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Chapter 333 – Does This Ever End?
🕑 Added 2025-09-22 18:56:34 +0000 UTCAs everyone knows, romance in novels usually follows a gradual build-up.
The main characters start with budding affection, then develop deeper feelings step by step, with plenty of emotional shifts, atmosphere, and foreshadowing along the way.
Only after all that setup can the story naturally move into the “real deal.” Otherwise, it just feels cheap and rushed.
Logically speaking, if a guy were to push things too far on the very first night he met a girl, readers would tear the author to shreds.
“What kind of garbage writer comes up with such brain-dead harem nonsense?!”
But—when the girl in question is your otherself… well, that’s a completely different situation.
I mean, come on. If you’re essentially the same person, what kind of emotional buildup do you even need?
C.C. and Nagami tilted their heads slightly, gazing at the golden-haired girl sleeping peacefully between them.
The faint, muted light filtering through the curtains fell across Lumine’s serene face.
Her long, curled lashes rested gently over her eyelids, her breathing soft and even.
A blush still lingered faintly on her delicate features.
Half of her pale shoulder and graceful collarbone peeked out from under the blanket, gleaming ivory under the sunlight—beautiful enough to take one’s breath away.
It seemed the bottom line for human decency had once again been shattered beyond recognition…
With three bodies sharing sensations—amplified by their twin-body link and isotope traits—their sensitivity had been heightened to unimaginable levels.
Every bit of softness or warmth Nagami and C.C. felt, Lumine felt too.
And no matter the position, their movements meshed together with uncanny synchronicity.
After all, they were the same person.
More importantly, Lumine’s mind remained entirely her own.
Her independent thoughts as a girl were nothing like Nagami and C.C.’s sensations.
Pure desire and emotion-laced intimacy were two very different things.
And while C.C. looked every bit the flawless goddess—pale skin, long legs, narrow waist, and curves in all the right places—inside, she was still a man.
There were certain… positions she simply refused to do, even if all dignity went out the window.
Lumine, on the other hand, was a girl through and through.
As long as Nagami used the Sentience Authority to quietly mute some of her sensations, there was no problem at all.
[This is my last shred of dignity, Lumine!] he thought dramatically.
How long their indulgent… or rather, narcissistic escapade lasted last night was anyone’s guess.
But with their minds linked and senses intertwined, the mental and physical exhaustion was shared equally among them.
Naturally, Lumine as her powers sealed, she couldn’t recover as quickly as Nagami or C.C., who possessed Herrscher bodies.
Especially since those two could cheat with the Herrscher of Reason’s abilities.
With such an overwhelming power gap, it was like a barren field being plowed after centuries of neglect—again and again—until the diligent farmer showered it with… let’s just say a generous helping of a certain drugs and sugar.
“Mmn…”
The blonde girl let out a soft murmur.
Her smooth, ivory legs shifted restlessly beneath the blanket, lashes fluttering.
She tugged the quilt over her head, only to peek out moments later like a drowsy little hamster burrowing its way free.
Her face was still hazy with sleep, and a few golden strands stuck up adorably like messy antennae.
It was obvious she had been completely thrown off by Nagami’s overflowing energy.
Sleep was no longer an option!
“This outfit really is something. It doesn’t leave behind a single trace of scent!”
Nagami picked up Lumine’s ever-familiar white dress from the floor and gave it a sniff.
Only her faint fragrance remained—delicate and fresh, like the five-petaled flowers she wore in her hair.
Lumine shot him a dead-fish-eyed glare, clearly viewing this “pure-blooded pervert” version of herself with disgust.
She sat up slowly on the soft bed and stretched out her pale, slender arms toward him.
Nagami just shrugged and began helping her dress with practiced ease.
They didn’t exchange a single word, nor did their eyes meet, yet their wordless understanding surpassed even that of couples who had lived together for decades.
C.C., meanwhile, simply recreated a black dress onto her body with ease.
Herrscher abilities were meant to be used in every aspect of life, after all.
Even after such a wild night, her long green hair still flowed smoothly like silk.
With lazy grace, she rolled over on the bed and sank back into Lumine’s shadow.
The Herrscher of Reason’s power—short of the End—was without doubt the most versatile of all Herrscher abilities.
Even building a residence was no challenge.
Near Mondstadt, in a scenic spot, C.C. had recreated a luxurious villa based on the familiar dorms of St. Freya Academy.
Seele and Kurumi had spent the night there.
Now, stretching her maturing figure, Lumine allowed Nagami to finish helping her dress.
Barefoot, she padded to the window, pulled open the curtains, and raised a hand to shield her eyes as sunlight poured in.
Fresh air filled her lungs as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A smile tugged at her lips—her mood lighter than ever before.
It sounded unbelievable, but the feeling of having another version of herself, perfectly connected in heart and soul, as a partner… was simply irresistible.
And for Nagami, it was the same. No matter how many other girls he grew close to, Lumine would never feel jealousy.
That was the nature of isotopes—at their core, they were the same person.
Naturally, their positions aligned. So if “I” added more girls to the harem, of course it was something to celebrate!
“Can teleport waypoints really just be used so casually?”
Nagami set Lumine gently back onto the bed in a princess carry, then softly kneaded her delicate feet, as though soothing them from last night’s ordeal.
With care, he slipped her golden-trimmed white boots back on.
“Of course not.”
Raising her slender hand, Lumine smoothed down his messy black hair and straightened his collar.
She studied his handsome face and gave a satisfied nod. “Ordinary people can’t use waypoints. From the ones I’ve met, only those with a Vision or Liyue’s adepti can. Oh—and the Abyss Heralds, too.”
“I see.” Nagami absorbed the information straight from her heart, nodding thoughtfully. “So it’s tied to the elemental energy within one’s body… It must be that any energy that reaches a certain threshold allows someone to use a waypoint.”
“And the amount of material you can carry must depend on the one activating it?”
Murmuring aloud what he gleaned from Lumine’s thoughts, Nagami blinked at her refined features.
“That’s right…”
Lumine wrinkled her nose slightly, as if catching a faint trace of a certain scent.
Green light gathered in her pale hands, and a breeze rose within the cozy room.
After sweeping the space clean, the wind condensed into a small vortex in her palm, which she casually tossed out the window.
The curtains rippled like water.
Clapping her hands lightly, she turned back to Nagami’s calm expression.
“From what I can tell, it’s probably connected to how much elemental power gods or adepti can control—but I’m not certain.”
At the same time, a stray thought flickered through her mind:
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[What should we have for breakfast?]
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“I’m starting to suspect that Visions… aren’t as simple as they seem.”
Nagami moved behind her, resting his hands on her soft, pale shoulders and gently guiding her toward the kitchen.
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[Of course we’re eating my homemade love-filled breakfast! Make it hearty too—I need to recover some strength and stamina after last night, don’t I~]
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Lumine shot him a side-eye, her cheeks tinting pink, though the blush quickly faded.
Still, she gave a small nod of agreement.
“Something about Visions feels… off?” she asked, frowning in mild surprise at his earlier words.
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[Why not just go to a restaurant instead?]
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“The one who controls the waypoints can monitor the energy fluctuations of the entire world bubble at any time.
In fact, that person might already stand outside this world’s framework, able to use the waypoints to manipulate every law within it.
That would make them the true god of this world!”
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[Nope. I haven’t had food made by you yet. Paimon said it tastes great, and I want to try it!]
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That sudden, straight-to-the-heart confession caught Lumine completely off guard.
The worst part was that no matter how she tried, she couldn’t block that kind of direct hit—especially when it came from herself!
Clutching her chest, her fair face flushed a soft crimson.
She bit her lip, her ears almost ringing with the thunderous beat of her own heart.
Nagami, this guy—was just almost kill her last night, and now asking her to cook for breakfast!?
