Twin Reincarnation: Epics Of The Worldline

Chapter 93 93 (25 Questions) (4)*

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"You are at a party, maintaining your chill as per usual, when in walks a statue as model adorned in a daringly revealing dress. A female phenomenon with a buxom allure enhanced by a neckline deeper than the depths of oceans.

Everyone is flustered, drinks are gulped, platters crashes, glasses are dropped along with their aristocratic jaws. Even the gentleman flirting with other ladies almost loses consciousness.

It is a hullabaloo stocked by a bathykolpian goddess… who just after a few moments, would be moaning under me, begging, to be pounded even harder."

An endless plain covered by shallow water starched to the horizon. A clear blue sky above with pure white clouds. The still clear water creates a mirror, reflecting the clear sky, erasing the boundary between the earth and the heavens above.

A wine glass filled with a bright red liquid lay beside him as he slept on the shallow waters, looking up at the green system screen, a bored expression on his simple face.

"I do not know what happiness is anymore, I don't know if I ever knew it either. But surely, the touch of smooth, delicate skin, the warmth of being inside them… the unique taste of their blood…"

Sky-blue eyes resembling the sky above, black hair darker than the shadows cast by the clouds above, he lay there, mumbling to himself, wandering in the vast ocean of his memories accumulated over the thousands of years of his past.

"A woman, or girl, or perhaps something else that carried a unique blood… when they think I'm nothing but a normal boy with a normal name, when they think I meant nothing and try to ignore me, when they unknowingly get attracted towards me after that…"

His breathing was calm, and the color of his skin seemed a little pale, but, whenever he took a sip from the red liquid in the glass, a little warmth returned to his cheeks.

"They first talk, and I reply. Then we talk more, and we get to know each other. I ask them, read them, understand them, and tell them stories I have gathered over my endless wandering."

AJ, initials of the name he himself had forgotten.

He mostly knew nothing about himself and only followed the one thing that made him feel something called 'emotions'.

Though, he didn't know if it should be described as happiness, or a void greater than a little emptiness...

"We talk more, they laugh, feel something they describe as 'belonging to some place', feel something called 'warmth' that I don't understand, feel the urges, and when their hearts skip a beat, they feel a warm blush covering their faces."

His eyes were still, devoid of any emotions as they gazed upward, and the reflection of the passing clouds in the sky traveled through them.

"Moments pass, and the same people who found me as the most insignificant element of this world, think of me as the destined one they would love nothing more than to spend the rest of their lives with."

Immortality. Probably a blessing, probably a curse. He didn't know what it meant anymore either. But he had it, and it meant nothing to him anymore.

"Then happens the first kiss in some empty space… or sometimes in public with many people watching. Something a few of them find thrilling."

He was alone, he would be alone for the following time as well. Even if he stayed with them until their last breaths, he would be the same as he was when they first met.

"The first kiss… they call it something special to them, which they forget soon enough when we are in the bed."

He was a bad person? Perhaps. What he did was understandable? Maybe, who knows? It wasn't like it mattered anyway.

"A light first kiss progresses into passionate mouth-to-mouth.

The feeling of two or more tongues intertwining, and becoming one. The sensation of the bodily fluids mixing together and being shared between all the partners partaking in that 'kiss', the way the people change from a simple person to someone who couldn't bear the wait anymore…"

He took a sip from the glass and blinked, for the first time.

"The touch of their skin, the feel of my lips gracing their bodies, starting from the lips, and going to the feet after exploring all the corners of their face, neck, upper body, middle body, pleasure parts of course, and at the end, ending up at the bottom, giving them shivers and trimmers that they had never felt in their lifetimes."

Some of the red liquid was left on his lips so, he moved his light pink tongue and cleaned it from his brighter-looking lips, revealing the uniquely sharp canines in the process.

"Most of the time, they become flustered when removing their clothes, sometimes they do not care about trivial things like clothes in the heat of the moment, while sometimes, they feel better after taking their clothes off in my presence, under my gaze, as if feeling freedom from their eternal confinements.

And at these reactions, I give them what they call, a 'smile'."

A smile is a response with a diverse kind, type, and meaning behind it.

A smile can make a person feel the immense emotions of happiness, relief, sadness, grief, shock, or dread. It depends on the situation, the curve and depth of that smile, and the eye-facial nerve reactions, everything matters.

But still, a smile from your partner in that kind of situation… it would only make their hearts flutter even more.

"They usually become unable to wait after that smile, and either jump at me or jump down on the bed.

Then, the next part starts with them sucking me. At least, most of the time."

He was a vampire by race and an immortal who had lived for many millennia.

However, he had no memories of things that had happened to him before a thousand and two hundred years, aside from the fact that he knew his true age, the things he had learned in that time, the 'experience' he had gained in all that time, and the powers he had forsaken.

He remembered the most delicate touch he had felt at the start of everything, the lips on his forehead, the melody of those certain voices that had been an important part of his life, but… even if he tried, he couldn't remember anything, at all.

"It's a little funny when they see my thing, the same thing they later beg for. The thing that had experienced many skinships before them. The thing that will always remain as a part of their memories and beings."

He sat straight on the wet ground, staring at the green screen containing all that he had spoken until now, his eyes still devoid of all emotion.

"We start with slow, pleasurable sex. Not directly the penetration but, the other things. We do it all, all that one can think, use things that are famous in various parts of the world, techniques that various groups use solely for the pleasure of their partner.

The touch, the silent watching, the bodily juices, the voices that one couldn't produce by any artificial means would fill the room...

The world becomes theirs, their beings get liberated from the simple bonds of mortal morality, and they scream, request, and beg for more.

More of me, more of myself, more of that pleasure, more of that indescribable ecstasy.

The screams, the begging, the orgasms, the slow huffing overwhelm the room, and then… I go in."

He had been with many women in this life of his, too many actually. But he had never forced anyone, had never needed to.

It wasn't like he was some horny bastard who chased after sexy women, they came to him, by their own wills.

They come to him, become his friends, love him dearly on their own, and, all he does is fulfill their wishes.

They ask, and he dutifully provides them with the greatest pleasure he can, doing his best to make them happy… while only being satisfied with what little 'emotions' or 'feelings' or memories he receives in return.

"They are good people, far better than what dirty bunch I have seen while roaming this fucked up world for all my life."

He had seen with his own eyes. He had been there. He was a part of the change itself, but he had remained unchanging throughout that transition.

He understood mortal nature very well. He knew how those social and political creatures were so miserable, so easy to corrupt, so… easy to kill.

They could receive death, it was their blessing. They could feel the happiness from the 'pleasure' they felt by their various deeds. They could love… they could love, something he was not capable of.

"Well, I do feel something close to the description of 'happiness' by that though. But, that is that.

It is still not the happiness that they all feel."

[You have skipped the question.]

[Response has been recorded.]

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[Q: Describe a family.]

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"A family, hunh?"

His lips curved upwards, but his eyes remained emotionless still.

"A family is something I will never get."

He stood up, his lips still curved upwards, and the glass of that red fluid hung in his hand.

"A family…"

He looked towards the horizon, at how the distant boundary separating the sky and the earth had vanished completely, at how peaceful this place was, at how there was nothing to disturb this silence. He liked this a little actually.

-Purrrrrr…

But then he dropped the red liquid into the water under his feet, slowly. And watched as the crystal clear water of this vast lake... transitioned into a crimson color, painting the clear reflection of the sky above in the same bloody hue.

"…is something I will never have."

[Answer has been recorded.]

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[Q: In a magic circuit displayed below, how many mistakes can you spot? Is the circuit right? Is there any way to improve it? Can it function? And if it can, elaborate on its functions and the changes that could be made to perfect it.]

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"Haaaa…"

He sighed deeply while looking at the horizon that now possessed a boundary. A boundary separating the clear blue sky of happiness, and a lonely red lake reflecting an ugly version of that peaceful sky.

"How bothersome."

He knew by now what these questions were, what their purpose was, and why they were appearing in this specific order. They didn't have to lead him toward self-realization, he was already an immortal who had been liberated from the chains of this world.

He knew more than many in this world, not all but certainly a lot. So… when facing these boring questions, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of exhaustion.

"Tsk."

He wanted to finish this all quickly so that he could go back and meet up with the new friends he had made today.

They would be better than this entire stupid thing.

At least, their moans will be…

So, he had to finish this stuff now.