Chapter 98: Ouroboros

"I..." Nio tries to say something, but there are too many truths mixed in with manipulation. Nio knows there’s manipulation in this—Nioh knows it too—but there are so many truths woven through it that it’s like trying to find a needle in a desert.

The absence of obvious lies or concrete falsehoods makes Typhon’s side seem "human," painful and genuine, playing on the "empathy" of others.

Obviously, that doesn’t erase the terrible things she’s done, but it creates a timeline where there’s reason behind it—and worse, it raises a dark question: if Nioh had accepted her, would Typhon really have been so bad? It makes the "victim" seem guilty for suffering.

This shattering of the perspective where Typhon was nothing but absolute evil makes her feel closer, more relatable—which for a moment even makes Nio forget that Typhon literally wants to destroy everything she’s ever built in her life.

"Nioh, say something!" Nio speaks to Nioh, who stays quiet. When Nioh opens her mouth to speak, Typhon gives her a warning look. Nioh can’t even speak to Nio in her mind because Typhon would notice.

"...She... she’s... she’s right about the past... n-no exaggerations... I... I might have been a little cruel during her first confession... I... really did stomp on her face... spat on her and told her I was disgusted by her... I also... also crushed the ring she made..." Despite this, Typhon never mentioned the fear she saw in Nioh’s eyes.

When Typhon confessed and Nioh saw her eyes, Nioh’s entire body went into panic. It wasn’t a simple look of love or obsession—it was something dangerous, like a monster threatening to devour her and everything she represented until both of their existences became indistinguishable. And from that fear came a deep disgust toward Typhon’s eyes.

What Typhon sought back then was like a "fusion," metaphorically speaking. She wanted to make them so inseparable that Nioh wouldn’t even know where she ended and where Typhon began—a love that completely erases the individuality of both, a kind of death.

Where one would die so that only a single "thought," a single "truth," a single "state" between them could exist. Nioh saw that love in Typhon’s eyes and reacted the way anyone with the slightest sense of self-preservation would—with disgust. It’s a disgusting future, one without freedom.

Typhon wanted to "devour" Nioh’s life and wanted to be devoured in return, exactly like Ouroboros, where both would become exactly the same.

And now Typhon is doing the same thing to Nio, and Nioh can see the signs. It starts like this—putting things in her head, speaking biased truths, reshaping her mind until she thinks just like Typhon.

"Nio, I don’t know when you’ll wake up, so I’ll give you one last little lesson." Typhon approaches Nio again and grabs her. Nioh watches this and notices how, ever since they arrived, Typhon has always forced Nio to stay close to her, to cling to her, as if they were two pieces that fit together.

Nioh looks at the two of them with disgust, but Nio, seeing Nioh’s look of disgust, thinks it’s directed specifically at her and gets offended—since Nio didn’t even do anything wrong besides listening to Typhon talk. She even questioned Typhon.

"..." Nio, with an almost childish, pouty attitude, lets Typhon pull her into her arms just because of Nioh’s look.

Typhon runs her hand along Nio’s waist as she pulls her closer, pressing Nio’s face against her stomach.

"Nio, I don’t know if you’ve realized or if Nioh told you—which I doubt she did—but you’re still going to grow wiser. Right now you’re in your youth, which would be equivalent to an 18-to-21-year-old human."

"That’s young. You’ll get bigger, stronger, and even more beautiful in the future when your body grows again—which might take a few millennia, or a few million years, or it could be tomorrow morning. There’s no way to know yet." Typhon mentions something that catches Nio’s attention.

"But know that no matter what physical form you’re in, I’ll always know what excites you most. I’d like you to know that I spent years... studying dragon bodies to maximize how happy I could make you." With "studying," Typhon deliberately hides how many dragon races and types she drove to extinction just to dissect, torture, experiment on, and measure their bodies.

All aimed at learning as much as possible about dragons and the patterns all races share even when they’re different types.

"W-What are you doing?!" Nio speaks nervously as Typhon runs her hand over Nio’s belly.

"Just checking something, Nio. Don’t you want it? If you don’t, I can check on Nioh instead." When Typhon strikes right at the small competition she created, Nio looks at Nioh and bites her teeth together so hard it makes a grinding sound.

"Do whatever you want." When Typhon hears that, she tries to hide her smile, not imagining that the conflict between the two would become so blatantly active.

’In the end, Nio is a fragile being just as I imagined—so foolish...’ Typhon thinks as she caresses Nio’s belly. The only real intellectual threat to Typhon was Nioh, who truly knows her. But with her mind and body trained by Typhon, only the "rational" Nio is left to deal with this—and without context, being deceived, Nio can’t do much either.

"H-Hey..." Nio tries to complain as Typhon slides her hand down into her panties, feeling how smooth Nio’s skin is. Her touch is slow and deliberately drawn out.

"Shhh, take a deep breath." Typhon takes advantage of the position to plunge two fingers deep inside Nio, curling them inside her pussy, which makes Nio choke in surprise and let out a confused moan.

Typhon presses Nio’s G-spot, knowing this body perfectly. It makes Nio stagger a little, her legs trembling as she lets out a confused little whimper.

Before Nio can yell at her, Typhon removes her fingers and brings them to her lips, tasting the fluids she collected from Nio—which makes Nio embarrassed watching Typhon lick her fluids like they were something delicious.

"What the hell—" Nio tries to complain about Typhon licking her fluids, but the "dream" begins to end as cracks spread through the space.

"Bye, Nio. I loved our talk today—it was very productive. I hope you enjoyed learning more about me. I’ll give you something much more pleasurable in the future." Typhon speaks as she analyzes the taste and confirms that no one has touched Nio, which calms her jealousy. Ever since Nio arrived smelling like someone who laid an egg, she’d felt her brain throbbing with jealousy over the possibility that someone had touched Nio.

Now that she’s confirmed Nio is still "normal," her mind settles and she feels completely satisfied and happy with the results.

"..." As she watches Nio waking up, her mind turns to what she discovered.

"Nio seems much more alert and attentive to everything... I think I’m close to her... and she suspects it herself... perfect."