“Hngh…”
Sirius lifted his heavy eyelids. The first thing that greeted him was the dim white light at the ceiling, followed by a strong sense of fatigue. A considerable weight pressed down on his left. When he looked down, he saw it was the sleeping Herta. Her left arm lay atop his chest, with her right arm resting beneath her right cheek. Her breasts pressed onto him, transmitting a soft sensation he had grown familiar with.
‘The hat.’
It was the first thing that he noticed, mainly because it stayed on during the entire duration of their so-called ‘experiment’. It was as if magic was applied to it, staying atop Herta’s head all time around. Even when her back faced him, at that moment when Sirius relished on her naked buttocks while he thrust his hips, the hat was there.
The next thing he recalled were their clothes. He looked around for a while and saw them all. His slacks and long-sleeves were simple enough, but the exact opposite was for Herta. Her dress contained too many components, to the point that if someone ‘cosplayed’ her, they would be briefly shocked by the sheer number of her accessories.
It took Sirius more than half a day to remove Herta’s clothes. Only then was he able to strip her bare—to appreciate the beauty renowned to the universe as a peerless gem.
His sleepiness soon wore off, replaced by monumental clarity. The memories of everything they did that night slowly came back to his mind.
‘I… We did that…’
They tried out more than ten different postures. Each one bore a unique merit than the last. However, they also discovered a lot of troubles tied to it. A ‘super soldier’ body still experienced trivialities. An example would be the ‘irritation’ tied to the scraping of their reproductive organs. Their choice at that time was to use a lubricant or rest for periods of time; they chose the former.
Sirius did not expect that Herta would prepare a lubricant, out of all things. Her preparations did not end there. There were also muscle spasms, dehydration, and the likes. She prepared a contingency for each of them, making him feel like she had thought about it for a long time.
Because of it, they spent all day doing nothing but fucking, like rabbits on heat. Half way through the sessions, when Sirius had climaxed fifteen times, his stamina finally fell through. He thought things would end there. They already spent more than fifteen hours by then.
It did not.
‘What kind of supplement was that?’
Herta gave him ‘supplements’. Naturally, she did not pass on the opportunity to make fun of him. The challenge ultimately resulted in Sirius’ fiercer ‘counterattacks’. All in all, they spent thirty-five hours in this bedroom alone!
‘How ironic is this? My first fight wasn’t with any other people… but her.’
At first, he looked forward to ‘fighting’. He wanted to do the same as the Astral Express crew, defeating enemies and feeling the satisfaction of contributing to an important event. The drunkard at the party made him realize how difficult fighting truly was, however. He was trained in Baji at that time, yet he faced difficulties in protecting Herta and fending the man off.
Since then, he treated fighting as the ‘last option’, even now that he had gained the power of a Pathstrider—consequently, the mental landscape. Sirius wasn’t the Pathstrider of Lan, after all. Though he might fit on the Abundance Path…
‘She’s still sleeping…’
He could not help but stare blankly at Herta’s face. She looked extremely peaceful in her sleep, greatly contrasting the faces she had shown him a day before. His left pointy finger touched her nose, and in a similar manner as a cat, she shook her head. Sirius no longer dared to disturb her sleep. All he did was to watch her sleeping face.
It never bored him.
Perhaps it was the experiment emptying his balls or whatnot, but he could not muster a single trace of lust to this sleeping beauty. Instead, his mind became filled with all sorts of random thoughts.
‘Will we have a wedding? Where would the reception be?’
‘I don’t think she’s interested in a child, but what if she does? If it’s a boy…’
‘I need to learn more massaging techniques. It would be a pain for her to work right after this.’
‘Hangover soup… is there an equivalent of it? An after-sex soup?’
From the names of their first child down to the first breakfast he had to cook today, Sirius had it all noted. He didn’t need a notebook or such, for if he forgot about them, he could simply backtrack on the mental landscape.
‘The future… I need to plan for it, too.’ He thought as he frowned, recalling one of the things he knew in the game. ‘...Irontomb.’
According to the story he knew, Herta would not die. She might face a lot of dangers, but she would always come out on top. That would change, however, at a certain event—
Amphoreus.
It was the fourth world visited by the ‘protagonist’, the Nameless from Astral Express known as ‘Trailblazer’. There, they found a formidable enemy, one who could kill a god under the right circumstances.
One of the ‘possible’ futures dictated within the game was Herta’s confrontation of it. She faced it alone, which ended in her “demise”.
‘She’s not dead, but still…’
In actuality, Herta ‘assimilated’ with ‘Irontomb’, becoming the third mechanical emperor, Rubert III. In that state, it was unknown how much of ‘Herta’ had remained, but it was a future Sirius could never accept.
‘Anti-Organic Equation. I will start from it.’
He heaved a deep sigh. He wasn’t as heavy-hearted as he had expected, mainly because of Herta herself. Not long in the future, she would come up with something that reverses aging, turning her immortal. It was similar to the warriors of Earth’s Previous Era, the Flamechasers.
Only, because of the existence of the Erudition Path, Herta did not face the ‘memory’ problem—that is, the issue of a limited soul becoming overwhelmed with memories, causing a huge burden to it.
If he truly had a chance on it too, he would be able to face that latent danger more than two thousand years in the future. By then, with his green trait’s extraordinary learning boost, Sirius might be able to match her greatness.
‘Two thousand years… I wonder what she will look like by then?’
Just then, he saw her eyes open. She squinted them before regaining their focus. She stared at his face for a good while. All Herta saw was that sharp yet unassuming-looking face. He was completely different from the beast he was yesterday. He was capable of carrying her with one hand, all the while she rode on his dick!
She noticed their faint sticky sensation, all caused by their sweat and bodily fluids. The last memory Herta could recall was her fainting out of sheer pleasure.
‘Am I like that..?’
In Sirius’ eyes, he saw how her ears turned redder. She wore a sleepy look, feigning composure, but her ears completely betrayed her.
‘Damn. Herta and cuteness…’
Before long, Sirius’ heartbeats became more frantic too. Herta noticed it with a touch, looking at him in confusion, and then satisfaction.
‘His heart beats faster for me.’
Her left hand traced Sirius’ chest before she stood up. Some strands stood out from her long, ash-brown hair. The red hickeys present on her neck, shoulder, and back stood out on Sirius’ sight.
When he met her, his kidneys instinctively trembled. Seemingly knowing this, Herta gave him a cunning smile. She pointed her right pointy finger to his flaccid flesh rod, touching it once.
“Can it stand up again?”
Before Herta could finish her words, it stood up. Moments later, she wiped off that cunning smile. Sirius saw everything and knew she was teasing him…
It was his greatest weakness!
Just as he was about to stand up too, the familiar bell’s chime rang in his ears. It was automatically translated in his mind—
‘Physical recovery increased.’
Sirius fell silent. His abnormality did not escape Herta’s eyes, though he could care less about that. He looked at his abdomen, clearly feeling a hot sensation spreading from it down to his dick.
He was more than certain that the ‘change’ was different from the ‘physical constitution increase’ he received.
‘It works like this too?’ He paused as he realized something, ‘It activated during kissing, and then now. Why did it do so… during sex?’
His complaints lasted for but a second. Sirius wasn’t an ingrate. Now that he was rejuvenated…
‘She asked for this.’
…it was time to make Herta faint again.
*****
The Physical Reconstruction Serum was one of Herta’s answers to her ‘frailness’ and ‘mortality’. It digs up the ‘full’ potential of the human body, optimizing cellular energy processing efficiency and removing genetic defects. It lessens the possibility of illnesses to a large degree while giving its consumer a ‘reconstructed’ physical body.
There were still a lot of studies in the biological field involved in this injectable serum, but its main point was its enhancement effect. Enhanced physical abilities was its main highlight, and that included the human organs—the brain, intestines, liver, lungs, heart, and so on.
Food could be digested in a near-perfect efficiency, reducing the need to defecate to once every three days. In turn, the serum gave its consumer the ability to survive without food for one day. Once two days had passed, visible changes would appear, hence it was the critical point. The stored energy on fats would be consumed first, followed by muscle mass.
Two days.
That was precisely how long the two lasted inside the bedroom.
Wooosh-!
The frosted glass, representing the entrance to Sirius’ bedroom, opened automatically. Its layer of frost remained, hiding the mess within.
Herta walked first, followed by Sirius. The glow on her face was visible, and her pink lips were glossy. Her legs shook every now and then, though it did not affect her walking.
Sirius, on the other hand, looked slightly pale. It was as if something, or rather, someone had sucked the soul out of his body. His eyes revealed a victorious look, however. It wasn’t the look of someone who got thoroughly drained.
Walking behind her, he easily spotted the marks left on their ‘experiment’. Compared to the three hickeys from before, there were now three more on her left shoulder, back, and her nape.
‘I need to improve on the massage…’
Sirius did not need to worry about the clean-up of the room. The air inside was vented out, removing the musky smell. As for the bedsheet, carpet, and clothing, Herta threw it on the industrial-sized washing machine within the space station.
It was done with magic, of course.
In turn, he walked her through the post-recovery treatment plan he thought of. Sirius massaged her entire body, removing any aching sensation. That was how Herta looked somewhat refreshed despite the stress her physical body had undergone over two days.
“First Mirror.”
“Yes, Madam Herta.”
She called out the First Mirror, who responded in a flash.
“Give me the report logs of experiments related to the topic of…”
Sirius did not interrupt her work, walking two steps behind her. They walked towards the space station’s kitchen, which was built separately from the cafeteria. The latter was mostly built with cooking robots, designed to deal with hundreds, if not thousands of people every day. The kitchen was another place for people who wanted to cook on their own.
At first, it wasn’t on the blueprint, but Sirius’ existence said so otherwise. Herta ended up modifying it, adding the kitchen on the floor plan.
Before they arrived, she sent off the First Mirror to do some more work. She turned back and looked at Sirius, seeing through what was on his mind.
“Don’t tell me, have you become a pervert?”
Sirius’ speechlessness turned into a smile before scoffing at her.
“No, I am not.” He paused, recalling a concept in his previous life, as he rebutted, “If not, you must be the perverted one. You were the one who came up with the idea.”
“Then, what about the talks about contrast that you spoke of? Wasn’t it similar to… now?”
Herta’s dramatic pause amplified her words’ teasing effect, to the point of Sirius thought of zero rebuttal. After all, he did say that. Without any other choice, he went ‘scorched earth’.
“So you admit pandering to my perversion.”
“Maybe.”
The first time Sirius ‘talked back’ to Herta, he ended up losing—
Something he was bound to remember for a lifetime.