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A few more days passed.
That afternoon, Herta and I were in the not-too-spacious corridor of the villa, engaging in what could be called a fierce "street fight."
The narrowness of the space instead bolstered a primal impulse; we were tightly entangled together, and the sounds of sweat, gasping, and bodies colliding echoed in the corridor.
I had her pressed against the wall, one of her long legs hooked over my hip as I drove into her relentlessly. Her small, perky breasts bounced against my chest with every thrust, her tight, smooth pussy clenching around me. I fucked her hard and fast, making her moan uncontrollably. When I came, I filled her again with a massive creampie, thick jets of cum blasting into her womb until her lower belly bulged heavily. As I withdrew, the excess semen poured out in thick, continuous streams, running down her thighs in glossy rivers and pooling on the corridor floor. We barely caught our breath before I took her again from behind, pumping another huge load deep inside her already overflowing pussy until cum was literally squirting out around my cock with every thrust, leaving her thighs and the floor completely drenched in sticky white fluid.
After ending, we were both somewhat exhausted, leaning languidly against the cool walls to rest, our rapid breathing gradually settling.
On the floor of the corridor, it was inevitable that the traces of our fierce intersection just now had been left—those milky white traces mixed with transparent liquid appeared somewhat blinding in the afternoon light, yet carried a decadent ambiguity.
Herta was lying on her side, still leaning against the wall, but a small holographic projection device appeared in her hand out of nowhere.
A light blue light curtain unfolded before her eyes, upon which complex data streams and life information maps that I couldn't understand at all were flowing.
Her deep violet eyes stared tightly at the light curtain, her brow furrowed slightly, as if analyzing some key information.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and a corner of her mouth hooked into an imperceptible curve of excitement—that of a researcher who had discovered a new continent.
"Success..." she murmured, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching my ears. "Data model confirmed, the life essence factor was indeed interfered with and reorganized... I also now carry that... latent genetic marker that can change the 'Path'."
My heartbeat skipped a beat.
Herta also... successfully obtained this possibility? Merely through our... this kind of "testing"?
However, her excitement lasted only for a moment before her brow furrowed again, and her face revealed obvious confusion.
"But... it's very strange." Her fingers slid quickly across the light curtain, bringing up more data for comparison. "According to the phenomenon observed on Ruan Mei's side, and our previous theoretical deduction, the final 'activation' of this potential seems to have a strong correlation with the process of pregnancy... but my physiological indicators show no signs of pregnancy at all. Exactly which link went wrong? Or is it that... the conditions for activation are not unique?"
She fell into deep thought, her violet eyes filled with the light of inquiry, completely immersed in this new puzzle.
Looking at her like this, I didn't know what to say for a moment.
Ruan Mei had activated her Path potential only after getting pregnant, while Herta now seemed to have only obtained the "potential" and not "activated" it.
Could it be... that a child was really needed as the "key"?
Herta didn't give me much time to think.
She abruptly closed the holographic projection, stood up from the wall, her movements clean and decisive, as if there were no emotional connection between that fierce sexual act and the scientific puzzle at hand.
"No, this problem must be clarified." She said to herself while tidying her slightly messy clothes. "Existing data is insufficient to support the conclusion; there are too many variables. I need to directly conduct information comparison and joint research with Ruan Mei."
After she finished speaking, she turned around directly and walked toward the room that was her temporary laboratory without looking back.
The next night, the night was deep.
Herta found me, her expression as calm as always, or rather, the kind of calm that hides all emotions behind cold logic.
"I am going to leave for a while," she declared concisely. "To find Ruan Mei; there are some key data and conjectures that need to be verified in person."
I looked at her, and a subtle sense of loss welled up in my heart. Here it was again—this feeling of being left behind.
First Ruan Mei, now Herta.
My "wives" seemed to be more interested in research than in me.
She seemed to see the slight emotional fluctuation on my face, but only raised an eyebrow slightly and didn't say anything more.
In the night, the courtyard gate of the villa opened.
Two puppets, identical to her, with vacant eyes but agile actions, appeared at the door, waiting quietly.
It seemed she was planning to use puppets for this long journey.
Herta walked to the door and paused, but didn't look back.
I couldn't see the expression in the shadows of the night; I could only see her slender and straight back.
Just when I thought she would leave without any extra emotion as she usually did, a slightly drifting, carrying a hint of... strange, a tone that didn't belong to her usual voice, drifted over lightly:
"Hey, little Gray-hair..."
"...Think of me, okay?"
After speaking, she quickly disappeared into the dense night with the two puppets, leaving only the swaying tree shadows in the courtyard, and me standing alone at the door of the empty villa.
The evening breeze blew by, bringing a trace of coolness.