Adrian stood frozen, the words echoing in his mind as if the world had stopped spinning. "Did she really just say that?"
He blinked, trying to shake off the shock, but it clung to him like a vice.
His voice came out shakier than he intended, "I think I heard wrong... Can you repeat that? I thought you said... you want to... fuck me? That's a joke, right?"
Seraphina didn't flinch. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her hand sliding up to cup his face.
Her eyes, intense and unwavering, locked onto his with a focus that sent a jolt through him. She tilted his head slightly, ensuring there was no escape from her gaze.
"Yes, Adrian," she said slowly, as if explaining something to a child. "I want to fuck you. As in, I want your 'dick' to penetrate inside me. Do you understand, Adrian?"
The words were spoken with such certainty, such directness, that Adrian's world seemed to tilt on its axis.
His throat went dry, and a thousand thoughts collided in his mind, but none of them made sense. It wasn't just the vulgarity of it—something much deeper was unraveling inside him.
"Wait," he breathed, blinking rapidly, his brain racing to catch up. "Did... did Isabella tell you about... us?"
Seraphina's eyes flashed with something between amusement and mischief, her lips curling into a faint smile. "You're half right and half wrong," she said, her fingers now gently tracing the line of his jaw.
"There are no secrets between us, Adrian. None. But that's not the real question, is it?"
Adrian's brow furrowed, confusion gnawing at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, a sinking feeling settling in his gut.
Seraphina's expression grew more serious. "How much do you really know about your mother?"
His heart skipped a beat. "What?" He stammered, "What are you talking about?"
"How much do you really know about her?" Seraphina pressed, her eyes searching his as if waiting for him to catch up. "You've lived with her all your life, haven't you? But how much do you know?"
The cryptic response only deepened Adrian's confusion. He felt as if he was standing on the edge of an abyss, and Seraphina was about to push him over.
Adrian's mind reeled. He'd never asked questions about his mother. She had always been just there—a kind, loving presence in his life as he peered deep into the original Adrian's memory.
But now, with Seraphina's question hanging in the air, an unsettling realization clawed at him.
The truth was, he didn't know much about her at all. Nothing beyond her role as his mother. She had never spoken of her past, her experiences, or even his father.
In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had no clear memory of his father. Not even an impression.
He'd always assumed his detachment came from the fact that this world wasn't truly his—that the original Adrian's attachments were not his own.
But now, the absence of any significant memory regarding his father felt... wrong.
He glanced at Seraphina, a chill creeping down his spine. "I... I don't know much about her," he admitted quietly, the confession leaving a hollow pit in his stomach.
Seraphina raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "And what about your father?"
Adrian's heart pounded in his chest. "I don't... I don't remember much about him," he confessed.
He looked at Seraphina, desperation creeping into his voice. "I only know Sophia used to follow him around to learn from him? What happened to our father? Why don't I remember anything about him?"
Seraphina's expression darkened slightly, but she shook her head. "This isn't the right time, Adrian," she said softly. "Isabella told me she would explain everything to you when the time is right including her origin."
Adrian's brow furrowed in frustration. "Did you discuss this with my mom… before?"
Seraphina shook her head again, her red hair brushing her shoulders. "No. She told me just now."
Adrian blinked in shock. "How… how are you able to communicate with her? Is it some kind of special ability you have?"
Seraphina's gaze softened, but her tone grew more serious. She looked at him carefully, as if considering how much to reveal as she was talking with Isabella, who was in the meeting with Lira and her uncle.
Finally, she spoke. "Your mother and I… our spirits have been bound together, due to an incident in our past. Something that changed everything for us."
Adrian's eyes widened. "Bound together? What do you mean?"
Seraphina let out a sigh, her voice carrying the weight of long-buried memories.
"Many years ago, your mother and I went through something… catastrophic. We were both caught in a situation where we had to fight for our lives. In order to survive that day, we had no choice but to fuse our spirits. No, in order for me to survive, Isabella performed soul fusion and then defused the the soul, later on as my soul recovered. But that bond wasn't completely broken, we are still connected with each other."
Adrian stared at her, stunned. "You fused your spirits?"
"Yes. The result is that whatever Isabella undergoes, I undergo as well. We are bound at a spiritual level. We feel each other's emotions, sensations… even physical pleasure, but in my case, her feelings strongly influence me." she said, her voice dipping low as her eyes locked onto his.
"That's why I said I want to fuck you, Adrian. It's because I can feel what she feels. The pleasure she felt with you is carved deep into my spirit now. The emotion she feels towards you have now been carved into my very soul itself."
This revelation shocked him so much, he then followed with.
"But… you're saying that you only want me because of her influence," Adrian muttered, his voice filled with a mix of disbelief and confusion. "Doesn't that mean your desires… aren't entirely your own?"
Seraphina nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in his question. "Yes, it might be her influence," she admitted, her voice calm but filled with conviction.
"Back then, during the fusion, she was stronger—she acted as the main soul, and I, as the secondary, was more deeply affected by her essence."
Her eyes softened, as though remembering that fateful day. "But it doesn't matter, Adrian. This life—this very existence that should have been extinguished that day—was given to me by her. I owe her my survival. Because of me she became weak, her attributes were reduced as she had to burn to muster every ounce of her power to keep my soul intact."
Her words were filled with a deep sense of loyalty, a connection that transcended anything Adrian had ever experienced. The weight of her emotions hit him hard.
He could see how much his mother meant to Seraphina— more than just family. There was a bond there, unbreakable and absolute.
Seraphina paused for a moment, her voice trembling slightly as her emotions swelled. She took a deep breath, pulling herself together, and when she spoke again, her tone was stronger.
"Even if she influenced me, so what? I have always admired her. From the time we were young, I followed her lead, trusted her judgment."
Her eyes met Adrian's, blazing with intensity. "So this time… it's no different. I am willingly following her once again."
Adrian swallowed hard, his thoughts in turmoil. He didn't know how to respond, how to process the idea that Seraphina was not only influenced by his mother's desires but was consciously choosing to embrace those feelings.
"And besides," she continued, her lips curving into a subtle smile, "with your potential, Adrian, I feel no shame in wanting you as my man. I've seen what you're capable of—the power, the ambition, the strength you possess. You're not just any man… you're special."
Her words, spoken with such certainty and admiration, left Adrian speechless. The way she spoke of him—like he was more than just a nephew, more than just a person with potential—made something stir deep within him.
"You really think that?" he asked.
"I do," Seraphina replied without hesitation. She stepped closer, her hand brushing gently along his arm.
Adrian's breath caught in his throat as her words lingered in the air between them. The atmosphere had shifted, becoming charged with an undeniable intensity.
There was no turning back from this now—he could feel the pull, the same magnetic attraction that had drawn his mother to him, now reflected in Seraphina's gaze.
"Aunt…" he whispered, his voice trailing off as the weight of everything hung between them.
"Don't hold back, Adrian," she urged, her voice gentle yet firm.
She then continued, "Whatever you're feeling… don't fight it. I'm here because I want to be. I've accepted this path—now it's your turn. And besides if there is my true emotion hiding somewhere inside me, awaken it and make it feel the same feelings that I have for you now."
"If what I am feeling now is false, then make me feel them for real Adrian," she said as if challenging him.
"Fine I accept your challenge," Adrian said with resolution as he had received a mission, a mission different than other so far not only from the system, but from the person who was asking to be seduced herself.