Ch.159Truth

As I opened my eyes, the now all-too-familiar sight of hundreds of eyeballs entered my vision.

They were fixed on me, decorating the ceiling and walls in the exact same arrangement as when I first entered this room.

Despite having lived through an unfathomable amount of time compared to ordinary humans and priding myself on experiencing every grotesque appearance imaginable, I still couldn’t get used to waking up in a room like this.

Being bound by chains made of mysterious black mist that restrained my arms and legs, waking up on a bed constructed from human body parts was bad enough.

The pillow squished unpleasantly, probably because it contained internal organs, and the skin covering these organs felt exactly like Olivia’s skin.

The blanket and even the bedsheet wrapped around the bed were the same—all made of slightly peach-tinted white skin.

If my arm extended just a bit further, it would touch the bed frame carved from bone, all while thousands of eyeballs hanging from the walls and ceiling silently watched me.

It was an extremely difficult morning scene to adapt to.

‘…Well, I suppose I can’t really call it morning.’

After all, outside was nothing but pitch-black darkness.

Self-deprecating my naive thoughts, I felt a heavy weight pressing down on my right arm and turned my head. There was Olivia, sleeping peacefully with her head on my arm.

Her face was almost buried in my shoulder, her legs intertwined with mine, her body curled up to maintain maximum contact with me.

The arm wrapped around my waist enclosed my body without leaving any gaps. Despite being in what must be an uncomfortable sleeping position, her expression looked incredibly peaceful.

Neither Olivia nor I actually needed to sleep. I needn’t even mention myself, and Olivia had long since shattered the framework of humanity.

But after our seemingly endless activities finally concluded, Olivia had fallen asleep like this, embracing my body. Her true intentions remained unclear.

Looking at her peacefully sleeping face, I briefly recalled Olivia from the distant past when she was still pure, then shook my head vigorously to erase the thought. That Olivia was already dead, wasn’t she?

What existed here now was something hideous wearing Olivia’s skin, with nothing left but love and jealousy for me alone.

‘What day is this now?’

Even if I were to pull back the curtains made of woven human intestines and forcibly look out the window, all I would see was darkness, so the concept of dates had long since been shattered.

I wasn’t even sure what space this room existed in. Was this truly the world I knew?

Moreover, no matter how hard I looked, there was nothing in here that could tell me the time, making it extremely difficult to figure out how long I’d been dragged here.

I could only vaguely guess based on Olivia’s behavior, but even that became impossible after she completely lost control on the first day.

How could repeating the same actions over and over help? By now, we had connected physically well over a hundred times, painting every corner of Olivia’s body white.

Since neither Olivia nor I experienced physical fatigue, she had explored my body frantically without giving me even a moment’s rest.

The forcibly amplified pleasure certainly made my body respond involuntarily, but throughout this forced physical union, I couldn’t shake the question that kept surfacing in my mind.

‘Clearly, my regenerative ability wasn’t working.’

If the super-regeneration ability that governed my body had been functioning normally, the moment I ejaculated, it would have considered that a form of damage and returned the byproduct back into my body.

In fact, throughout our coupling, I repeatedly bit off my tongue with my teeth or broke my fingers to check if my regenerative ability was gone, but other parts of my body were healing normally.

Only one body part was responding like a normal person’s.

I wanted to try cutting or breaking that part myself if given the chance, but I never had a proper opportunity since it was always in contact with some part of Olivia.

After the act ended, I was bound to the bed and forced to sleep, unable to move my body.

I couldn’t figure out why my body had changed like that. A huge question still gnawed at my thoughts, making me cling to a thread of hope that had emerged for the first time in centuries.

Olivia had clearly done something, but the problem was I didn’t know what. The means I could think of were obviously limited.

“Mmm…”

Separate from my inner thoughts, Olivia woke up, letting out a cute moan as she stretched her arms upward and rubbed her eyes.

When our eyes met, she smiled sweetly. Her face drew closer, followed by a light kiss.

Olivia wasn’t one to stop at just once. As the kisses continued—two, three times—the contact lasted a little longer each time, until on the fourth kiss, she finally pushed her tongue between my lips.

Our tongues intertwined. Despite having just woken up, neither of us had bad breath. As always, only the familiar scent I’d grown tired of smelling flowed back through my nasal passages.

After exchanging saliva for quite some time, Olivia finally pulled her lips away. She licked her lips with her tongue, then smiled and greeted me.

“Did you sleep well, Master?”

“No, not at all.”

Despite my curt, blunt answer, Olivia seemed overjoyed by just that much, hugging my body tightly and burying her face in my chest.

I could feel her warm breath through my clothes. I heard her take a deep breath. She seemed to be inhaling my scent.

After savoring my body’s smell to her heart’s content for well over ten minutes, Olivia finally raised her head. Her dreamy eyes, full of stickiness, looked me up and down.

“Master. Would you like to eat first thing in the morning? Or would you prefer to wash up first? Or perhaps…”

Olivia let her words trail off as she slightly unbuttoned her black shirt. Since she hadn’t buttoned it up in the first place, her white body was fully exposed.

The massive fat deposits that wouldn’t lose to Christine’s, the deep valley formed between them as they were pressed between her arms, and the firm abdomen extending below.

A strong scent of Olivia wafted from the deep valley created between her shirt.

I was worried she might forcibly arouse my lower half again like before, but fortunately, there was no such reaction.

“I don’t need any of that. Just answer my question.”

Despite my sharp rejection, Olivia still wore a smile that suggested she found me adorably lovable.

Since there was no interference, now was the perfect opportunity to resolve the question that had been tormenting me.

“How did you break through my regeneration ability?”

I first had this question right before we had relations, and since then I’d ejaculated hundreds of times into Olivia, so I might have had an enormous amount of time.

But during our coupling, Olivia would always kiss me, pull out my tongue, or break my jaw just before I could ask this question, ensuring I could never ask it.

After we finished, she would immediately tie me to the bed, sleep with her arm severed, and purr herself to sleep, so this question came very late.

And this time, Olivia didn’t try to avoid the question itself. She merely wore an eerie smile whose meaning I couldn’t decipher.

“Ah, Master. My lovely Master.”

Olivia, without losing her smile, brought her hand to my cheek. Fingers with both warmth and softness touched my cheek and slowly stroked downward.

“You’re still under a misapprehension. This Olivia feels very sad whenever she sees you like this.”

“Sad? You, Olivia? Cut the nonsense. And what misapprehension? The one having delusions must be you. You know it well. As long as I have this cursed regenerative ability, what we’ve been doing should be impossible. So you must have done something on your end. Am I wrong?”

“Ah, that’s true. I can’t deny that much. My womb, my vagina, my rear, my stomach—they’re all filled with the seed you’ve poured into me. I can still feel it sloshing inside, so much of it. My holes are storage containers made solely for Master’s semen.”

Olivia giggled as she moved her hand toward my lower body. I frowned.

“If your plan is to needlessly change the subject, drop it. This time I absolutely must hear your answer.”

“Ah, poor Master. You’re still fixated on one perspective, unable to turn your eyes to a completely different possibility.”

“What?”

Olivia, who had been gently stroking my cheek, laid me flat on my back and climbed on top of me. Her buttocks, in contact with my abdomen, became moist and secreted a sticky liquid.

She pressed her hands against my chest, pinning me down from above, and only then did she continue speaking.

“Master.”

Her voice calling me began to mix with sweetness.

“About half of what you thought was correct. That I did something to you. That without doing so, you wouldn’t have been able to give me your seed. These two things are true.”

Her face drew closer. Our exhaled breaths mingled in each other’s mouths.

“But, Master. There’s one thing I absolutely want you to know.”

Olivia’s hand slowly traced my lips.

“Everything this Olivia does—everything that Olivia Eleonora, who was and will always be your only disciple, does—is solely for you.”

“For me? You’re saying all this is for me?”

“Of course. All of these things were prepared just for you. Including my body, of course. If you wish, you can suck, knead, and thrust into it as much as you want. All my holes exist solely to handle your sexual desires.”

“If you truly cared for me, Olivia, you wouldn’t have tried to exterminate all humans on the continent. Cut the nonsense.”

I cut off her seduction sharply.

“Fine, you said half of what I said was correct, so let’s start with that. If you’ve manipulated my body to locally disable my regenerative ability, you could extend that to my entire body, couldn’t you?”

At my question, Olivia’s eerie smile deepened.

“I told you, Master. That guess is only half correct.”

Without losing that smile, Olivia brought her mouth to my ear. I had an ominous feeling. A feeling that if I heard any more, there would be no turning back, as if my instincts were screaming.

But the water was already spilled. I had asked the question, and Olivia was willing to respond.

“Then, what could the other half be?”

I heard her whisper.

“The answer is that the gift I gave you wasn’t something as trivial as mere super-regeneration.”

Silence followed.

My mind couldn’t keep up with the situation.

I mulled over what she had just said, the words whispered into my ear.

And I thought.

More.

Continuously.

“Olivia… you…”

My mind, having received such shocking information, refused to think. Proper thought wasn’t forming. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t.

The words Olivia had just uttered began to replay endlessly in my head. A gift she gave me? Who? To whom?

Olivia to me?

What?

No, that couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be possible. I met Olivia hundreds of years after I gained my regenerative ability.

Before meeting Olivia, I had already been living with this regenerative ability. The point when I was granted super-regeneration predated meeting Olivia by hundreds of years. It made no sense.

Was Olivia lying? Why? To deceive me? Or to demand something else from me?

My mouth opened and closed. I wanted to speak, but no words came out. It felt like a stone had settled in place of my tongue. My throat was so constricted I could barely breathe.

My eyes met Olivia’s. She smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling. Olivia’s palm stroked my head.

“Regenerative ability? As if I would give you something so inadequate.”

All my senses continued to reel.

My head was in chaos.

Thought stopped.

“This is the other half of the answer, Master.”

“What did you just say?”

Charlotte’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what the lizard had just said. That what her husband possessed wasn’t regenerative ability?

—I told you. What that child is bound by is not mere physical regeneration.

“What nonsense is this…!”

—Child. Though you’ve lived a long time for a human, you haven’t lived as long as the child you adore. And even the child you adore hasn’t lived as long as I have.

The dragon’s voice became calmer. Charlotte unconsciously took a step back.

—I have watched over the world for a long time, and thus I know everything. The reason why we dragons created our lairs in another dimension and secluded ourselves there is because of the flow of fate, complexly intertwined with the very being your child adores.

“Get to the point. What does that even mean?!”

Charlotte finally raised her voice. If she didn’t direct her anger at something, she felt she would be consumed by her own thoughts.

In truth, the possibility had always been open. It wasn’t something completely unexpected.

The reason such speculation was possible was largely because the boy’s regenerative ability differed fundamentally from that of ordinary super-regenerators.

No matter how powerful a super-regenerator might be, if they were finely shredded like the boy often was, or if their body melted away leaving not even ashes, regeneration would be impossible.

The lives of regenerators were far from infinite. They simply had a few more spare lives than ordinary humans.

Of course, even that alone was of tremendous value, that couldn’t be denied.

And there was no such thing as regenerators being unable to use magic. Rather, they could grow much faster because they could push themselves harder, ignoring their body’s condition.

Super-regenerators couldn’t recover blood that had already been spilled even if their bodies healed. Their clothes didn’t regenerate along with their bodies like the boy’s did when they were cut off or burned away.

Recovering lost body parts also required more time. Even if a new arm would eventually sprout after an arm was cut off and placed far away, it took several times longer than reattaching the arm.

Moreover, they couldn’t regenerate their bodies continuously. The act of reconstructing the body directly led to a loss of stamina. When stamina was depleted, that was the end.

But the boy was different.

No matter how finely his body was ground, how extremely it was broken, or how badly it was shattered, he regenerated perfectly, and it didn’t take much time.

Not only was spilled blood completely restored, but even the clothes he wore were restored to their original state along with his body.

It was a recovery ability of a completely different caliber from ordinary regenerators, so she had thought it strange.

Still, she had simply assumed it was another characteristic that arose because the boy’s super-regeneration ability was so powerful it granted immortality and agelessness, and she had believed that.

Having her belief, built up over more than a hundred years, directly denied, Charlotte’s shock was beyond imagination.

Looking at the shocked Charlotte, the dragon calmly conveyed its message.

—The shackle binding that child is not mere physical regeneration.

The truth was proclaimed.

—He is fixed in time.