Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Chapter 63: The Calm Before The Storm I
5:20 AM.
Jiang Nan stroked his chin, his fingertips tapping lightly.
'The cards I'm holding right now... are still too few.'
Although he had Tribulation Flame Ashen End and Abyss Court Heavy Domain, the Faceless One gave him an unsettling feeling.
That thing not only possessed an intelligence that didn't belong to a ghost, but also had a body structure resembling immortality.
'My strongest single-target killing move requires physical contact to trigger.'
'Given the vigilance and speed that thing has demonstrated, it will be hard to get a chance to touch it up close.'
Jiang Nan's eyes shifted slightly as he made his decision.
'Play it safe.'
'Wait until 6:00, collect the leaderboard settlement rewards first.'
'Then wait until the midnight Word Spirit Check-In refresh.'
If he could get some powerful item or Word Spirit from it, his odds of winning would be much greater.
So he pulled out his Notepad and ordered everyone to shelter from the rain in the teaching building, rest in place, and wait for dawn.
In the corner.
Liu Yuqing pushed up her glasses and asked Yekaterina beside her curiously.
"By the way, since none of us are good people, why does everyone in this school seem so afraid of killing?"
"Is it solely because of the School Rules?"
Yekaterina shook her head and revealed the pitch-black mark on the back of her hand.
"Actually, under the rules, killing does not directly lead to death."
"The consequences are indirect."
"Killing increases the school's Resentment Value, causing classes to start early, and can even trigger hidden punishment mechanics."
"No one here wants to have class early."
"That's gambling with your life—extremely high risk, yet the rewards are far from generous."
"A classic losing deal."
Liu Yuqing nodded thoughtfully. "I see, it's just a matter of incentives."
Everyone quietly waited like that.
The rain continued to fall.
Guo Shuai sat on the ground, staring at the overcast sky outside the window, unable to stop himself from grumbling.
"This cursed place... when is the sun ever going to come out?"
"It's so suffocating."
He let out a long sigh, a trace of melancholy seeping into his gaze.
"If only someone could jump down from the Tower of Babylon, burning like a sun, and make this damn rain stop for a while."
Hearing this, Wang Meng beside him froze for a moment, and then the novel-fan DNA buried deep within him stirred.
He broke into a grin.
"Haha, Old Guo."
"Compared to the sun, I think it's the overpass and the Maybach that fit the mood better right now."
The 2 exchanged a glance and instantly understood the reference in each other's eyes.
"Hahahahaha!"
The 2 burst out laughing at the same time, their laughter carrying a trace of nostalgia for the old world.
And a trace of bitter humor wrested from this godforsaken apocalypse.
……
At the same time, at the Rose High School campus, in the Detention Room warehouse behind the school.
Click.
Accompanied by the sound of a lighter, a small flame flickered to life in the darkness.
The firelight swayed, casting light on a grotesque face whose mouth was split open all the way to the ears.
"Well~"
Kamiya Konan crouched in front of the massive iron cage, looking at the shapeless meatball inside, his tone mocking.
"Mr. Kujo, where's that arrogance of yours? Where's that ability of yours?"
"When you were slicing at me with that Scalpel, you certainly didn't look this pathetic."
"Why aren't you moving anymore?"
Inside the cage.
Kujo Shiyan gasped weakly, the smoothly severed Scalpel lying beside him.
At this moment, he was like his niece Kujo Ran—his four limbs violently broken, his entire body folded into a ball.
As for how someone with no arms could still have four limbs folded?
Figure it out yourself.
"You... you sick, damned freak..."
Kujo Shiyan lifted his swollen eyelids, his voice barely a breath.
"Cough cough... haha... I really should have ground your head completely into powder back then..."
"Otherwise I wouldn't have given you an opening..."
"What a pity indeed."
Kamiya Konan smiled and shook his head.
"But there's no use saying anything now."
"There's no medicine for regret in this world."
"You can only accept your fate now... accept this tragic fate called the Fallen Prince."
With that.
Kamiya Konan stood up, revealing his battered body that had been twisted into a pretzel shape by Psychokinesis.
Slowly and deliberately, he walked toward the central cage where the princess was held.
There, the Wandering Corpse girl Oriha was staring at him, her mouth full of fresh blood, her eyes brimming with appetite.
Kujo Shiyan's eyes went wide, his pupils trembling violently.
"You... what are you trying to do?!"
Under this extreme terror, even his speech became somewhat clearer.
"What am I trying to do?"
Kamiya Konan opened the cage door and turned back to flash a smile.
"Of course... to pick the fruit~"
"Yamero!! Stop it! Kamiya!! Stop, stop right now—!!"
Kujo Shiyan roared with everything he had, the corners of his eyes splitting open and bleeding.
That was the person he had protected his entire life—his most cherished!
That was the only reason he had to go on living!
But.
Kamiya Konan smiled, opened his arms as if embracing a lover, and threw himself into the arms of something called "Gluttony."
"Roar!"
Oriha didn't hesitate for a single moment. She pounced directly and began devouring Kamiya Konan's body with wild abandon!
After eating Kujo Ran, her level of evolution had visibly deepened!
Her appetite had grown, and her feeding speed had accelerated by nearly tenfold!
Crack! Crack!
The sound of bones shattering rang out.
But.
Kamiya Konan was laughing.
He watched Kujo Shiyan's crumbling gaze and laughed with boundless joy—boundless madness!
"Hahaha!!"
"Thanks to you, I finally know... that I can be clever to this extent!"
"My consciousness has reached an inconceivable realm!"
"Just like my ability, Answer Analysis!"
"I don't need the process!!"
"I only need the result!!"
Just one second before Oriha opened her jaws wide, about to bite through his neck.
Slash!
Kamiya Konan's hand suddenly transformed into a blade, slicing open the gray-white top half of Oriha's head!
At the same time.
Under Kujo Shiyan's almost motionless gaze...
He slowly lifted his own bespectacled, upper-half-only skull from the Half-Head Ghost's neck...
Countless blood threads stretched out like snapped lotus root fibers still connected by silk.
Then.
He gently placed his own still-wriggling half-skull onto Oriha's sliced-open head.
"Grafting... begins."
Szzzzz!!
The Half-Head Ghost's ability activated!
Severing and Connecting!
Countless flesh buds grew wildly—Kamiya Konan's brain began forcibly fusing with Oriha's body!
Kujo Shiyan stared fixedly at this scene, and only at this moment did he finally understand the madman's plan.
'The Half-Head Ghost's ability... is limb severing and connecting...'
'And this Kamiya Konan... it seems that through his own ability, he actually performed a Body Seizure on the Half-Head Ghost...'
'The reason he let Oriha—who had nearly become a Starving Wraith—eat the Half-Head Ghost's body first, was to create a shared bloodline connection between the two...'
'This surgery... is called Body Seizure!!'
So this was what "picking the fruit" meant!!
Kamiya Konan intended to discard that broken ghost body and become a Starving Wraith with human consciousness and no upper limit!
Thud.
The Half-Head Ghost's remaining body collapsed to the ground and dissolved into a pool of black liquid.
A few seconds later.
Another figure slowly rose from the shadows.
It was a face with Oriha's lower half and Kamiya Konan's upper half perfectly stitched together.
Clearly a cobbled-together monster, yet strangely without the slightest sense of incongruity.
Because Kamiya Konan had always had slightly feminine looks—what people commonly called a pretty boy.
Now, paired with Oriha's long hair and sailor uniform, it somehow looked like...
A bespectacled girl—cunning and unhinged, yet carrying a trace of cuteness.
Only...
His mind was blacker than hell.
"Haah..."
The new entity drew a deep breath, raised a hand, and pushed up its glasses.
Then it turned around, looked at the utterly shattered Kujo Shiyan outside the cage, and spoke.
"How is it? Shiyan big brother..."
"Do you like how I look now? Hehehe..."
Because the body was Oriha's, the vocal cords were female.
The sound Kamiya Konan produced was sharp and thin—like a repulsively effeminate voice.
But Kujo Shiyan wasn't disgusted by that voice.
Because... he was tired.
He was truly, genuinely tired.
All these years, he had lived carrying sin, hatred, lies, and immense pressure.
For the sake of reviving Oriha, he had done too many things against his conscience, killed too many innocent people.
Now, watching the plan collapse entirely, Oriha's body seized, her soul completely scattered—
He felt, instead...
Nothing.
The greatest grief is when the heart dies.
"Heh..."
Kujo Shiyan collapsed on the ground and laughed at himself.
"If there were a psychiatrist... I'd probably be diagnosed with terminal depression."
Seeing him like this, Kamiya Konan was actually furious.
"Bastard!"
"Everything I've prepared! This perfect work of art!"
"It was all to make you—my mortal enemy—break down! To make you suffer! To make you scream!"
"And yet you have no reaction whatsoever?!"
Kamiya Konan clenched his little fists tight.
"Haah..."
In the end, he still lowered his fists.
"Calm down..."
"I am a Divine Chosen."
"I am destined to become the one true god of this world, an existence revered by ten thousand!"
"This tiny emotional disturbance... is nothing but a minor setback on the road to godhood."
"Why bother arguing with an ordinary person?"
After that.
His expression went blank as he opened the cage holding Kujo Shiyan.
Looking at the twisted mass of flesh and blood before him—though still feeling some physiological discomfort inside—he forcibly suppressed it.
He opened his jaws wide.
Chomp!
And bit straight into Kujo Shiyan's neck!
After devouring half of the Half-Head Ghost, Oriha's body had fully evolved into a Starving Wraith.
And according to the rules, after devouring Kujo Shiyan—the owner of the S-Grade Psychokinesis ability...
He would inherit the other's ability!
Splurt!
Blood sprayed.
Kujo Shiyan didn't move, and he didn't scream.
His gaze gradually turned ashen, his consciousness beginning to dissipate.
He knew...
He was not the protagonist of this world.
This world was cruel...
So cruel that after 30 years of scheming, after giving everything, in the end he had only made his wedding garment for another.
In his final moments.
He only wanted to apologize.
"I'm sorry... Mother."
"It was my filthy bloodline that killed you."
"I'm sorry... Teacher."
"I betrayed your expectations, failed to become the blade that slays ghosts, and instead became a ghost's slave."
"I'm sorry... Oriha."
"That day, I shouldn't have gone on that assassination mission... if I hadn't left, you wouldn't have died."
"And to all the innocent people I've harmed... I'm sorry."
"I'm a liar, I'm a selfish, wicked man... I don't deserve your forgiveness..."
A single clear tear slid from the corner of his eye.
Kujo Shiyan slowly closed his eyes.
And became entirely the nourishment for Kamiya Konan's evolution.
……
A few minutes later.
Clack.
Kamiya Konan spat out the last bone.
He tilted his head, savoring the surging newborn power coursing through him.
S-Grade ability—【Psychokinesis!!】
"This feels incredible!!"
"This power... is exactly what I've always dreamed of!"
Hum!
With a single mental impulse.
The iron cages around him instantly began twisting, warping, and crushing!
Splat!
The exchange student from Rose High School in the adjacent cage didn't even get to scream—they were crushed together with the cage into a pulp of flesh.
They were given release.
Having gained the boost of S-Grade Psychokinesis, Kamiya Konan at this moment felt himself supremely powerful—invincible, one might even say!
"Haha... hahahaha!!"
He covered that stitched face and let out a deranged laugh.
His already hypocritical and vain personality, catalyzed by absolute power, was fully amplified—sharp-edged, domineering, insufferably arrogant.
"Jiang Nan..."
He recalled that arrogant figure.
'If I were to devour that person...'
'In this world, who would still be my match?'
With that thought, Kamiya Konan tidied up the blood-soaked sailor uniform, pushed open the door, and walked out of the warehouse.
However.
Just as he stepped over the threshold.
Whoosh~
He saw a massive figure standing in the rain.
It was a long horse-face dressed in a blue suit.
The Discipline Master, Shariki Sanae.
It had come on the Principal's orders to settle accounts with Kujo Shiyan.
Their eyes met.
Shariki Sanae looked at the unfamiliar female student before it, sniffed, and showed a puzzled expression.
Was this a person? Or a ghost?
While Kamiya Konan licked his lips.
"Perfect timing..."
"Just eating that worthless piece of trash is digesting a little slowly..."
"Let me use you, you oversized thing... as my after-dinner dessert to speed up my evolution a little..."