"With that aside, I will ask you a plain and simple question. And if I don't receive a plain and simple answer, I don't know what I might do." She averred, and paused for a second, sizing Enix's eyes as they shuffled between her boobies jiggling atop his chest and her face. Flashing disquiet and lust with time.
Her lips curled in disgust and she opened her mouth, "You... my first question is... Who are you?"
Enix, gulping at the sight of her inviting nipples begging him to take a bite, trembled and forced himself to stare into her eyes, "Wh-What do you mean?"
"...You are not a child."
Enix's heart quivered.
"I have doubted that since long. But today, that guess of mine is proven."
'Shit... I knew she had her suspicions but... I didn't think she would directly assume me to not be what I look. Maybe... No, the only explanation would be if reincarnators are common in this world... Only prior experience can lead her to this judgement.' Enix bit his tongue, and, just as his lips parted, she continued.
"Your eyes... your eyes betrayed you. These eyes which, with their blank slate design, never reveal anything. These eyes reveal ever so clearly at the places where they are drifting too. And, your eyes are always leering at boobs or asses. And you have that lecherous grin that every other debauch bugger has." She heaved a sigh, one of her hand squeezing his neck.
Her face lowered, and her chilly eyes glared into his, "Are you..."
'Should I admit it? Or should I make up a story.' Enix's heart seemed to be getting squeezed through a narrow alley.
"Possessed?"
His eyes fluttered, 'Shit... shit!' Enix's back got drenched in sweat, "You..."
"Yes..." Houre's face contorted, "You are possessed! Possessed by a devil!"
Her grip on his neck abruptly tightened.
Enix's eyes shivered, "No," He forced out in a choking voice, "Test me!"
Enix, cussing at the fact that he had worried himself over nothing, and realising what she was talking about was actual demon possession which existed in this world, pleaded, "Test me!"
Houre's eyes faltered, her grip, intending to snap his neck, loosened, "Are you joking? What trick are you playing?"
"You know that technique, right? Call upon the baneful name, if I am a devil, I will be forced to submit." Enix's eyes shivered, "Call upon the name! Test me!"
"T-That name? Are you out of your mind?" Small red veins bloated in the corners of her eyes, and a trace of madness crept over her just by that name surfacing in her mind.
"Test me!" Enix's hand struggled, his voice grew weak and faint. He could see the shadows creeping over his vision.
Houre stared into his eyes with uncertainty, and just as Enix's drowsy eyes were about to seal shut, her hands withdrew.
Like a hungry vacuum, Enix sucked in a long breath and gasped, feeling his dying brain kick-start again.
"I will believe you for now... but of course, after all I have done, I can't expect you to forget or leave this matter thinking it to be mere concern." She chuckled, and pressing him down firmly against the mattress, reached out in her pocket with her free hand and brought out an odd vile.
It was half-empty already and the remaining white liquid inside it looked sticky and gooey.
"P-Poison?" Enix cried.
"No... but close enough. If you want to live, like nothing of this ever happened, you have to drink this." Houre smiled and popped the cap off.
And seeing his face crunch from disgust at the scent of a gutter that permeated out, she chuckled and looked oddly into his eyes, "But the thing is, even if you don't want to comply, or would rather die than drink this on your own... I still have business in this house, so I can't leave yet."
With a cruel grin, she donned the liquid in her mouth and hurled away the bottle. And with a forceful shove, her lips sealed onto Enix's.
'Shit!' Enix's heart leaped, and with all his heart, he made his tongue crawl into her mouth and greedily suck all of it! He made it move around and coil around her tongue, going for a little wrestle, before proceeding to clean every corner of her mouth with vivacious movements.
'Shit! Too good, I want more of this good stuff.' Disregarding the loathsome taste, Enix relished in the experience, feeling his body starting to lose strength as the interaction persisted.
And after Houre, using all he strength to fight back, had delivered the liquid into him, backed off, Enix was left licking his lips and carving for more.
He groaned, feeling a severe headache pang at him like a large rock and leave him drowning in a sea of darkness.
Before he completely fell asleep, he saw her free him and sit back.
Surrounding by darkness, she touched her lips with a frown and muttered, "He resisted rather fiercely... I didn't expect such a strong retaliation. He must be really suspicious of what I fed him."
Enix chuckled in his head and continued to stare at her, his consciousness borne a muddy, black cloud.
And just before he completely swooned from the intoxication of his first kiss in his new body, some interesting words reached his fleeting senses, "I think I will hold back my report about this boy for a while. I shouldn't even reveal that he's a boy right now... I need to observe him.
"Observe him more. He's not ordinary... and yet he's certainly nothing extraordinary. Who... or what is he?"
***
Enix's eyes fluttered, and a blurry sight slowly collected together in his eyes.
"Enix! Mother, he's awake!" Fria cried out in joy and gave him a tight hug.
But as she hugged him, wrapped around him, his spine danced as if placed atop a deck-speaker.
The warmth of her body, her warm tingly breath brushing his cheek, and the sense of contact, all of them hit him in a sore spot, and extruded from the darkness some delicious memories.
'I... I remember it all!' His eyes fluttered and he grounded his teeth, holding his terrible itch to gaze around back.
"W-What happened?" Enix feigned a meek and muzzy voice, rather familiar with it due to his experience, and glanced in direction of his mother who had drawn over his vision.
"Enix!" She heaved a sigh, the deep creases on her brows loosening, "My son... how... how you extremely worry your mother." Her eyes sparkled, glistening like pearls.
She leaned next to him, and buried her head in his pillow, allowing some of her fiery strands to fall over his face.
'Mother?' Enix trembled, his facade swallowed by genuine concern.
Her shoulders quivered slightly like the quills of a sparrow torn mid-air by some grotesque arrow.
"Enix... oh Enix... Don't worry me like this."
She cried, her tone specifying no one, but, like a stranger drapping some begger in a coat in winter, her tone was laced by lament.
His fists rounded, and the hands of some odd passion plucked at his heart, he supported himself up and gently smiled at Fria.
Before tugging at his mother's shoulders, and rasing her buried face to meet his.
Her face looked helplessly at him, her hands in vain trying to brush aside the relentless streaks flowing down her cheeks, "Sorry... I, I don't intend to worry you further. How are you feeling now?" She pinched herself, hidden from the eyes of all but Enix, and forced her eyes to a halt while forcing a broad smile.
Her hands reached forward, intending to embrace him, but he firmly clasped them together and rested his head against them.
His hands, squeezing her's, kneaded as if asking for forgiveness, "Mother..."
Mugam's dimmed eyes fluttered slightly. His tone was different, she knew... her son didn't speak in such a solemn and a heavy voice. Resulting in her body jutting a stop.
"I have something to ask... something to demand... A plea, basically."
Mugam froze, her eyes met with Gruis standing on a corner and Fria. Before her voice, choking before being modulated, brushed forward and soothed him, "Don't be like that. And speak your mind."
Enix nodded, and lifting his face, directed from his dull eyes, a never seen before, chilly life into her fiery embers.
He smiled sweetly, "It's rather simple actually... all I want is permission to visit the outside world and, also, the permission to be trained."
Mugam's mouth gaped. Fria's eyes fluttered innocently, and, as she analysed the notion, her expression beamed and she exclaimed under her breath, audible to everyone in the silence, "We can go out and play together."
Shaking her head at his words, Mugam's head turned toward Gruis, not even glimpsing at the stunned Houre or the other servants, and saw that he had a funny expression too, like her's.