The Afterglow of Kinship, Our Ultimate Doom 📱 SUBSCRIPTION

1. The friendship of the seniors
The sunset, like a dying wound, painted the residual light across the waters of Victoria Harbour. Tsukishiro Mio stood before the wide French windows of the mayor's office, gazing down at the city built of money and desire. She wore a dark grey suit, cut to an extreme fit, its collar slightly open, revealing a string of pearls symbolizing power, and beneath it, the faintly visible, mature curves, made fuller by the passage of time.

When the female mayor, who held the city's lifeline, turned to face Ying and Nami, her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses betrayed a deathly stillness, as if thoroughly ravaged and crushed.

"Ying, Nami, as you struggled in your long boots, did it ever occur to you... why these monsters are unkillable?"

Mio turned, her movement carrying the unquestionable authority of a superior. But as she sat in the massive leather swivel chair, crossing her perfectly shaped legs clad in black trousers, a decadent sensuality, accumulated by years, emanated from her.

"Because they are us. The reproduction of life is the embodiment of desire." Mio's voice possessed the magnetic quality unique to a mature woman, yet it was as cold as frost. "As long as humans possess the instinct to procreate, as long as the female womb still pulses, the sub-space named 'Desire' will continuously generate those greedy flesh creatures. They are not invading Earth; they are merely following instinct—seeking 'vessels' to contain desire. And we are the ideal vessels they chose. Those viscous creatures in the Sub-space are not alien species; they are the projection of 'desires' from all living beings in this universe. We are not fighting monsters; we are fighting 'the instinct of life'."

She pointed to the screen on the wall, which displayed the former "Golden Trinity": Mio, cold as ice, the fiery Kou, and Kaede, the innocent girl who had not yet fallen into darkness. In the photo, they were valiant and dashing, their long boots gleaming, never imagining that the viscous flesh would one day thoroughly transform them into another shape.

2. A Tragic Elegy: Kou's Self-Sacrifice
"Twenty years ago, in the rout known as the 'Zero Cataclysm,' Kou... she chose the most desperate path." Mio's fingers trembled slightly, her breath a little rapid, as if she could still smell the coppery sweet scent lingering in the air.

It was a torrent of flesh erupting from deep underground. Countless fleshy tentacles with barbs, suckers, and scalding viscous fluid broke through dimensional rifts. In the fragmented records, one could clearly see the strongest and most beautiful warrior of that time—Kamishiro Kou—in her moment of despair, heavily surrounded.

As the most sensually alluring and physically strongest warrior among the trio, Kou became the sole focus of the succubi throughout the entire disaster.

"Take me... unleash all you want to do on me alone, but please spare this planet!" These were Kou's last words, her declaration of total surrender.

That scene was the nightmare of all magical girls: Kou's once proud and statuesque body was penetrated by countless thick, pulsating flesh columns. As the most "licentious" and capable of containing desire among the seniors, she was dragged into that flesh-filled sub-space. There, she was no longer a warrior, but an "Eternal Matriarch."

Every one of her body orifices was violently breached, expanded, and irrigated. These creatures were not aiming to kill her, but to thoroughly assimilate her. In those suffocating images, Kou was hung suspended in a fleshy jungle, her entire body covered in blushes from deep conditioning, cycling endlessly between extreme pain and forced ovulatory pleasure, becoming a living sacrifice bearing the desires of the entire sub-space.

"And Kaede and I, we couldn't preserve our dignity in that battle either." Mio's voice grew hoarse. The records showed how Mio and Kaede, who remained on Earth, were violated: their long boots filled with viscous fluid, their proud spines weakening with each impact. From fierce resistance to generating base sexual pleasure in endless torment, their dignity dissolved little by little in that viscous physical friction. Ultimately, Kaede couldn't bear the collapse of this "truth" and fell for the pursuit of pure desire; while Mio etched this shame into her bones, donned the mask of power, and painstakingly maintained the functioning of human society.

3. The Resonance of Destiny
The air in the office was suffocatingly thick. After recounting this forbidden history, Mio slowly stood up and walked over to Ying and Nami. She extended a perfectly slender hand and gently cupped Ying's face, still childish and haggard. As Grand Master, a fleeting, extremely complex pity crossed her eyes.

"Listen, children." Mio's voice rose slightly, carrying a forced, even cruel, firmness. "Although our destiny is to sink into this mire of desire, although our bodies are destined to become the playthings of those monsters... as long as we still exist this day, as long as Kou is still in that other dimension bearing the greatest 'malice' for us, this civilization can still breathe for a moment on the edge of desire."

She looked directly into their frightened and confused eyes, a faint, self-mocking smile playing on her lips. "Don't be ashamed of this 'destiny.' If this universe is destined to have someone filled with that flesh, then let us, the most beautiful, strongest women, bear it. Our bodies are the battlefield; our fall is salvation. Even in the most ignoble moments, as long as there is a trace of resistance to violation in your hearts... that is the only spark of justice."

"Go back, rest well." Mio turned, her back still straight, but conveying a lonely, sacrificial resolve. "Tomorrow, a new wave of desires will spill over. Before that, you must... learn to coexist with your own desires."

Subsequently, Mio stepped into a black business van and departed amidst the neon lights. Ying and Nami, left in Nami's dorm room, found their world plunged into a deathly silence.

After leaving the government building, Ying and Nami walked on the long skybridge leading to their school dormitory. Hong Kong Island was still bustling in the late night, beneath them flowed a river of light formed by ceaseless car headlights, and in the distance was the chilling sea breeze of Victoria Harbour.

Their steps were heavy and slow. Their distinctive red over-the-knee boots made regular yet slightly sticky "squeaking" sounds on the concrete, as if their boot shafts were filled not just with residual fluids from combat, but also with a heavy, inseparable destiny.

Ying stopped, leaning her hands on the cold metal railing, her long hair disheveled by the wind.

"Nami," Ying's voice was very soft, tinged with self-mocking hoarseness, "Did you hear? Senior Mio said we are just 'vessels'."

Nami stood behind her, looking at Ying's mature but weary curves, accentuated by her slight lean. As an excellent university student, she was accustomed to analyzing with logic, but now logic had collapsed: "Ying, if Senior Kou is still being... treated like that in that dimension, what exactly are we 'fighting' for?"

"Yes," Ying turned, moonlight illuminating her pale face, revealing a striking decadent beauty, "rather, we are protecting this planet's right to procreate. Monsters of desire will constantly appear. What we need to do is make ourselves 'durable' enough to bear the overflowing malice."

She smiled sadly, remembering Kaede. That former senior, after fully comprehending this truth, chose the most extreme method—she no longer fought desire, but sought a twisted pleasure by conditioning and destroying juniors like Ying.

"Kaede... she must have understood long ago." Ying touched her wrist under her sweater, where the sensation of Kaede's restraint seemed to linger. "That's why she said, while tormenting me, that it was to make me 'adapt in advance' to the future shape."

Nami was silent. She looked at Ying, then down at herself. Their bodies, before this universe filled with desires, were like fragile dikes about to be breached by a flood.

"Let's go," Ying straightened, her boot heels making a crisp, solitary click on the skybridge. "Back to the dorm. At least there... we don't have to play heroes."

4. Reflections in a Dream
Subsequently, they returned to Nami's dormitory. The moment they pushed open the door, the cool, sterile campus air failed to dispel the desolation in their hearts.

It was the first time that night Ying felt such an intense urge to "disarm." She sat on the edge of Nami's bed, adorned with a simple white sheet, bending over, her fingers trembling as she pulled down the zipper of her long boots. With the sound of leather separating from stockings, her ankles, soft and sensitive after removing her boots, Ying collapsed listlessly onto the bed as if losing all support.

Nami changed into lightweight silk pajamas. As the cool fabric glided over the skin, ravaged in battle and stiffened by the cold wind on the skybridge, a morbid shudder, born from over-development, pierced her soul.

"Ying..." They leaned against each other, their eyes vacant as they gazed out at the still-flashing neon lights.

They felt no inspiration from the Grand Master, but rather sank into a deep sense of loss. The image of Senior Kou suffering as the "Eternal Matriarch" in the sub-space burned into their consciousness like a red-hot branding iron.

Especially Ying. Her will had been crushed inch by inch in Kaede's hands. Kaede knew every weakness of her body, and those targeted, humiliating developments had led Ying's body to develop a twisted dependence on "pain" and "invasion."

Upon hearing that Kou had become a living sacrifice in that flesh dimension, Ying's body, personally conditioned by Kaede, astonishingly developed a humble, incurable yearning amidst extreme shame.

"If I also, like Senior Kou, completely gave up resistance, to be forever filled and endlessly irrigated by that flesh dimension... would I no longer have to bear this hypocritical pain called 'justice'?"

Ying rolled wildly on the bed, her voice now carrying the hoarseness that could no longer recover after being thoroughly played with by Kaede. She hugged her pillow tightly, her legs unconsciously rubbing, fantasizing that she was currently in Kou's sub-space, filled by countless pulsating flesh columns.

Nami watched Ying succumb to this semi-mad self-indulgence, her own desires vaguely flaring up like a bursting dam. To avoid disturbing Ying, she went out onto the balcony alone.

The night wind blew, but it couldn't dispel the hot dryness between her legs. Nami gripped the railing, her mind filled with illustrations of Senior Kou's orifices being breached, her entire body flushed red from extreme congestion. She couldn't help but wonder:

"If I had been caught in that cataclysm, would I, right now, be in that fleshy jungle, as the optimal 'female vessel,' enjoying the desires of the entire dimension?"

That night, the dorm room was filled with sticky and intermittent gasps. One was a mature warrior whose body and mind had been shattered by a fellow senior; the other, a young talent who had just glimpsed the cruel truth of fate.

In their respective fantasies, they had to compromise with the destiny named "procreation."

That night, Nami stood on the balcony for a long time.

Hong Kong's night sky had no stars, only the neon lights overflowing from the ground. Her fingertips traced the cold metal railing, but she felt its touch gradually becoming slippery, warm, as if the railing itself was transforming into pulsating fleshy tendrils in some unknown dimension.

Inside, Ying's rolling gradually softened, replaced by a deep and chaotic dream murmurs. In her dream, she was no longer the pink-magicked, spear-wielding warrior, but walked naked in the dimension where Senior Kou resided. The ground beneath her feet was not earth, but layered, warm soft tissues; the air was not oxygen, but viscous, aphrodisiac spore clouds.

She saw "Kou."

The once fiery senior was now trapped in the center of a throne woven from countless flesh columns. Kou's body had lost its human angles, her abundant curves, intertwined with tentacles, presented a sense of almost divine decadence. Kou opened her eyes, those eyes that once burned with fighting spirit now held only endless dispersion and degeneration.

"Come..." Kou's voice echoed directly in Ying's mind, carrying a damp moisture. "Don't resist anymore. There is no pain here, only eternal filling... We were born for this."

"Learn to adapt to them. This might be our... only salvation."