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After another tense yet exhilarating round of desensitization therapy,
Acheron slowly awakened from the ocean of light, fragments of her will returning.
She realized she was once again in Sol's arms.
As for what had just happened—she remembered only the tidal wave of overwhelming comfort. Nothing else.
She had believed she could endure it. In the end, she couldn't even hold on for a moment.
And now, just like before, she lay powerless in his embrace, unable to move.
Her eyes fluttered half-closed. She decided to pretend she was still unconscious and avoid the embarrassment.
Sol shifted her slightly, adjusting into a more intimate hold, and teased, "Mei, do you think you'd be angry if I kissed you right now?"
"!!!"
Acheron's eyes flew open in disbelief.
Kiss her now?
Of course she would be angry! That would be taking advantage of her vulnerability!
Yet beyond anger, she couldn't even resist—she had no strength at all.
All she could do was stare at him, her gaze filled with shyness, unease, and nervous anticipation.
Sol gently stroked her hair and chuckled. "I'm joking. I consider myself something of a gentleman. I wouldn't do that."
"Haa…"
Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Acheron finally exhaled in relief.
She knew it—Sol, who had poured so much effort into helping her, wouldn't stoop that low.
Besides… even if he wanted to, if he discussed it with her properly and gave her time to prepare herself mentally, she might not necessarily refuse.
"A gentleman who wants to kiss you would've already done it while you were unconscious."
Sol deliberately licked the corner of his lips in front of her, as though savoring the memory.
"!!!"
Acheron froze again, mortified.
Thinking carefully, her lips did feel faintly numb.
And not just her lips—other parts of her body felt slightly tingling too.
Had he… kissed elsewhere as well?
Stealing kisses while she had no awareness—and everywhere at that.
Yes, that was certainly a "gentleman." Just that particular sort of gentleman.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
"Mei, your reactions are really adorable."
Sol laughed loudly at the rapid changes in her expression. "Next time during treatment, I might really have to try."
Everyone had many facets, each with its own brilliance.
Especially a remarkable woman like Acheron—her other sides were even more worth anticipating.
Today's expressions alone were enough to make him smile for a year.
Regaining a little strength, Acheron looked at him with faint reproach. "You truly have a terrible taste in humor."
Now she understood why he doted so much on Sparkle—those two were cut from the same cloth.
What should have been a moving act of kindness—helping her heal—was constantly wrapped in teasing mischief. It left her helpless.
Looking at the arm draped around her neck; she even felt the impulse to bite him in retaliation.
Sol took it as praise. "Well, who told you to keep such a calm face all the time? I can't help wanting to see different reactions from you."
He simply couldn't help himself.
If Aha hadn't been born earlier, he might have been the Aeon of Elation himself.
Sparkle recognizing him as a kindred spirit and willingly following him only proved he excelled on the Path of Joy.
"I really might bite you," Acheron muttered, opening her mouth slightly in a mock threat, like an angry little dragon.
He was someone nearing godhood—someone she should admire and revere.
Yet he insisted on teasing her, shattering that lofty image.
It felt intimate… but undeniably exasperating.
"Then I'm coming in?"
Sol narrowed his eyes mischievously, raising two fingers near her lips.
His hyper-advanced brain had informed him that if an Emanator of Nihility bit someone, it would release high-grade pheromones beneficial for mental and physical well-being (for purely academic reasons, of course).
"Mmph."
Acheron shut her mouth tightly and turned her face toward his chest.
She had only been complaining—she never truly intended to bite him.
"Hmm."
Sol clicked his tongue in clear mockery.
"Gnnh…"
Acheron ground her teeth softly, a flicker of irritation rising within her.
Anger surged from her heart, courage following close behind—
She worked herself up… and then immediately lost her nerve.
She truly couldn't bring herself to bite him on the chest. How awkward would that be?
"Alright, enough joking."
Sol patted her head, his tone growing more serious. "Your treatment has been very successful. Your emotional fluctuations are much milder than before. Another nine sessions, and you should be nearly back to normal."
"Really?"
Acheron blinked, doubtful.
Yet… it did seem true.
Earlier at breakfast, one compliment from him had sent her ordering dessert after dessert just to escape her flustered state.
Now she was being held in his arms and could still function.
"That's right. Based on my professional evaluation, I'm one hundred percent certain."
Sol patted her shoulder with an air of authority.
Her eyes flickered. "So, what you said earlier… was partly to test me?"
"Partly." Sol held up his fingers to show a narrow gap. "Mostly because I wanted to see it for myself."
"Oh…"
Even during her days as an Emanator dulled by Nihility, she would have struggled to deal with someone this lively.
Now, with her emotions heightened, she felt almost awed by his bold honesty.
To speak so candidly—how impressive.
Sensing her strength had mostly returned, Sol helped her sit upright. "That concludes today's treatment. Any more, and it could lead to addictive dependency—a condition I might enjoy, but that would trouble you."
Acheron sighed. "You could have left out the second half."
Her mood was complicated; she wasn't sure what to say.
Perhaps she should learn some of Stelle's playful slang to express herself better.
Still, she could feel his care was utterly sincere—transparent, genuine, and unwavering.
"Doctor–patient relationships should be built on total honesty," Sol said with a smile. "Transparency above all."
"Mm…" Her gaze flickered again. "Then next time… when I'm unable to resist, will you kiss me?"
Sol hesitated. "Probably… not?"
He believed his moral restraint could hold.
But reality often ignored personal resolve.
Who knew what unforeseen circumstances might arise?
"…."
Acheron gazed at him, momentarily speechless.
How was she supposed to face someone so sincere—so blazing in his candor?
His divinity was expressed through utterly human desire: complex, frank, and unhidden.
Her brows softened. With a gentleness almost maternal, she spoke as though soothing a child:
"Then let's kiss now, while we're both conscious. And during treatment, you won't kiss me. All right?"
She cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
The overwhelming shyness from before had vanished, replaced by something natural and calm.
"…."
Sol felt her cool, tender lips against his—gentle and exquisite.
But what was with that tone, as if she were coaxing a child?
Before transmigrating, he hadn't even played online games—he certainly hadn't gone around looking for a mother.
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