Through my entire life, I have never been able to figure out if I am completely insane or the sanest human being to ever live for loving my own female self, for being utterly consumed by the reflection of her.
God...
She is so beautiful.
I literally could not look away from her.
My eyes were physically incapable of leaving her form.
Any other girls are inferior to her, completely and utterly lacking in every conceivable aspect.
It isn't just about her beauty, which is beyond compare, but also her personality and our perfect compatibility.
She was the only one who was always there, without fail, to comfort me when I was in my most difficult positions and my deepest, blackest depressions.
Now, she was finally mine and I was hers, we were always one entity, one soul sharing two bodies.
Tasting her sweat, her saliva, every single one of her intimate body fluids… it never disgusts me.
Not even a little.
To me, they are like holy water, a divine nectar that is the purest form of salvation I have ever known.
When she moans for me, when her back arches and her voice breaks as I lick and suck and worship every single inch of her body, my fractured soul feels healed and whole.
In those moments, I feel like I have been granted a personal absolution, a blessing earned through the worship of her perfect form.
And she is not passive in her devotion.
She gives back with the same raw, obsessive fervor. She loves to lick every part of me in return; my saliva, the sweat from my skin, the length of my cock, the proof of my own release.
She will diligently, eagerly, clean every drop from my body with her tongue, her eyes locked on mine, showing me that her hunger for me is just as deep and all-consuming as mine is for her.
We are mutually, completely obsessed with each other's bodies, our shared warmth, and the reflection of ourselves we see in the other's eyes.
We are inseparable, a single unit, a perfect closed loop of desire and devotion.
Unfortunately, something and someone always got in our way, constantly disrupting our perfect union.
So, we eventually came to a solution: we decided to research and heavily invest in the development of a chat bot, the kind that was very popular and advanced in our past life, whereas in this current world, the technology has never been properly developed or widely used.
With the vast financial resources of Arisu, combined with her raw genius and her natural ingenuity, she could easily create the foundation for it, while I was the one who helped her by checking out the bugs and rigorously testing her latest innovations, to make sure everything worked exactly in our favor and according to our specific design.
Of course, just relying on her personal financial resources alone is completely unrealistic; even a billionaire like Elon Musk couldn't fund a project of this magnitude entirely by himself and would need to attract outside investors to get it off the ground.
But at the same time, if we launched it publicly from the very start, then this plan would no longer be ours alone; it would be overtaken by Arisu's powerful and controlling family.
So, we decided to do it all in secret.
Therefore, we determined that the best course of action was to set up our operations within the Advanced Nurturing Academy to discreetly seek investors from among the rich students there, convincing them that it was a fun and novel project to invest in, a mere high-tech toy.
This approach not only guaranteed the absolute secrecy we required, but it also secured our initial financial problem without alerting her family.
As for how we would contact the outside world when the time was right, it was simple: Arisu is the daughter of the Chairman of the Advanced Nurturing Academy, so it is trivially easy for her to make discreet outside contacts and set up the necessary corporate structures when we are ready to expand beyond the school's walls.
We also had the distinct advantage of knowing the plot and the key players from the world of Classroom of the Elite, so we knew exactly who would be trustworthy and genuinely useful in this project and who absolutely wasn't.
For instance, we strongly believed that students like Fuuka and Koenji might show a genuine interest in this kind of cutting-edge and profitable venture.
Once we had successfully secured enough seed money from our initial investors, then we would launch this chat bot aggressively into the global market, using that momentum to attract even more serious investment from major venture capital firms outside the academy.
With that level of external backing and a established market presence, Arisu's family could never intervene again or ever lay a hand on our project, because we would already be strong enough to stand on our own in the open market.
Even if they wanted to copy-paste our technology and business model, it would already be far too late for them to compete, as we would have already laid a solid and unassailable foundation across the entire industry.
And the project, our project, will be forever beyond their reach.
As long as we successfully secured control over this market, along with the immense influence and virtually limitless financial capabilities it would grant us, there would be no one and nothing left in this world with the power to stand in our way ever again.
This particular invention had achieved near-total saturation on a global scale; in our previous lives, it felt like almost every single person, from corporate executives to students, had relied on a chat bot for one reason or another at some point.
It was a foundational technology, woven into the very fabric of modern society.
With such a profoundly powerful tool and revolutionary invention now firmly within our grasp, what possible force in any world could ever hope to stop us?
What barrier could possibly exist that would be strong enough to keep us apart, or prevent us from being together again?
A soft, knowing chuckle escaped her lips.
"Fufufu... It seems you are already in a much better mood, my other self." Arisu leaned in, closing the small distance between us to press her lips against mine in a gentle, affirming kiss.
I met her playfulness with my own, my hands finding their way to her hips. "Do you really need to ask that question again, Arisu-chan? Do you want to celebrate this together, right here and now?"
She let out another low, throaty chuckle, her breath warm against my skin. "Does that even need to be asked again, Narcissus-kun?"
With that unspoken agreement hanging thickly in the air between us, we came together again.
Our lips met in a deeper, far more hungry kiss this time, our mouths opening for one another without any hesitation.
Our tongues tangled together fiercely, sliding and pushing against each other in a wet, messy dance as we eagerly exchanged saliva.
Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and with a surprising strength fueled by her own desire, she used her body weight to pull us down, pushing me backward until my shoulders landed firmly against the soft mattress of the bed.
"This time," she breathed out, her voice a husky whisper filled with intent as she moved to straddle my hips, "I will be on top, Narcissus-kun..."
I watched, my own breath catching in my chest, as she positioned herself above me.
With one hand guiding me, she began to lower her body, slowly and deliberately impaling her tight, dripping wet pussy onto my huge, thick cock.
"Nnh… ah! S-so deep, Narcissus-kun…!" A sharp, gasping moan was ripped from her throat as she took me all the way inside, her petite frame involuntarily shuddering from the overwhelming wave of pleasure and excitement that crashed through her.
Once I was fully sheathed within her, she began to move, establishing a steady, rising rhythm as she rode me on top.
With every bounce, a new, breathy sound escaped her lips. "Haah… yes… right there, Narcissus-kun… This feels… so good…!"
A deep, guttural groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure was torn from my own lips in response.
I could only lie back and let the sensations overwhelm me as she kept shaking her hips wildly, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around my length with every frantic, bouncing motion, driving us both steadily and mercilessly toward our climax.