"Mmh—ahhn!"
Pak! Pak! Pak!
The stars shimred faintly above, like the watching eyes of goddesses, cold and indifferent. But beneath them, under the shroud of silver moonlight, a woman writhed in desperate rhythm.
Her legs wrapped around his waist like chains, her nails dug into his back like thorns, her body didn’t understand, her mind was hazy, but her instincts pulled him deeper.
Their bodies were locked, flesh to flesh, soul to soul, or so she thought.
His manhood drove into her with deep rhythm, each thrust stealing her breath, each retreat making her body greedily pull him back in.
"Ahh... Dad...d-don’t stop...!"
"Shut up," Wang Xiao muttered through clenched teeth, the veins in his neck bulging, his expression twisted, not with pleasure, but fury... and confusion.
"I—! Release it inside ! Inside... I want it!" she suddenly scread, her voice hoarse, as if pleading for damnation.
Throb!
Wang Xiao froze for a heartbeat. Then, his eyes narrowed.
"Fine."
He grabbed her ivory shoulders, thrust once, hard, deep, like a sword returning to its sheath.
She let out a guttural moan. Her body trembled. Hot essence flooded her womb, and she arched, eyes rolling back.
"Ahnn... I can feel it..." she whispered, tears falling, joy, pain, fulfillnt.
But then...
Her body.
It started to tremble... Violently.
"Dad...?"
Her eyes widened, lips parting, but not in ecstasy.
"H-Hurts..." she mumbled.
"Wha—"
SPLASH!
A ugly burst echoed through the night.
Her body exploded.
Flesh turned to shrapnel, painting his chest, his face, her blood, her organs, her everything splattered like butchered at across the cold ground.
Wang Xiao stood frozen, hands still grasping where her shoulders had been.
Only now, there were none.
Just a puddle of red, steam rising in the moonlight.
"...Again?"
His voice was hollow, as he stared down at the blood-soaked ground where Yanyan once lay, soft, warm, alive.
Disappointnt clouded his gaze. Not shock. Not grief. Just that sa grim exhaustion, like a man who’s watched the sa tragedy play out a thousand tis and still doesn’t understand why.
He tilted his head up toward the heavens.
The stars had shifted.
Their alignnt was different now. Subtly... no, drastically. The constellations were wrong.
He exhaled, lips parting slightly. "Tch... a million years?"
Yes.
She hadn’t noticed, but he had. Ti didn’t just pass, it collapsed and rewrote itself. Every ti he resurrected her, every ti they fell into that sa familiar rhythm, lips, hips, moans, tears, it always ended the sa.
She would explode.
The mont he released inside her... she died.
Not from passion. Not from ecstasy. But from sothing else.
Wang Xiao sat up, his back straight, skin glistening with sweat and blood.
"It never happened with Yue. Never with Fiona. Nor with Ningning..."
He muttered to himself, trying to make sense of it. His spirit, vast and ancient, had endured countless won, worlds, wars. But this...
It was possession.
The dark energy buried in Yanyan’s soul, subtle, silent, would awaken in that final mont of surrender. It would surge into him, trying to devour him, to dominate him.
But how could it?
Even if Dark Energy held a superior essence to his Dark Matter...
It was like comparing a single platinum bar to a mountain of steel.
A hundred-dollar bill, no matter how crisp, was still less than a million ten-dollar bills stacked high.
She was the spark.
But he was the inferno.
And so she broke.
Every ti.
With a lazy flick of his fingers, a cigarette ford in his hand. He lit it with a wisp of soul fla, inhaling deeply. Smoke curled around his face, mixing with the blood mist still floating in the air.
His eyes narrowed. The soul shards were still drifting, broken, aimless.
He raised a hand, and they froze.
Slowly, gently, he pulled them in, each glowing fragnt hovering like glowing fireflies in his palm.
He stared at them, his expression unreadable.
"How many more tis, Yanyan?"
He spoke to the fragnts, to the woman he could never truly hold.
His voice was tired.
Complicated.
Almost... lonely.
He could conquer gods, enslave dinsions, destroy tilines, but he couldn’t hold his own daughter close to him.
And deep down... that angred him more than anything.
Ti shifted again.
Gone was the lonely volcanic crater where silence reigned and stars wept above snow.
Now, they were atop a ruined mountain, its stone bricks warm beneath her back, wrapped in vines of red blossoms. Below them, far in the valley, lights glew.
Villages, moving lanterns, fires and civilization.
"Mnnh... haah...!"
Yanyan moaned beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist. Her back arched as his thrusts grew harder, his breath heavy against her throat. The rhythmic sound of skin against skin echoed through the tower’s broken pillars.
"Dad... I— I want it... release it inside ... please..."
Wang Xiao didn’t respond.
His blood red eyes were staring into hers, distant... cold... almost wary.
But she didn’t care, her body trembled in bliss, her voice quivering.
"I need it... I want to feel it again, I—"
Suddenly, her moans stopped.
Her eyes drifted over his shoulder.
Beyond the tower...
She saw it.
"Lights?"
Faint trails of smoke from chimneys. Distant silhouettes of people walking. She could hear... laughter?
She froze.
Her pleasure lted into confusion.
"...What is that?" she whispered, lips trembling.
He didn’t stop moving.
She grabbed his face. "Dad."
He paused.
"...What’s going on?" she asked, her voice shaking now. "There wasn’t anything here. The last ti... it was just us. Empty craters. Nothing. Why are there houses? People? I, I don’t rember this..."
He stared at her, his cock still buried inside her, but sothing changed in his expression.
A flicker of... sadness?
"You noticed."
"...Noticed what?"
He slowly sat up, pulling out of her. The sudden emptiness made her flinch, confused, cold.
He stood naked under the moonlight, lighting a cigarette from thin air again.
She sat up slowly, arms wrapping around her bare chest, as if trying to hide from the truth itself.
"Dad... what’s happening...?"
Her voice filled with fear and disbelief. Her ruby red eyes stared at him, uncertain, almost... wary.
Wang Xiao turned his face away, lips curled faintly in irony. Did she really suspect he was an imposter? After all this?
He exhaled a long, slow stream of smoke, watching it vanish into the night breeze.
He didn’t et her gaze.
Instead, he asked, quietly, "Do you know what year it is?"
She blinked, confused. "...What?"
Still not looking at her, he continued, voice like cold steel.
"It’s been 347 million years since the first civilization blood in this land.
We... landed here about two billion years ago."
She froze.
Gasp!
Her mouth opened, but no sound ca.
The silence rang louder than any scream.
When the aning settled in, her entire body flinched, a shiver rolled down her spine, sharp and bitter.
"T-That can’t be... I don’t rember... anything!"
She let out a laugh, but it wasn’t real. It cracked midway, a weak, awkward sound filled with dread.
Her beautiful red eyes, the sa shade as his, looked lost.
Wang Xiao finally turned toward her, "You don’t," he said. "I erased your mories... every ti you died."
The words hit her like a hamr.
"I... died?"
Her voice quivered.
She stared at her trembling hands, as if seeing them for the first ti.
They looked flawless. Warm, and soft.
But she felt it now, the cracks beneath the surface.
Her chest tightened. Her throat went dry. Her knees weakened as she looked down at her body, her perfect, living body, and yet, every part of her scread:
You’re not whole.
"How many..." she asked, lips pale, "How many tis did I die?"
Wang Xiao didn’t answer.
His silence was louder than any number he could have spoken.
She stood up, stumbled toward him, grabbed his shoulders, trembling violently.
"Tell ! Tell !"
He caught her gently.
She cried in his arms, like a child waking from a nightmare only to find she was still inside it.
He held her, firm but soft, letting her collapse against his bare chest.
Then, his fingertips brushed against her temples.
"You want the truth?"
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
And yet, he knew.
He breathed in deeply.
Then exhaled.
A wave of invisible force surged from his palm, and in the next second, her mind shattered.
The mories poured in.
All of them.
Every kiss... Every laugh... Every moan... Every death.
The places where she exploded.
The valleys filled with blood.
The frozen worlds.
The burning skies.
The monts of bliss cut short by gore.
Her smile, fading ,again and again, into a burst of red mist.
Her soul, rewritten.
Her heart, forgotten.
Her body, reborn... only to break again.
She scread.
Clutched her head.
Collapsed to her knees.
Her breath ca in short, animalistic gasps.
Tears stread down her face, not one lifeti’s worth, but millions.
And through it all, Wang Xiao stay beside her, stroking her hair.
His expression never changed.
Because he’d seen it all.
Felt it all.
Lived it all.
But she never had.
Until now.
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