I was surprised, seeing Nana-chan here and being discovered like this, but I was even more surprised by the fact that the woman standing before me was young.
The same face, the same eyes, the same smile. The woman that was standing before me was the young Nana and not the old witch I was expecting to see.
"Why are you here, and who are you?" I asked, my senses on high alert, ready to summon my blood weapons at any moment.
"Mother, please, why are you acting like this?" Nana's voice was soft and gentle, as if she was saddened by the way I acted toward her.
"Cut the crap, you're not the Nana I know," I glared at her, summoning a blood sword and pointing it at her. "Tell me who you are, or I'll slice your throat."
"Pfft... Hahaha," the young Nana suddenly burst out laughing, slapping her knees and holding her chest, trying to calm herself, but the laughter didn't stop; in fact, it got worse. Only after a good minute did she calm down, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
"Oh... well, I can't hide it, now can I?" Nana chuckled. Her figure blurred for a moment, and when the image reformed, a different woman stood in Nana's place. She was wearing a bizarre-looking black dress that appeared to be made from feathers, with pure white eyes and long, smooth hair of the same color. Her skin was also extremely pale, but what caught my attention were the two raven-like wings sprouting from her back.
"I'll admit that I didn't expect you to get so far, Mother," the raven lady said, with a smile. "How did you manage to break the illusion?"
"I'll say that you're not my daughter, so who the hell are you, and what do you want?" I said, glaring at her, ready to attack the moment she showed any hostility.
"Hehe, so cold, Mother," the raven woman chuckled, taking a step forward, instantly teleporting to my side, where she, for some reason, gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before teleporting back to her spot. Everything happened so fast, leaving me stunned.
"What are you?"
"Hm? I'm hurt, Mother," she placed her hand on her chest, acting shocked and sad. "You forgot about your own daughter."
"I don't give a shit," I said, annoyed by the fact that she invaded my personal space and I couldn't do anything about it. Hell, I wasn't even able to sense her. Even now, while looking directly into her white eyes, I couldn't feel this raven-winged woman; it was as if she wasn't standing there in the first place—a ghost or an illusion.
"Well, you can call me "@#é(_àç"...UGHH!" Her voice suddenly distorted, turning from a soft, gentle one into a mix of a thousand high-pitched voices that were really heavy on the ears. Then the white-haired woman suddenly gripped her chest, coughing blood.
"W-What the hell was that?" I exclaimed, massaging the area behind my ears.
"Ugh, I guess that's a no, then," she said, wiping the blood from her lips. "Sorry, Mommy, I can't tell you my name."
"Why is that?" I asked, a bit intrigued by the strange events.
"Well... you know, some cosmic, godly, bullshit rules that I must follow," the winged woman said, rolling her eyes. "And because of that, I can't reveal my identity to anyone, or show my real form. And I can't answer certain questions."
"..." I narrowed my eyes, staring blankly at her as if I didn't buy a single word.
"Don't look at me like that, Mom," the raven woman giggled. Her white eyes scanned me for a moment before she smiled. "It's the truth. However, I can still tell you that I'm the one responsible for the trial of the mind."
"I see..." I hummed, taking the info in. But I was surprised by the fact that I lowered my guard pretty fast and was interacting with this woman casually.
'Is she influencing me?'
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not doing anything," the raven-winged woman said.
'Shit! She can read my mind?'
"Yes, I can."
"Can you stop reading my mind?" I cursed, annoyed by the fact that she was reading my thoughts.
"How about..." the white-haired woman hummed, putting her fingers on her lips. "No."
"Fuck off."
"Hahaha... so, let's get to the main topic, shall we?" The white-haired woman smiled, snapping her fingers. Soon, a notebook materialized. It was pink and shaped like a cute bunny, then the white-haired woman pulled out a pen from the crack between her breasts. She opened the notebook, ready to write.
"You know the drill, Mother, the rules are simple," she spoke, snapping her fingers again. I blinked and found myself in a white space with nothing but the winged woman, a table with two chairs, and the glass tube behind me.
"I ask you some questions, and you answer, okay?" the winged woman said, smiling.
"And if I don't?"
"Then," the raven-winged woman sighed and pulled from her chest the last golden piece of the lock. "I'll destroy this piece. Without it, you wouldn't be able to finish the trial, and you'd be stuck here for eternity."
"Now that I think about it, maybe I should destroy it; this way, you can stay here with me."
"For…eve..rrrr"
"..."
"So, Mother, are you going to play along?"
"Fuck... Sigh... yes," with a sigh, I sat down, and the white-haired woman did the same.
"Now, let's start, shall we?" the winged woman smiled, and I swear I saw the devil in her eyes. The face, the smile, the body, and the aura—everything about this woman was mesmerizing, and my desire for her was growing by the second.
'Shit, why is it that the most beautiful ones are the most dangerous?'
"Owwww!... Mommy likes me!" the white-haired woman said, placing a hand on her chest as if she was touched. "Should we just skip to the fucking?"
"Yes!... NO!.... Stop reading my mind!" I snapped, cursing at the situation. I wanted her, but I didn't at the same time. No, that was a lie—I do want this woman, but I got the feeling that the moment I surrender myself, it would be the end of me.
"Fine, fine. So," the raven-winged woman chuckled, placing the notebook and the pen on the table. "Let's begin."
"First question," the winged woman leaned forward, intertwining her fingers and staring at me with a very serious face.
"Why are you a futanari?"
"Eh?" The question caught me off guard. I was expecting her to ask, well... anything but this one.
"Don't give me that 'Eh?' look," the white-haired woman snorted. "You know, why did you choose to have a penis and a vagina at the same time?"
"Um..."
"I'm waiting, Mommy," the white-haired woman leaned back on the chair, tapping her finger on the table.
"Well, I can't say for sure," I said, a little bit hesitant, not because of the question, but because this is the first time I've thought about the reason. To be honest, I never really cared about this part, and I had no idea why the fuck I was like this. Since I don't have my old memories, I can't know for sure why I chose to be a futanari.
"Sigh... the old me was a big pervert," I whispered, dropping my head, somehow feeling ashamed of the old version of me. "Maybe she just wished for a dick so she could try what it feels like to be on the opposite side of the fucking."
"I see..." the winged woman nodded, writing down my answers in her notebook.
"Now, the second question," she raised her head, staring at me. "Why do you love breeding so much? What does giving birth feel like to you? And how do you feel about breeding your own offspring?"
"Huh?... these are three questions, not one." I was stunned by the question and not sure what to say. I could lie, but what would be the point? This woman will know, and the only thing that will change is that I will lose my chance at getting out of here.
"Just answer," the white-haired woman spoke, giving me a smile, but for some reason, I felt that her smile was a bit off—not in a dangerous way, but more like an obsessed person finding something interesting. "It's not that hard."
"Fine," taking a deep breath, I began telling her the reason.
"I'm the breeder. Breeding is my purpose in life, and my joy and pleasure. The thought of a child growing inside of me and giving birth to them is the best feeling ever. It's not a matter of gender; I can impregnate others, and they can impregnate me, as long as I breed. That's all that matters to me" I paused for a moment.
"Sharing this joy with my offspring and loved ones is what makes it all worth it. And the feeling of me or them giving birth to a new life is indescribable—the pain, the happiness, the relief, and the joy of having a life coming out of your body."
"Hmm... is that so," the white-haired woman nodded, writing down my answer in her notebook. "Alright, the third question."
"Let's say, hypothetically of course, that you suddenly found out you have a daughter you never knew about, and one day she showed up at your door. How would you react, and what would you do?"