Chapter 779: A New Phase Part 15

"...H-Hahaha...this...this isn’t funny at all..." I touch my face, feeling tears on it. A true rarity. I didn’t think I’d ever cry again. Life is full of surprises. Ever since I "came back" to feeling emotions, life has been a Russian roulette of emotions and sensations.

"...You idiot..." I look at Fanni dead in the street. She simply got run over. A completely ordinary death, banal and insignificant for someone I actually cared about. It was obvious I already knew this could happen, and I could have prevented it. But still, it was meant to happen.

"..." We went to the park two days ago. Seeing her dead after those good memories is genuinely painful. There was nothing special about her death. She just carelessly walked into the street while the light was green and got hit by a driver who fled. Since it’s nighttime, no one was on the street, and she died alone.

I know it didn’t hurt. She hit her head and everything just started going dark for her, along with a cold sensation because her blood wouldn’t stop pouring out. Mainly, she died from excessive blood loss, fractures, and ruptures in multiple organs within the first three minutes.

"..." I crouch down beside her. The smell of blood invades my nose intensely. The smell is good. It sharpens my instincts despite the tears.

"I want you to know that I genuinely liked you as a friend...a real friend..." Just like Lilith. Yes, Fanni managed to occupy, in just a few months, the same place Lilith held, even without Fanni being a monster.

CRACK

I rip her arm off, bringing the flesh to my mouth and biting into it despite my silent crying. I hear the cracks of her bones breaking under my teeth as I swallow.

"The taste...is kind of bad...it’s not firm...and it’s not strong..." I chew, realizing a cat-girl isn’t as tasty as I imagined, despite the good smell of her blood. I bite deep into her belly, reaching her organs. They’re a little better, but the flavor is kind of bitter.

"..." I run my hands over my cheeks to wipe away the tears, noticing something. This really hurt me, but deep down, something inside me became extremely euphoric.

"Oriane...I know you’re the one responsible for this...a really excellent choice to cause me pain...hehehe...HAHAHAHA" I press my hand to my forehead, pushing my bangs back with a smile.

"You really underestimated me, didn’t you? Fine, I’ll show you just how much I love this." It’s like a sweet orgasm. Oriane’s malice, who was supposedly supposed to be neutral, makes me truly climax. No touch, no need for anything sexual. Just pure ecstasy.

"Yes, I think that’s it. I’ve been through so many states of physical pleasure. This was what I was searching for and didn’t know. Emotions...are far more pleasurable." I snap my fingers, going back in time. This time I alter the future a little, staying by Fanni’s side and walking her home instead of leaving her alone.

"..." I look to the side. Fanni is talking animatedly. Now that I’ve tasted her and didn’t like it, I’ll change the dynamic of the game a little.

"Pandora, do you think we can go to the arcade tomorrow? I’m going to meet a gaming friend!!" Fanni speaks excitedly while I climb onto the small metal railing that runs along the entire street, balancing on it.

"W-Woow!! Rebel Pandora!! Didn’t you tell me not to do that because it was dangerous?" She says, pointing at me with a smile.

"I know, I just—" I ’slip,’ falling into the street right as a car passes by. My body is struck, thrown, and rolls across the ground like a ball of flesh and blood as I begin to ’die’ quickly.

"P-Pandora..." Fanni looks at my body, and I watch her collapse to the ground with a desperate expression, unable to say anything else.

’This is our new game, Fanni...I die, you go back in time and try to save me. The last three months repeat, and I die again. Endlessly repeating those three months...and that’s until I get bored.’ My heart begins to stop beating as I give Fanni this power she doesn’t control.

Whenever I die, her power activates and rewinds time. If she dies, the same thing happens. And of course, since time will rewind because of my power, I will always know everything, and Oriane will too. So I’ll torture Oriane sexually, psychologically, and violently for the sweet gift she gave me.

I’ll make her be forced to relive those three infinite months too, but in a very different way from Fanni.

I’ll break her in every way possible. It will be truly pleasurable to watch both Fanni and Oriane go through this endless repetition of something that seems like it will never end.

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"P-Pandora!! Haa...haaa...haa...Huh?" I sit up in my bed, confused. I’m sure I saw Pandora die. Tears stream down my face as I fall out of bed, grabbing my phone to call Pandora.

’W-Was that a dream? Is Pandora okay? She didn’t die, right?’ I quickly open my contacts to call Pandora and confirm it was just a very bad, cruel nightmare. But my fingers stop when I see the time and date in the top corner.

"W-What? B-But that...that’s three months ago...n-no...my phone must be wrong..." My finger nervously presses Pandora’s contact, calling her. But to my surprise, she answers.

"[Do you need something, Fanni? I’m with my grandma doing a...recreational activity, so I can’t talk much. You know how it is, right? It’s a slow, tedious, time-consuming family matter.]"

"Oh, I...just...huh...a-are you okay? The accident and—"

"[What accident?]" I look at my phone, seeing the date again.

"N-No, it’s nothing...I think I...j-just had a bad dream...the park, remember the park? We went to the park!!"

"[What park, Fanni? Are you insisting on that ice cream again? I already told you I’ll go with you, even though I don’t know what you see in that ice cream.]"

"N-No...but...we already went..." I remember the taste of the ice cream, the beautiful view on top of the Ferris wheel. How can I remember the taste of something I’ve never eaten?

"[What are you talking about, Fanni? Are you okay?]"

"...I-I need to hang up, sorry, I’m just confused." I hang up quickly, running my hand over my forehead and noticing I’m in a cold sweat.

"W-What the hell was that?" I don’t know, but I don’t feel like it was a dream. The sound of Pandora’s body being hit by a car, the blood flying, the smell of burnt tires and iron in the air.

It feels too real, as if it had just happened right in front of me. It makes me squeeze my phone because my hands are trembling so much from nervousness.

"The ice cream...was kind of bad..." The ice cream comes to mind. I’m sure I tasted that ice cream. So what is really happening here?