Chapter 26: Chapter 26 — Reflection Part II
After concluding my strategic planning session, I got out of bed, dressed in clean, comfortable clothes, and opened the bedroom door. This spectacular gacha-summoned cabin had a total of four spacious main bedrooms, plus a noble kitchen and an enormous living area. Definitely, if the harem kept growing, I would have to expand it later using the system’s functions.
Creak...
Upon stepping into the hallway and looking through the kitchen window, I realized night had already fallen completely. The starry sky over the forest looked magnificent.
Speaking of the kitchen, a delicious, comforting fragrance flooded the entire place. I peeked in and saw Samira from behind, wearing a pristine white apron over her clothes while she skillfully chopped various vegetables on a wooden table. Her purple hair was tied up in a careless but deeply attractive manner.
Chop... chop... chop...
I crept up stealthily from behind, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed her against my body.
"Hello, gorgeous," I whispered, giving her a tender kiss on the cheek.
Samira gave a subtle little jump from the surprise, but instantly relaxed and leaned backward, resting against me.
"Hello, my love," she replied in a soft, singsong voice.
"It smells wonderful. What are you cooking?" I asked, peeking over her shoulder toward the large iron pot bubbling over the fire.
Blub... blub... blub...
"It’s a special stew with venison. Domack-ham and Dorko-hym went out hunting in the afternoon and brought back an excellent piece."
(Harold’s mental note: In this world, the inhabitants tend to use very specific honorific suffixes to address one another, something extremely similar to the Japanese culture of my past life. The suffix "-Ham" is used to denote respect toward a superior, a lord, or a veteran with great experience, something like -Sama or a respectable -San. On the other hand, "-Hym" is employed to refer to young ones, lads, or subordinates with whom one has a certain familiarity, the exact equivalent of -Kun. It’s a rather practical system, to tell the truth.)
Samira turned around with a radiant smile, picked up a wooden ladle, scooped a small portion of the stew, and blew on it delicately before bringing it close to my lips.
"Taste it and tell me what you think."
I accepted the offer immediately. As soon as the broth touched my tongue, an explosion of contrasting flavors flooded my palate. It had a notably spicy kick that awakened the senses, blending perfectly with a sweet, thick undertone. The texture of the venison was so tender it practically fell apart.
It was damn near identical to eating high-quality Japanese curry in my old world, but with a much more rustic and exotic flavor.
"This is absolutely delicious, truly," I said, savoring the aftertaste.
After stealing a quick, tender kiss on the lips from my beautiful cook, I turned around and headed toward the spacious main dining room. There, everyone was gathered around a robust, imposing oak table.
The scene I witnessed drew a genuine smile from me. Dorko was recounting some of his exaggerated warrior anecdotes while gesturing wildly with his arms, provoking Domack into letting out a hoarse, restrained guffaw.
Ha-ha-ha—THUD! (Dorko’s fist on the table for emphasis)
On the other side of the table, little Lia was laughing cheerfully alongside Runi, looking like two lifelong best friends.
Tee-hee-hee! Fwoosh... fwoosh...
Surprisingly, Chimera was also there, seated on the floor to be at the child’s eye level, using her stitched fingers to make funny shapes in the air and keep Lia entertained.
I sat at the head of the table, and a few minutes later, Samira appeared carrying the heavy iron pot. I moved to stand and help her, but to my surprise, Chimera rushed forward quickly and took the deep bowls, helping Samira serve the generous portions with unusual courtesy. Apparently, the competition to be the best wife also included household chores.
Once everyone had food on their plates, we began to enjoy dinner amid laughter, jokes, and animated conversation. Seeing my fierce orc summons, an elemental spirit, a mutant creature, a legendary spiritualist, and an orphaned girl all sharing the table with me gave me an intense warmth in my chest. We no longer felt simply like an RPG party thrown into a fantasy world... we felt, legitimately, like a true family.
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After dinner, the boys took charge of clearing the table while I stepped out onto the cabin’s terrace to breathe the fresh night air. I leaned on the wooden railing and stayed there, gazing at the beautiful, mystical landscape of the forest beneath the light of the two moons. Everything was fucking peaceful.
I felt soft footsteps behind me, followed by the warmth of a body pressing against my back. Samira wrapped her arms around me, rubbing her cheeks against my shoulder blade as she let out a sleepy yawn.
"Hal... it’s late. Come to bed with me," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
"Alright, I’m coming. Let’s go rest," I replied, turning around to guide her back inside the room.
We settled under the sheets and soon fell asleep in each other’s arms. However, my tranquility didn’t last long. In the middle of the night, the bedroom door opened with a faint creak and an enormous silhouette slipped stealthily toward the mattress.
Creeeeak...
Chimera managed to worm her way under the blankets, pressing her sculptural naked body against my other side. Samira wasn’t the least bit amused to wake up and find the intruder sharing our bed, unleashing a brief war of angry whispers and shoves beneath the sheets, but exhaustion was such that we wound up sleeping all three together in a strange nocturnal truce.
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The following morning, the atmosphere of relaxation came to an end.
The sun was barely beginning to rise when I got out of bed with firm resolution. I woke Chimera with a soft touch and signaled for her to accompany me. Together, we descended the stone stairs leading to the cabin’s underground basement, a dark, cold place isolated from the rest of the dwelling.
Thud... thud... thud...
At the center of the room, atop a ceremonial table, rested the magically reinforced glass jar. Inside it, the twisted, shapeless, grotesque mass of flesh that constituted the other half of Dollmun twitched with pathetic spasms.
Glub... squelch...
The former dark general watched us through the glass with his deformed eyes, distilling pure, impotent hatred.
We’d had a good time psychologically torturing him over the previous days, but I’d already grown bored of simply contemplating his misery.
A much more twisted and poetic idea for his final fate had occurred to me: if Chimera absorbed him completely to stabilize her body, a part of Dollmun’s consciousness would remain trapped eternally inside her. He would be forced to witness, front-row and from the total darkness of his own mind, as I lived a full, chaotic, and fucking happy life while his precious existence was slowly and irreversibly consumed by my waifu. A perfect punishment.
"It’s time, Chimera. Absorb your other half and strengthen your body," I ordered in a cold, authoritative voice.
Chimera grinned from ear to ear, displaying an expression laden with sadistic anticipation. I broke the jar’s magical seal with a flick of my hand and hurled the remains of the flesh mass onto the stone floor.
CRASH—splort!
Dollmun, sensing the imminent danger, tried to drag himself desperately, emitting high-pitched, unintelligible shrieks that echoed off the basement walls.
Screeee! Screeee!
Chimera stepped forward and extended her right hand toward the creature. In a grotesque yet fascinating movement, the skin and muscles of her palm tore violently from the center, splitting wide open to reveal an enormous, monstrous hidden mouth, lined with rows of razor-sharp fangs and a bifurcated tongue dripping thick saliva.
RIIIIIP—squelch...
"Wait...! Wait! What the hell are you doing?! No! No! Nooooo!" the mass of flesh began to shriek, transmitting its panic directly into our minds via telepathy.
The palm-mouth cared nothing for its pleas. With a swift, voracious motion, the rows of fangs sank into Dollmun’s flesh, beginning to devour him in large, savage bites.
CRUNCH! CRUNCH! RIP!
The sound of crushed bones and tearing biological tissue flooded the basement.
SNAP—squelch—CRUNCH!
In barely a few seconds of pure horror, absolutely nothing remained of the once fearsome dark general.
GULP... slosh...
The mouth in Chimera’s palm closed, the stitched skin regenerating seamlessly as if nothing had happened. The redhead brought a hand to her mouth and let out a loud, shameless belch.
BRAAAP!
"Wow... that was delicious, master," she remarked with a satisfied grin.
Suddenly, an intense, blinding, violent dark-purple light erupted from within her body, forcing me to shield my eyes with my forearm.
FLAAAAASH!
RUMBLE... RUMBLE...
The entire basement shuddered under the brutal release of magical energy.
Amid the glow, Chimera’s bone structure and physiognomy began to change drastically.
CRACK! CRACK! POP!
The forced transmutation process was finally completing itself, stabilizing her genes to an optimal level. Her bicolored eyes mutated, transforming into two dazzling, beautiful gems of brilliant scarlet that radiated mystical power. Her long red hair began to darken rapidly, transforming into a dense mane of deep jet-black sprinkled with elegant white streaks that framed her face. Her skin adopted a notably paler tone, almost porcelain, though the artistic dark stitches remained present across several zones of her anatomy, granting her a gothic and lethally sensual appearance.
The clothes she wore were consumed by her own mana, replaced instantly by an imposing, wide, form-fitting dress of black silk with long sleeves that elegantly covered both arms, accentuating her figure in spectacular fashion.
WOOSH—fwoom...
However, the most impressive part was her physical change. Her stature began to increase monstrously, going from her already imposing original 1.82 meters... to reaching the monstrous, monumental height of 2.40 meters.
RUMBLE... GROWTH—CRACK...
She had transformed into an imposing, massive, and absolutely colossal busty giantess of gothic aesthetics. Her proportions had expanded in a proportional manner, making her G-cups now look like two massive projectiles capable of asphyxiating anyone, while maintaining a wasp-like waist and hips so wide they defied the laws of anatomy.
The towering giant woman leaned forward, closing the distance between us. She looked down at me from the heights with her scarlet eyes and curved her lips into a smile overflowing with lust, revealing a mouth full of sharp fangs that, far from frightening me, struck me as fucking sexy and arousing.
"Well then... how do I look now, my beloved lord?" she asked with a deep, velvety voice loaded with a vibration that made me shudder to the core.
I immediately activated my Spiritual Vision to analyze her energy flow.
Fwooom—BZZT!
I was left completely breathless upon seeing the result: her dark mana reserve had skyrocketed to stratospheric levels, far surpassing the original strength Dollmun possessed in his prime. Her mere presence subtly distorted the air around us. Though I had learned quite a bit about the fundamentals of dark magic thanks to Samira’s lessons, the display of power emanating from the new Chimera never ceased to astonish and marvel me.
I gazed up and down that monumental 2.40-meter body, those massive breasts that defied gravity, and that lascivious gaze ready to devour me whole. The survival instinct of my former office-worker self told me to run for my life, but my renewed pride as the master of a MILF harem took absolute control.
A wild grin spread across my face as I stepped forward, locking my eyes onto hers.
"You look perfect... Now, make me yours."
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