F-Rank Puppeteer!! But I'll be Queen, and I'm not a narcissist!!!!! Chapter 110: Spiritual Plane

"...H-Hun..." I look around and see that I’m floating in sowhat cold water. I glance around, noticing there’s water everywhere, and I quickly start to panic, thrashing in the water, which doesn’t help at all.

I look around desperately, seeing absolutely nothing on the horizon. It’s just water. I look down and see no bottom.

"W-Where?!" I’m confused as I try to stabilize myself in the water. Suddenly, I feel sothing in the water holding . I look but see nothing until Arial erges from the water.

"Y-YOU!" I glare at her with hatred.

"Hello, little fruit. Before you fight with , how about you listen?" she says as I try to pull away, but she closes the distance, grabs , pulls in, and shoves my face into her chest.

I desperately try to break free, but she’s too strong, and her chest is so large it covers my entire face, preventing from speaking or complaining. I know biting her won’t do anything, so I don’t even try.

"Just stay quiet," she says with a smile as I try to push her away. I don’t feel that strange heat anymore, so having her touch is just strange and uncomfortable because I didn’t consent to this.

"Evelyn, we are currently in your spiritual plane, precisely inside your body. This is your mind... it’s kinda empty... not that it ans you’re stupid, I’m just saying there’s plenty of space."

"Which I like. I managed to occupy a big chunk... oh right, that’s what I wanted to talk about. You see, I decided to let you live. I want to get out of the dungeon because I don’t want to die."

"So I forced a spiritual contract with you. I’m also moving your body to floor 1 as one of the contract’s conditions. When you wake up, you’ll probably see so relic on your body," she admits to being inside my body.

I feel violated having sothing inhabiting my body without permission. I try to move, but she squeees tighter against her chest, suffocating in that soft mass of... water? Her body is soft, but it’s not made of flesh, yet it doesn’t seem like just water either.

"This relic that will appear on your body is . Don’t worry, I can’t do much. I’ll barely even be able to speak, so for you, I’ll just be a stupid, useless item stuck to your body... and one you won’t be able to remove no matter what."

"However! I will be able to see everything around you. I’ll be able to watch you as much as I want. I don’t know how long the contract will last. Maybe we’ll be together forever, or maybe I’ll leave sooner. It all depends on a few factors I’ll keep secret!"

"But I’m soone who acts out of self-interest. If you need help, you can enter this spiritual plane to talk to and ask for my power in exchange for giving sothing."

"As long as the situation is interesting, your request is attractive, and what you give is sothing I want, I could even drown an entire city for you. So consider yourself lucky."

"After all, how many demons have a contract with a powerful nymph like ? I’d say less than five!! Because nymphs rarely make contracts! So you’re truly lucky to have with you."

"Ah, I also have to tell you that Ylya is dead. She drowned... all by herself, of course! I didn’t lay a hand on her. It’s her fault for losing control to ." When she says this, I feel uncomfortable, sad, and bothered, but not necessarily like crying.

Because in the end, I barely knew Ylya. And although I’m sad because we were becoming friends, we weren’t close yet... I just feel... an emptiness for having failed to save her.

But honestly, it doesn’t make sense to hate Arial. Ever since Arial appeared, all I wanted to do was run away from her. She’s an aberration, she’s so strong, and she’s far too dangerous to have around.

All I want is to get out of this dungeon and leave this place as soon as possible, since the dungeon is still in the process of elimination and might try to kill .

"Now for so good news, sweetie. You said you love girls. Does that answer satisfy you? You didn’t know before, but it’s proven now. You know for a fact that girls are your personal preference," she says as I blush, rembering that even though my mind was a ss.

’I can’t believe it... I like girls...’ I never knew much about my sexuality. In my past life, I lived isolated from others, so I never had ti to explore what I liked outside of gas.

And now in this world, I saw signs of it, but I wasn’t sure if I really liked girls or if it was just because the girls in this world are very beautiful.

Arial finally pulls away from her chest, and the first thing I do is try to push this weirdo away. I don’t want this literal monster near . Nymphs are forces of nature, disaster-types.

In fact, I don’t even want to talk to her. She’s manipulative and might try to trick into doing horrible things. I won’t trust a malicious monster like her.

"Let go of . I don’t like being touched by strangers," I say with a tone that’s a mix of anger, sha, and disgust at having soone I don’t even know being so intimate with .

"But you were moaning and loving my touch earlier, sweetie. You were lting like ice in the sumr sun when I pinched your cute little nipples," she says as if it were my fault.

"That might be partially true... but you drugged ! You used aphrodisiacs and magic! I would never feel pleasure from you touching in a normal situation! Now get away from !!" I am genuinely sensitive. I have a naturally sexually sensitive body, but that doesn’t an I feel pleasure from a stranger touching .

The original Evelyn from the ga always had a sensitive body from the start. This happens because a demon’s resistance is based on their power; a demon’s power influences their body.

This doesn’t an a strong demon lacks physical sensitivity, it just ans weak demons are more prone to developing specific sensitivities and weaknesses in their bodies.

In the original Evelyn’s case, she was always weak and took care of her appearance to the extre, which ended up developing absurdly sensitive skin and a body that contorts easily when touched by soone she "likes" or when she touches herself.

But that doesn’t an any touch brings pleasure! It’s not sensitive in that way! The ga wasn’t a hentai! It was just R-18, so being sensitive only ans that being touched by soone you like is more stimulating.

Everything I felt before ca purely from the aphrodisiac in the water and the nymph’s magic. In other words, I would never feel pleasure just from her touching like that.

"...That’s true. It wasn’t 100% your body reacting. But that’s fine... you seem less angry than I expected. You don’t hate ?" She asks a good question. I should hate and despise her, especially since she killed Ylya and touched without consent.

"Arial... what are you?" I ask with a neutral expression. What she is ends up being exactly the reason why, despite disliking her, I don’t hate her.

"A nymph," she answers, puzzled.

"Exactly... you’re a monster. And furthermore, a spiritual monster directly linked to nature... I can’t just hate a monster that’s like a tsunami or an earthquake. You don’t understand feelings, laws, rules, morality, or the importance of individual values... you are like a natural disaster."

"People can’t just hate natural disasters... no matter how unhappy, hateful, and terrible they are, they are still natural things! I will use my anger towards you to beco even better! I won’t let your perversion shake who I am!" I say this, but if she had killed Eve or Syl’Vyr, I would hate her.

So I’m being truly hypocritical here, on a level that’s even kinda bizarre. After all, I only don’t hate her because she didn’t take anything that was extrely important to .

’Since when... did I beco so... demon-like...’ I feel strange. More and more, I feel like I’m losing what made human.

"I am... rational. You can’t just hate an animal for acting like an animal." When I say this, she makes an irritated expression.

"Yes... great comparison..." She lets go completely, moving away from . I start to sink into the water, so I flap my hands to stay on the surface.

"Besides, I don’t want you here. Who said you could enter my mind? Can you leave?" I say, annoyed by this. In fact, one of the reasons I’m calm is precisely because I know this is my mind.

aning she can’t drug here, and she can’t kill in here. It ans that even though she’s problematic, her main dangerous factors are gone.

"I’m not leaving here, little fruit. Besides, I’m saving you! I’m sending you safely to floor 1 of the dungeon..." she says as if it’s a huge favor.

"You did strange things to my body! I will never show gratitude," I say angrily, rembering the shaful things that happened.

"Of course... so it’s my fault you like girls... besides, I have nothing to do with your personal preferences..." she says, quoting the preferences she forced to admit.

"T-That has nothing to do with it! I want to leave! Get out of here!" I say, feeling the cold water washing over my body. I need to put new clothes on because she ruined my old ones.

"...Okay. Just wait. You’ll leave here naturally when your body reaches floor 1. Besides, I can’t leave here no matter what. I refuse to die to the dungeon, so you are my temporary life raft," she says as I let out a sigh of resignation.

I decide to ignore her. I don’t want to be deceived by the nymph’s words, so I decide to think about what I discovered about my sexuality. Finding out I’m a lesbian is a surprise, even though there were already hints.

So I wonder how this will change the way I treat the girls in my life.