THIS TRANSMIGRATION SEEMS SOMEWHAT STRANGE...?

[MINOR NFSW AT THE ENDING]

Emlyn woke up in Riven's arms, with the only parts of his body capable of moving being his eyes. He twitched lightly, and suddenly, Dina burst out, crying, like a child—Riven's member was still in Emlyn's ass!

"I want to quit... Wuwuwu... I can't..... I can't. Zero, please uwahhhh..."

Zero felt if he continued being passive, his host might lose every will in her— including the will to persist on her mission. So he tried cheering her off.

"The interest meter is now 45%..."

"..."

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING F—"

In the end, spicy chicken Zero could only help knock Emlyn out, agreeing to bring back Dina once his body recovered.

Dina ended up in her mind space, happily lounging on her bed while cursing out Riven for being a violent beast, pretending to be noble.

Pey! There was nothing noble in him, only a maniac whose dick was a weapon of destruction. The more she thought about it, the crazier it was—was sex even supposed to feel that good?

Dina had been quite a daredevil during her miserable days of obsession, so she had done it with drugs just once, yet even that couldn't compare to a fraction of today.

Everything was surreal— from Emlyn's body easily swallowing up a 10-inch length, 7-inch-girth dick on his first try, to it actually feeling good, so good that it left Dina wondering if they had somehow entered another realm of sex.

Was this what Omegas and Alphas' sex felt like? If so, then it was no wonder they found each other irresistible. At least they were used to such sex, not Dina, however, who, even with all her experience, was still left befuddled.

The whole thing was just insane. Although she found Riven's sudden subversion from cold and distant to ruthlessly passionate shocking, with how good the sex was, Dina couldn't even bring herself to blame him too much, even if she would break her character settings as well.

Nevertheless, she would rather never experience such a feeling again, it was too scary, too much for her to handle. Even now, the sensation lingered a feeling that lingered even in your soul. Who would want that?

"What if I get addicted to this Zero?" Dina questioned fearfully. Never in her life did she think she would ask such a question. But the insane pleasure, beyond what a human could endure, terrified her. If this went on, she really would become addicted and forget her mission.

"Y-you guys didn't explain this in the terms and conditions. You didn't explain that this is what you meant when you said to avoid falling for the target!" Dina bellowed, "Even if I'm good, I'm still human. How can you expect me to deal with this kind of outworldly BS?"

Zero sighed, "Calm down host. Sure, the feeling is permanently etched on Emlyn's body, but we would never allow any foreign anomalies to remain with our employees when they leave the world."

Dina finally calmed down, sighing in relief, she spoke, "Phew, then that's good. I was kinda terrified when this feeling seemed to reach my very soul. Crazy shit, I tell you. I was probably imagining it though."

Meanwhile away from her sight, Zero frowned lightly. The thing his host didn't know was that it wasn't the incubus's innate nature that caused such an experience since their magic did enhance pleasure but never to the level she had thought, even going as far as to etch itself to her soul.

The reason for it feeling outlandishly pleasurable was because of their compatibility. Dina and the target's soul had a 101% compatibility.

This was the first time throughout its years of service, he saw such an absurd thing. Normally, within the constraints of reality, compatibility would only be up to 100%, and even that was merely hypothetical to insinuate a great bond.

The most ever found was actually around 99.9%, and never up to 100%, but not only had it reached 100% for the two, it had an extra percentage within, which meant outside the constraints of all reality, something else had fated Dina and the target as one.

Dina wasn't imagining it—their souls did resonate. So much that, had it not been for his interference, Riven would have noticed and that would have led to a disastrous consequence.

"The more I learn about her, the more I believe that they didn't lie—Dina is indeed special."

Dina's rest was eventually interrupted to her dismay.

"What? But it has only been half a day. How could he recover so quickly from a three-day sex craze?! Did Riven use magic?"

"No, he wouldn't, since incubuses are rather fragile at this stage. It's because Emlyn is an incubus. Their physique is quite special."

"... For sex?"

Zero:.....

Dina:.....

"Yeah." Fuc—!

When Dina returned, she found out to her glee that Riven had cleaned Emlyn up and laid him on the bed, allowing him to rest. Emlyn slowly sat up, blinking vigorously before finally opening his eyes.

Unlike before, he could now feel every part of his body but was sore everywhere, especially his butt, which stunk from all the cheeks clapping.

But worse of all was his rear. It was swollen and sore, and his insides still felt all mashed up.

He glanced at his body lightly—there was not a single patch of skin, at least the ones he could see, that survived. Everywhere, especially his legs, were covered with marks of being brutally loved, and it would be easier to find a layer of skin that wasn't covered than one that was.

With no sign of Riven, he tried to call out but found himself unable to. He coughed lightly, causing a stinging pain to radiate from his throat and that was when he remembered that he had lost his voice on Day 2. Damn. So what now?

Although he would have preferred not to meet the male now, he was very, very hungry as well as thirsty.

He leaned onto the headboard, propping himself up with a pillow before sighing. He couldn't even be bothered to search for Riven, or with his noodle-like legs, he would have to crawl, not with his knee, but with his body.

Zero's words appeared in Dina's mind. Her soul wouldn't be affected, but Emlyn's body definitely would, so now the chances of him being a sex-crazed fellow were high, along with the fact that Riven believed that Emlyn wanted this, having been groomed to be his bride since the very beginning. Great, she might fail this mission by dying from sex, just the thought left her fuming.

"Getting enraged won't help me; it's good Riven isn't here yet, or I might have OOCed," Dina thought.

Just this tiny moment was enough for her to gather her thoughts. She, Geraldina Veraldina, was a professional; there was no way sex would be her undoing. Instead, she would master and use it as a weapon if need be!

After all, if the meter could increase by 45% in just one swoop, maybe she could... she would....

"Hah...," she sighed heavy-hearted, "I really don't want to do that again.”

Eventually, Riven came back carrying a tray of assorted food and a warm drink. Emlyn watched him approach the bed blankly; he placed the food on the bed before sitting on a stool beside him.

"I can't heal you with magic since your body is still in its cycle, so all you have to do is rely on me for now," Riven explained slowly, his every action filled with an unusual gentleness that discomforted Emlyn.

He made a sign to show that he had lost his voice, and for the first time after their hardcore exercise, Riven finally looked at him directly, his white lashes fanning across his upper eyelid as his calm eyes met Emlyn's bright ones.

Gold clashed with white, and both stared at each other silently before Riven finally apologized, "Sorry, I broke my promise."

'You sure did mf.'

Emlyn smiled warmly, shaking his head to show that he didn't mind, before pointing at the food and then to his stomach. Riven nodded in understanding and leaning in close; he pulled Emlyn into his arms.

The male rigidly stared at him wide-eyed in shock and confusion.

He explained softly, "This is more comfortable."

And thus, one big, fed, one small, who ate obediently, hungrily devouring everything until every food on the tray was finished.

He burped lightly in satisfaction, before gesturing an apology, to which Riven simply nodded.

Emlyn smiled warmly, gesturing a sign of thanks before reaching out for some tea.

Riven's eyes met Emlyn's lips, which sparkled lightly with a layer of saliva after being licked by its owner; without bothering to hold back, he leaned forward, licking them, leaving Emlyn's outstretched hands hanging in shock.

"Sweet," Riven complimented as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of the male. Emlyn flushed a bright red as he glared silently— haven't you had enough?!

Noticing the glare, Revan smirked, the slight arc of his lips, drastically increasing his already breathtaking features to an impossibly gorgeous degree.

"You should get used to this, love."

Emlyn's jaw dropped, and then his face reddened at a drastic rate. L-love? Love?! How did they go from "you", true story, Riven never really spoke his name, to "love", didn't they leap a bit too far?!

He wanted to object, only to find out he couldn't—his voice was gone, so all he could do was gesture a "why?"

Riven said nothing for a while, pouring warm tea into a cup before handing it to the male, "It suits you."

Dina: Everything has become so strange!

***

It took him a whole day to fully recover. His body was still a bit sore, but not to the extent of crippling him like before. The only condition that remained was his voice—it was still gone.

Since Riven wouldn't let him out of the room, he stayed cooped in reading books until he became sleepy. Probably to compensate for his quick recovery, he had become more lethargic, feeling sleepy, despite having woken up not long ago.

He decided to stop being stubborn and slept off, and that was the sight Riven came up to—a beautiful figure curled up in bed, sleeping.

He sat before the male, observing his sleeping face—it was cute and peaceful. With his usually bright eyes shut tightly, his fairly long lashes fanned across the underlid of his eyes with a pair of swollen red lips pursed as warm puffs of air escaped them.

Riven's eyes darkened as his mind wandered to their three-day entanglement. He was no virgin, neither was he oblivious. Copulation wasn't supposed to feel that good, even with the incubus race known for its charm. It was something else, something he couldn't quite wrap his finger about. Was it compatibility?

However, when he peered, it seemed quite normal, even low at 65%, unless Emily was hiding something.....

The more he thought of it, the more plausible it was. Either way, he would eventually figure out everything.

He slipped into bed, hesitating for a while, before pulling Emlyn into his embrace. The soft body in his arms triggered a core memory etched into his body and mind instantly heightening his lust.

He scoffed dismissively, rapidly suppressing the burning heat within before sleeping off.

***

"Teach~ look! I can now shoot 5 arrows simultaneously without missing!" Emlyn grinned triumphantly.

He showed off his skills before beaming at the white-haired male with brilliant eyes, asking for praise. Riven merely glanced at him calmly before following through with the male's wishes.

He patted the soft hair gently before warmly praising him, "Good work."

Emlyn smiled brighter, "Thank you! I'll do better!"

If there was one thing that changed after 'that', it would be Riven's attitude towards Emlyn. He became less cold, indulging the male most times. Sure, he still had on his signature poker face he had become more amiable, responding to Emlyn more even during some of his non-stop chattering.

Dina, who had been worried about something happening, was proven wrong when neither Riven nor Emlyn's cursed body caused trouble.

Although the fleeting thoughts about that night appeared sometimes, tormenting Emlyn even in the dreams, he made sure to take care of himself secretly to avoid triggering another bout of madness.

The interest meter had steadily risen to 55%, and during the whole process, Emlyn and Riven had become closer, practicing weaponry, taking care of the farm, and eating together.

One particular day, Emlyn was shocked to find himself sleeping in Riven's bed in the male's embrace.

The last thing he remembered was falling asleep while reading in the library after getting bored of shooting arrows. And now he was here?

His body sprang up like strings as he observed the sleeping Riven who was sleeping so silently one would think he was a corpse. Watching him was like watching a god of beauty sleep. For some reason, he became even more ethereal—was that even possible with how good-looking he already was?

Riven seemed to sense that he was awake and softly grunted, "Sleep."

That was when Dina found out from Zero that she had woken up at midnight.

Well, whatever.

Yawning drowsily, he listened to Riven's advice and slept off.

After a while, Riven's eyes opened. He stared silently at the already sleeping male who curled up docilely like a fetus in its mother's womb.

His sleeping behavior was rather odd. Sometimes, he slept quietly in this position, and other times, he sprawled out hazardously like a starfish, especially during their stargazing moments whenever he fell asleep.

He had always brought him inside, sleeping with him until dawn, before returning him to his room—because he was worried the male would freak out if he found out they were sleeping together.

From the looks of things seems like he had been mistaken.

There was this peculiar behavior of his that occurred only when he slept with his partner. No matter how much ruckus the male made, he seemed to be perfectly considerate of his sleeping partner.

When he mumbled in his sleep, he tried to subconsciously muffle his voice by burying his head on a pillow. And when he spun about for a better position, he did it quietly and would flip out the blanket to not curtail his movements.

He noticed he had a habit of waking at least two to three times a night to check if he was sleeping well.

And if he wasn't, he would softly coax him like a child to sleep. And wouldn't stop babbling till he confirmed his eyes had been closed.

All this pointed to the fact that not only had he slept with someone before, but he did with a person who he greatly cared for.

What he felt wasn't jealousy, but a deep-seated curiosity. Who exactly? The male's memories held no presence of anyone like that unless it was the toys he had slept with.

Early in the morning, Emily woke up with a dazed look. His hair was scattered across his face and shoulder and looked very messy. Along with his habit of closing his eyes for a few seconds after waking, as if reluctant to get up, he looked adorable.

"Teach, good morning, I'll go prepare breakfast first. Anything you'd like to eat?" Emlyn questioned groggily.

Riven stared at the sleepy boy for a while before tackling him down to the bed, leaving him startled and erasing all traces of sleep from his eyes.

"You," Riven replied seriously.

"..."

'What?!'

This time, Dina was fully awake. What in the icy hell was going on? When did the script flip? Wasn't Emlyn supposed to do the flirting?

Feeling something soft and ticklish on his neck, his hair stood up in alert. He was serious?!

"Teach, morning breath, we have to wash up!"

"We cleaned our teeth last night, so it should be fine."

"No... I don't think it's fine. Let's clean up first!"

"You don't want to?" Riven asked with a displeased look on his face.

Emlyn immediately explained in a panic, "Not that, it's just that we need to clean up, first."

"Should I use magic?"

"...You can't."

Riven: (－_－)

Emlyn: (´Д｀)

"Then, for today's agenda, I want to watch you cross-dress," Riven demanded, his eyes leaving no room for rejection.

Dina: (T⌓T)

"Eh... There are no more clothes, though..." Emlyn responded, making a last-ditch effort to escape his impending doom.

"There were some dresses I kept locked in the storage. I used to look like a girl when I was a young teen, so my sisters brought me lots of clothes," Riven spouted in one breath, looking as serious as ever.

Dina:.....

'You're that desperate, huh?’

***

Emlyn stared into the mirror blankly before Dina burst out crying inside.

"Zero, I'm so scared wuwu."

"Don't worry, you'll be able to control yourself."

"What if I can't?"

"At least the interest meter increases."

"But I don't wanna..."

"Stand proud, Dina. You are strong."

Perhaps due to the usual indifferent Zero motivating her, Dina became energized.

Alright, she was going to simply enjoy this crossdressing session and nothing else. And if they did fall into bed, she was strong enough to handle even that!

Zero had slyly pushed the oblivious female to her doom: Lights a candle.

The first outfit Emlyn wore was a sleeveless high-waisted black dress with a ruffled hem and black thread embroidery at the bottom. It was worn over a long-sleeved white blouse with a high collar and plaid button details.

The outfit was tied up with a brown belt and paired with black lace-up boots. Adding to the white gloves he wore and the white headpiece striking an elegant opposition to his dark hair, he looked like an exquisite doll.

He struck a cheeky pose with his left hip cocked sideways with his hand on his waist, enunciating his pretty curves.

Winking playfully at Riven, he asked, "How do I look, Teach?"

The wicked male seemed quite determined to bed him, and, knowing fully well that compliments were his weakness, responded with his sexy baritone voice, "Cute. You look cute."

He said this while staring intensely at Emlyn, traces of admiration flickering through his eyes.

'Ugh, sneaky bastard.'

Despite saying that, even Dina couldn't control the happiness that welled up within due to Emlyn's perverted disposition.

Emlyn smiled brightly, his cheeks flushing up in an expression of glee, "I'm gonna try the rest!"

He screamed in excitement before dashing off.

After dressing up and observing the well-fitted dress, Dina felt that using her points to buy a knowledge book on Victorian dressing was worth it.

Anyways, Riven's sisters were perverts, huh? Almost every outfit had slits or was extremely short, with a lot of sexy see-through stockings or knee-high boots to match. Their taste was very obvious.

Of course, Dina did not believe it was Riven's sisters but simply went along with it either way.

The next outfit was a bit more sultry. It was made of a black sleeveless corset-style top with a deep neckline paired with a mini ruffled layered skirt in dark brown undertones.

The dressing was adorned with a black top hat, lace choker, fingerless gloves, and high boots designed with multiple straps and buckles.

Striped stockings added to the edgy aesthetics, creating a mix of sexy and industrial vibes.

Riven hummed in appreciation as Emlyn stroked different poses. He made a flirtatious courtesy, grabbing the already short skirt and showing off a glimpse of his thighs as if to tease Riven.

Zero:..... For someone quite reluctant to be bedded, you seem rather eager.

Dina: I blame Emlyn.

Zero:... Sure.

The next pose was even more daring. He stepped forward with his right foot, his left leg extending behind. As he bent slightly forward, his waist dipped inward, accentuating the curve of his spine.

His perky butt puckered up, hands wrapped around his right knee, causing his already short skirt to fully ride up, revealing the full length of his legs.

All of this was done with astounding flexibility, revealing his lethal curves and Riven's strongest weakness, his svelte legs.

With a naughty smile, he locked eyes with the male, throwing him a mischievous wink as if to test his patience.

Riven:.... Ha.

The next outfit took Emlyn a bit of time to step out with, and when he came out, Riven understood why. Looking at the male's flushed face, glowing dark red eyes, and flower on his forehead, Riven guessed he probably had been so enthralled with admiring his looks that he got hard. What a funny condition.

Riven was right, and Dina wanted to dig a hole and bury Emlyn and this fucked up deposition of his inside the hole. Who gets riled up from staring at themselves in a fucking mirror? Well, might she introduce you to Emlyn!?

Emlyn liked cross-dressing not only because of the attention he got from it but because he loved how he looked in them, especially the sexy ones. Seeing himself in a sultry outfit, looking so fuckable and irresistible was such a thrill to him.

It truly was a drastic reverse from the last world. Feral hated his feminine look and thus hated looking at himself in a mirror. Whereas Emlyn loved his feminine look, getting so hypnotized by staring at himself, he got a hard-on and went into a semi-heat.

What to say... Seems like the Bureau liked tormenting her, what's up with these questionable situations?

Now this wouldn't have been a problem if it wasn't affecting her mission. Despite all the bodies she transmigrated into being her identities, she still thrived to respect their situation since, at the end of the day, they did live like normal people—possessing different characters and being human.

But this was very bothersome! With Feral she had to use points to suppress him, just to avoid triggering the target and ruining everything. And now with Emlyn, he might just thrust her into the treacherous fate of being fucked to death.

The good thing was that she wouldn't make history as the first transmigrator to experience this, according to the various stories she read in the Bureau news.

The bad thing was that it would appear in her reviews that her first failed mission would be due to something so embarrassing! Hell no!

Dina: TnT

Zero: You can do it!

Dina: (╥﹏╥)

Zero:....

The outfit Emlyn wore had a cut-out design at the lower back, just above the waistline, revealing the curve of his waist.

The gown was short, and its hem had a ruffled design, along with the top and lower edges of the cut-out area.

Unlike the rest of the clothes, it was white and see-through, and with how it lapped onto Emlyn's body, Riven could see everything— including the traces he had left on his body last time, which had mostly faded away, his flushed-up body

His flushed-up body, along with his reddish-pink buds poking forward due to his arousal, and most lewdly, his salivating member sticking out of his white lacy panties, which had now slid to the base of his penis.

He looked towards Riven, whose eyes burned with a deranged frenzy, tempting the male to sin. And even with his legs crossed, Emlyn could tell he was packing a tent down there.

However, despite being triggered, Riven stubbornly remained seated, staring at him with a light gaze— disregarding the male's signals.

Emlyn pouted at the passive reply; it was as if Riven was expecting him to spell it out explicitly. And he, understanding, grabbed the front hem of his dress, lifting it to give Riven a clearer view of his desire.

His member stood attentively, with clear liquid dripping out of his pinkish suit onto his silky nightgown.

He looked towards Riven with cloudy eyes and with a clear but amorous voice, beguiled, "Teach, please fuck me."