cream seeping out of her delicate petals only further reminding the scarlet-haired beauty how much she needed to be touched at that moment.

‘…I… I should be in there…’ she thought, frustrated. ‘She deserves so much more than what she can give…’

[No need.] Her inner voice cut in. [Allow me to assist you, my dear…]

Lucy’s eyes widened when she felt something cool, yet soft teasing her labia. When she nervously looked down, she noticed that two of her vectors were playing their fingers out on her pussy.

“A-ahh…” Lucy stuttered, her breath shaky. Vectors could cut through solid steel and cast iron like a thin sheet of paper, and the last place she wanted them right now was down there…

[Don’t worry,] she said reassuringly. Her voice was practically dripping with honeyed lust, [I have no intention of causing harm to you.] One vector slid its slender finger inside her labia, causing Lucy to involuntarily shiver.

[…You’ve had to bear with so much pain… so much suffering. And I have been unable to help you, all this time…]

Lucy felt a trace of pity enter her heart, “W-what… do y-you mean…?”

One of the vectors started massaging her pubis with its palm, stimulating her, while the other was lightly rubbing at her folds. Then, Lucy noticed the other two had moved behind her back and were now draped over her shoulders, caressing her breasts.

[That will be a story for another time, my love,] the voice declared. [For now… I want you to relax,] she lightly commanded.

“Ooooooh,” The Diclonius leaned back on her hands in order to keep herself from collapsing to the deck, moaning as the vectors grazed just inside of her nether lips. She hadn’t even been penetrated yet, and she felt that she would climax from the stimulus alone.

“M-m-mmph…” Lucy slid her hands all over her svelte form as the invisible instruments continued their work, not even realizing that she was being suspended by her numerous vectors. Technically lying on her back, Lucy cupped one of her firm breasts while rubbing her free hand over her girl gash, liquids flowing freely from the tender petals.

The feeling of weightlessness, accompanied by her roaming ministrations and vectors, made for a rather powerful mix, “Mmph…!”

By now, Nana was kissing her way down Mayu’s body, her lips passing over the human girl’s abdomen. Lucy panted softly, hoping that the torture she was enduring down south was about to end…

Then, in one motion her vectors plunged deep inside her, their fingers being engulfed by her wet tunnel. To say that it was the best feeling in the world would be an understatement.

“Gaaahhh,” she gasped. The sudden euphoria washing over her was intoxicating.

Lucy lolled her head back and moaned as the “hands” made deft strokes inside her cunt, the juices pooling in her glistening flower giving them easier gliding access to plow deeper.

The elder Diclonius mewled and purred quite loudly into the hallway, not even caring if anyone heard her anymore. Mayu was moaning as well, masking Lucy’s own silent cries of pleasure.

“Ahhhhh... ooooohhhhh... mmmmmm,” Lucy’s hips started bucking of their own accord, matching their movements as they plunged into her tender core that was
threatening to swallow them.

Unbeknownst to Lucy, her physical appearance was changing. Her hair was growing longer, her eyes taking on a deeper shade of red, and her wounds, both old and new, were healing faster than ever.

In her sex induced daze, however, the most notable impact she felt was her heightened sense of pleasure. Not several minutes ago her first orgasm had felt wonderful, but this…

Her “gifted” hands started scissoring their fingers inside her molten depths, while the others cupped her breasts tightly in their silky soft palms, increasing the pleasure tenfold.

“O-Oh, god…” Lucy moaned. She could feel it again, that familiar feeling of one’s climax nearing apex, this time stronger than ever. Lucy gasped in wanton lust as her vectors brought her higher and higher. It wouldn’t be long now…

Mayu’s moans were soon giving way into muted screams of delight, Nana’s head all but buried between the raven haired girl’s legs. Lucy couldn’t watch them anymore, the pleasure pouring into nearly tangible state. She closed her eyes as the waves built up inside her, tilting her head up in a silent scream of ecstasy.

Her vectors made one final lunge into her cherry blossom and stayed there, the juices pouring out of her pink flower, and that was all she needed. Her hips arched off the floor as she cried out, the pleasure rising into oblivion as she came.

“Aaaaahhhh—“, Lucy’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, nearly passing out from the sheer pleasure that flooded her. Mayu was hitting climax just in time too, though for someone else.

Electricity ran from her groin to her lower back as orgasm after glorious orgasm came crashing down on her, the juices practically soaking her hairless crotch. Lucy curled her toes as her vectors pumped into her again, despite the almost death grip her nether lips had on them, prolonging the experience for as long as possible.

“Hah…Huff…Nnnngghh…M-M-Mmmmmm…” Lucy had no idea what had come over her. She was completely lost in the animal lust that consumed her nubile body. Each and every orgasm seemed better than the last, making it harder for her to remain upright. As she was caught in the throes of orgasm, her first stage of metamorphosis was nearing completion.

The next morning…heads would roll.

Then the pleasure started to recede, like always; all good things must come to an end. Though Lucy wanted it to last, she knew that this kind of pleasure couldn’t be healthy, especially after having had close to twelve orgasms.

Mayu was coming down from the clouds as well, her moans now growing faint.

By the time Lucy’s final orgasm had flooded through her body, the vectors pulled out of her sopping wet opening, moaning as her tight folds pulled against them. She slowly opened her eyes to see that they were floating around her again.

Juices like liquid candy were running down their translucent forearms, thick strings of it falling away to the floor. Lucy could smell the scent from where they were and unknowingly started to salivate.

[Let’s see how good you taste shall we?]

Lucy could do nothing but stare as one of the hands moved towards her mouth, subconsciously parting her lips for whatever tasty treat it may be.

The fingers pressed upon her lips at first, making the scarlet haired beauty beg for it.

[Come on now, say awwww…]

When she let out a small moan they slid into her warm and waiting mouth. Lucy couldn’t believe how good it was. Despite it being the Diclonius’ own nectar, the taste was nothing short of delicious; sweet and a little tart… just like cherries. (God, someone, kill me now…)

[Wow, that’s really good...]

Her lips enclosed around their fingers as she sucked hard on them, her tongue licking off as much juice as she cold get. Lucy closed her eyes in order to savor the fluid as it passed down her throat.

The other vectors were slathering her front with the sugary ooze, covering her breasts and stomach in a glistening veneer. A powerful tingling radiated from her skin as the substance crawled downward, giving her another reason to moan.

Lucy kept sucking away at the fingers in her mouth, beads of saliva and juices hanging from her chin as she rubbed her breasts with her real hands, aiding the others in their “massage”. When the first hand was clean, another one followed in its place. She held out her tongue as they popped their fingers into her hot mouth, drooling slightly as the steady flow of juices tickled down her throat. Lucy let out a long, barely audible sigh as a wandering hand cupped her bare labia, stroking it softly with a slippery palm.

After a short while of this, the invisible appendages slid back into her body, but not before giving her breasts one final squeeze.

[That…was my gift to you.]

Lucy bit her bottom lip and pondered, generally appalled and at the same time loving this newfound pleasure she had indulged in. She ran her tongue along her lips for what was left of her essence, still wondering how in the hell it tasted so sweet.

For the fist time ever, she was actually relieved; mind, body, and soul. So many years had gone by, and hardly once had she had a chance to actually relax, to forget about the troubles that plagued her meaningless existence on this miserable rock called Earth. For every moment she was still alive, for every breath she took... the darkness that sought to destroy her crept ever closer.

Though no longer...

Lucy would put a stop to it... once and for all.

And the way things were now…she may never look at Kouta, Mayu, Yuka… or Nana, the same way again.

The scarlet-haired Diclonius shuddered, wrapping her arms around her slender waist: Nor her vectors, for that matter.

Some soft murmuring from within Mayu’s room broke her from her reverie. When she looked in, she saw that Mayu and Nana were sharing a passionate kiss, tiny beads of nectar falling away from the Sepelit's chin. It was really hot, their tongues darting out between pink lips, licking love nectar out of their mouths.

Thankfully, Lucy had had enough for one night; she wasn’t even sure if she could go through a third time. Instead she just watched, listening in on what they were saying with her pale, slender legs splayed out flat on the floor.

Nana pulled away, her magenta eyes sparkling, (“Let’s do that again!”)

Mayu’s eyes bugged out. (“Are you serious!?”)

Lucy snickered slightly, hardly believing what she had just heard. A part of her wanted to throw the paper screen open and offer herself to the younger Sepelit, in anyway possible... But that would be out of the question for someone like her, for she had forsaken that possibility the very day she cut Nana down...

Then she saw Nana lick her lips and blushed before she became too fargone into her self-loathing. ‘My, she’s really into it…’

The elder Diclonius then looked down at her body, as well as the rather large pool of juices staining the floor. It stuck to her silky thighs in a thin layer, the smell surprisingly good for her to imagine.

She sighed. Perhaps “doing it” right out in the hallway wasn’t such a good idea.

A soft feeling upon her shoulders roused her attention. Before she could even flinch, curtains of scarlet hair fell around her sexy face, covering one side from view. She could also feel the lavish silk shuffling over her shoulders and waist, indicating that it had grown clear to the floor.

‘What the hell?’

Lucy took several strands between her fingers as she studied it, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Odd, she thought. Her hair had been cut only three months ago, and even if she were a Diclonius, re-growing hair of that length took quite awhile.

She would also notice later on that her hair was starting to turn white at the roots; an alabaster streak already flowing from her unkempt bangs.

“This is too bizarre,” she muttered.

More of an afterthought, she slowly reached up to her shattered horns. The dull throbbing was still there, but at least now there was no pain to them.

Her fingers gently caressed the gauze laden areas, noting that they were no longer bleeding.

They were growing back… fast.

“Why is this happening…?” Lucy slowly stood up on shaky legs, a feeling of lightheadedness sweeping over her. She raised a hand to her face and leaned her bare naked form onto a wall.

‘So… sleepy…’

Lucy took a glance to Mayu’s room, then at the mess still lingering on the maple floor. She really didn’t feel like cleaning this late at night, besides…

The older Diclonius grinned; she could blame it on Nyu anyway.

When she saw her torn shirt she came up with an idea. Stooping over, she placed the remains over the wet spot like a makeshift towel, the juices soaking into the fabric.

“At least that helps things,” she thought aloud, quirking her mouth up as the shirt became soiled rather quickly. “…Sort of.”

[Well, it’s better than letting someone trip and break their neck in the middle of the night.] She added.

Lucy sighed passively as she turned away, “Y-yeah…”

[Although…] the voice sniggered, [It would be beneficial to us if that damned surrogate mother of yours were to become paralyzed.]

The Diclonius scowled at the almost gleeful tone in her other’s voice. “I don’t want to hurt people anymore…”

[You might not. But she does. Face it, that woman is after what you and I desire most.]

Lucy faltered. If there was one thing in the world that she would gladly give her whole life for, it was him.

“Kouta…” she murmured, staring at the floor. Tears threatened to burst forth from her eyes again, but she would not allow it. Her armor was back on again.

[Yes. Him… Our heart belongs to him, and yet another seeks to claim our prize.]

The scarlet-haired girl resumed her shuffling gait down the halls, subconsciously obeying her alter ego’s wishes as they made way to the bath.

“But I’ve…” Lucy frowned slightly, “…tainted myself by my own hands.” (Literally speaking) She looked down as she raised her palms to her face, the slick honey still upon them. How could she love Kouta and Nana, it wasn’t right.

“…I can’t have the both of them,’ she murmured somberly. She dropped her hands to her sides. “I’m not good enough for them… I’m not good enough for anyone.”

[Don’t think of such things. Her inner retorted. You are more precious to them then you’ll ever dream of. Only with time, my dear, will you see your efforts be brought to fruition.]

The juices upon her skin were starting to cool like an icy kiss as she shuffled about, briskly making her nipples harden… once more.

“Uggh…” Lucy groaned, glaring down at her glistening, naked front. “I feel so… dirty.”

[-Nothing a nice, long bath won’t fix, ne?]

Despite not wholly trusting in the inner voice, Lucy nodded her head. The musky scent of sex was not exactly something you’d want to wake up to in the morning. Well… for her anyway.

“-I couldn’t agree with you more.”
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A short while later, Lucy had finished soaking in the warmth of Maple Inn’s most prodigious facility, the bath house, and was on her way back to her room.

The storm had all but died out outside, and for that she was truly thankful. Water and lightning didn’t exactly go well together with her.

Closing the sliding door behind her, Lucy silently padded across her room to the where the ornate-looking clothes drawer resided. Much like the maple floors of the house, the sole piece of furniture sitting in the corner was made of the same kind of wood. It even had the same finish.

‘No surprises there…’

[Kind of makes you wonder who built this place, ne?] She left the question open, though wasn’t expecting a response. Both of them just wanted to rest, not idle around with playful banter all night long. Or what was left of it anyway.

Rifling through her drawers, she found that oddly enough, most of her clothing was gone. No panties or sleepwear, (like she needed those to begin with) and absolutely no change of regular outfits either…

‘The hell…! What do they expect me to do… sleep naked!

[That actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea.] She teased.

“Unngh,” Lucy groaned in mock irritation. She wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore; she just wanted sleep. Glancing at the alarm clock on the desk, she found the embossed, red numbers: 2:14 glaring back. Good god this had been a long night…

Lucy was fortunate enough to find a change of clothes within her room. After finding her drawers almost entirely devoid of any real attire, she managed to acquire a white unbuttoned long-sleeve dress shirt, the only garment she had left.

Apparently, Yuka had thought it best to get rid of all her clothes when she “died”…

‘Yet another reason I hate that stupid girl.’ She sighed. Holding the shirt up, she eyed the inconspicuous item dimly. Obviously, it was barely going to hide her naughty bits, but it would have to do for now.

Pulling the sleeves on one by one, she lifted her incredibly long hair over the back of the collar as she wrapped the cotton fabric loosely around her figure. While it didn’t do much to keep her warm, it beat having nothing at all.

Lucy ran her fingers over the buttons in thought, wondering if whether or not her life could actually mean something. That perhaps she might even make it through this dystophany of jealously, hate, lies, and deception that the world had thrown in her face.

“Only time will tell…” she reiterated.

After rummaging around for spare blankets, which she was also fortunate to have found, she laid down on the futon… not before muttering some disgust about the red stain on the pillow and subsequently flipping it over.

She pulled the covers up around her body, fisting them in her smallish hands as she brought them up to her chin. If anyone had seen her like this, she would have been the perfect model for innocent-looking schoolgirls.

Gentle rain pattered against Lucy’s bedroom window as the demure Diclonius rested in bed. Lying on her side with arms and legs curled into her sultry frame, she listened intently to the sound that was beating a staccato pattern on the glass.

The sound was soothing, relaxing, making the scarlet haired beauty fall to sleep.

“What does the future hold for me now?” she thought in silence.

[More than you’ll ever know.]

Then, like flicking a light switch, she was out.
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