Tmkoc Sex Stories The Point of No Return
The Point of No Return
(BANG... BANG... BANG!!!)The sonic booms were left behind, resonating like echoes of a world Shija no longer inhabited.
(To begin with... Why is this "world" so broken...?)
He wasn't "flying"; he was being projected through the fabric of reality by a force that his mind now processed with surgical coldness.
(If what they told me is true... then more than a "world," this is actually an ecosystem born... from the soul...)
Above, the sky was no simple aurora.
(... If that’s the case... every time I have assimilated further... why have I been able to see those "memories"?)
It was a display of pure energy, a network of electric colors pulsing with the frequency of a vibrant rhythm.
(... No matter how I look at it, the only explanation I can think of... is her...)
Shija, in his Zenith state, looked toward that light with an expression that was not human, but not divine either.
(... From the very beginning... she was strange... no, rather... she seemed to be wearing a mask...)
Was it the gaze of someone staring into the abyss in search of answers...?
(... Ah, I understand.)
In that moment, his eyes began to change as he gazed into the infinite void.
(At this moment... this feeling washing over me is...)
There was no longer any panic from suffocation, nor fury or fear reflected in his eyes...
(All this time... trying to fit into the rules of a game that isn't my own...)
Instead, what was reflected in that gaze was a manic clarity filled with melancholy.
(... Protecting a morality that no one recognizes... for such a simple desire...)
Just as when the limit of the bearable breaks and only efficiency remains, Shija stopped fighting the situation.
(Melioris... you...)
A faint smile, tense and deranged, crossed his lips.
(.... You are surprisingly...)
The more Shija's essence integrated, the more his perception expanded; and through the bond left with Melioris, which kept him desperately separated, he was finally able to understand her.
(Human)
Through the bond, Shija could feel a sadness, resignation, frustration, and above all...
"Doll..."
... A longing that was not his own.
"Stop trying to stabilize me... I don't care if my body breaks..."
Before the radiance of that desire, the flame of determination reflected once more with greater intensity, burning savagely.
{Eh?! Does that mean you’re not upset with me?! Wait... I mean, are you crazy?!}
In contrast to the screams of genuine panic coming from the doll's consciousness, Shija's consciousness was calm.
"Shut up...!! To begin with, I was dragged into all of this, so asking if I'm crazy or not at this point is meaningless!"
The state he was experiencing in that moment could only be described as the euphoria of someone who finally understands that they don't need permission to exist.
{Listen to me, you are grazing the point of no return!!}
Ignoring the warnings, Shija positioned himself at the highest point of his trajectory, shifting his stance.
{I have to stop this...! Why can't I cancel the resonance?!}
For an instant, time stood still.
"I knew it... The 'thing' down there... it's looking for you... isn't it...?"
He was at the peak, surrounded by the glow that illuminated the surroundings.
{¡¿?!}
And in response to Shija's words, the doll's consciousness went into shock, surprised by the revelation.
"Just as I thought... Up to this point... I've been dancing in the palm of a hand moved by someone else..."
In that moment, upon seeing the reaction, Shija clenched his fists, and the trails of stardust still shedding from his skin became filaments of aggressive energy.
"... It really is frustrating."
The descent began.
{... I... I'm truly sorry...}
The absolute silence of the vacuum was replaced by the growing roar of the air attempting to slow down what was already unstoppable.
"Why are you apologizing?"
Shija spun in the air, directing his chest and his gaze toward the hostile presence beneath the sugary clouds that was expanding more and more.
{... For using you}.
As they descended, the doll's voice resonated in his mind, weighed down by an unusual guilt.
"If it's for that, then there's no need for you to apologize."
However, in the middle of the confession, Shija interrupted her using a completely calm tone.
"The one I expect an apology from is someone else... You... are not at fault..."
As he plummeted, he began to move his hands with mechanical precision.
{No... When you said you came looking for Mom—I mean... for Mireya—I already knew what was going to happen... After all... it's impossible for him to truly be here...}
The threads of energy connecting him to the doll clustered in his right palm, braiding and solidifying under a Ki pressure so dense that the air around him began to sizzle.
"What do you mean?"
The sword of threads rematerialized, glowing brighter and brighter as the fall accelerated.
{... From the very beginning... 'Mom' fragmented... And because of that... he stopped listening to his true emotions...}
Under the constant flow of his energy, the blade turned black, then white, and finally acquired a fluctuating shimmer that sliced the wind before it even touched the silk.
{... Now he doesn't even remember who he originally was... Or rather... he suppressed that identity... and fragmented it...}
As he listened, Shija's eyes turned into a complex pattern etched into his irises, spinning like a whirlpool.
(Fshhhhhhh—BOOM!!!)
Soon, the friction with the atmosphere turned his body into a meteor.
"Fragmented?"
A fireball enveloped Shija's form as he fell...
{Yes... He is so fragmented... that even though it is his own soul... it cannot manifest... or rather... it’s that such a manifestation was buried... in an unreachable place...}
Yet, despite the heat, Shija did not close his eyes.
"If that is true... then... why was I brought here...?"
In his descent, Shija remembered his past and how his master took him in even when he had nothing of value, bequeathing him the Kyōgetsu style.
{Well... I wasn't lying when I said I didn't know how you were going to get out! At first, at least... But when I fell unconscious... I could see the memories you saw...}
Shija gripped the hilt of his hardened thread sword, adjusting his posture into a perfect dive.
"So you saw them too..."
The fire surrounding him turned blue, then white, as his Ki fueled the combustion.
{Sorry for looking, but since everything is connected to a greater or lesser extent here, it's not that strange for one to sometimes see another's memories!}
A thin line of blood, thick and dark, began to sprout from his nose, evaporating almost instantly from the kinetic heat.
(Fshhhhhhh...!!!)
His hair, once dark and vibrant with energy, began to lose its pigmentation, turning an ashen white that waved like a banner of death under the supersonic wind.
{Good heavens, you’re burning?!}
His muscles, strained to the breaking point, creaked with every inch of descent, while his eyes scanned the hostile presence ascending in its hunt.
"Ignore that and keep going with the story!"
Shija was forcing his being to a point where he was consuming his own vitality just to move forward.
{Y-yes?! Ahem—where was I...? Oh, yes... Well... You see... Based on those memories I saw... I understood what I had to do...}
And in response, the doll regained her composure, explaining a truth...
{Listen: the fragmentation Mom suffered wasn't a rupture of the soul, but an extreme dissociation... By separating emotions from his own being, he left them without control... Since they weren't accepted, they couldn't be processed... and because of that, they caused a massive destabilization... But, in short...}
... One that was extremely...
{It’s like a bomb}.
DANGEROUS.
(ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAR!!!)
But at the same time as the revelation of that truth, suddenly a roar that belonged to nothing living tore through the air, ascending with a force that defied gravity.
(KRA-SHHHH-BOOOOOOM!!!)
Immediately afterward, the ocean of tar covering the mansion didn't just churn; it exploded...
{And to stop it...}
Thus, billions of liters of tar were ejected toward the firmament like a colossal geyser, a column of liquid darkness that defied both physics and logic.
{... it must be subdued}.
The stream of liquid trauma ascended at a dizzying speed, meeting Shija's descent head-on.
"Are you sure that's all that needs to be done...?"
In mid-air, the mass of tar began to contract and expand with organic violence, adopting a gigantic and monstrous form within seconds.
{... Yes... I'm sure...}
It was a beast of titanic proportions, a mass of fluid shadows and pitch muscles twisting with rhythmic agony. Its limbs were massive claws that sliced through the air, and its body seemed composed of the void itself—a silhouette of pure desperation ascending to intercept the intruder.
"...."
Shija, descending like a white-haired meteor, felt his muscles tearing under the pressure as he calmly closed his eyes.
{This will be my only... and final request... I beg of you... Please...}
In that moment, Shija was awakening...
{PONLE FIN AL DOLOR (PUT AN END TO THE PAIN)}.
... in a battle that would cause repercussions...
"... All right."
UNIMAGINABLE.