POV: HA-JOON — THE REGRESSOR
(LOCATION: PRIVATE VOID-SPACE / STATUS: CAPTIVE.)
I woke up suspended in a vacuum of cold, black mana. This wasn't the school infirmary; it was Seo-jun's private reality—a "Void-Space" penthouse where physics was just a suggestion made by a madman. My wrists were heavy, locked in [DIMENSIONAL RESTRAINTS] that hummed with a low, predatory frequency. Every time I twitched, the black chains sucked a bit of my violet energy, feeding it directly into the room's atmosphere.
"Stop struggling, Bug," Seo-jun's voice came from the darkness. He stepped into the light of a floating data-sphere. He had discarded his blazer; his white shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to reveal the glowing Executioner tattoos on his forearms. He held a ritual blade made of Deletion-Code. "We need to see how much of my frequency your 100th-life soul can conduct before it shatters. Consider this the first audit of your existence."
He didn't wait for my sarcastic comeback. He pressed the blade against the [REBOOT FRACTURE] over my heart. The sensation wasn't just physical pain; it was like a thousand needles of cold logic stitching into my chaotic spirit. I arched my back, a ragged scream catching in my throat.
(SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: CONDUCTIVITY TEST IN PROGRESS. SYNC: 12%... 18%...)
"Is that... all you've got... King?" I wheezed, my vision blurring with violet sparks. My power level was spiking from the trauma. (MANA CAPACITY: 88%... 95%...) "I've been deleted by pros. You're playing... like an amateur."
His eyes went pitch black, the iris vanishing into a yandere void. He dropped the knife. It vanished before it hit the floor. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, and crushed his mouth against mine. This wasn't the desperate kiss from the gym. This was a systematic claiming. He bit my lip until I tasted iron and ozone, his hands bruising my ribs as he pinned me to the obsidian slab.
I didn't just endure it. I thrived on it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into the friction. My nails tore into his shoulders, drawing blood that glowed with black mana.
(NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: ECHO PAIN — DAMAGE REFLECTION.)
The moment he bit down on my neck to leave a permanent mark, I triggered the skill. A massive wave of reflected agony slammed back into him. Seo-jun flinched, his breath hitching as he felt the exact sting and heat he'd just inflicted on me.
He didn't pull away. He let out a dark, maniacal laugh against my skin. "Yes! Reflect it! If I have to feel your agony to own you, then let's burn together. I want every nerve in your body to scream my name. I want you to be so saturated with me that you forget how to exist alone."
The intimacy turned into a brutal struggle for dominance. He marked me, not just with teeth, but with his very essence, forcing his black mana into my violet veins until my HUD was screaming in red warnings.
(WARNING: MANA OVERLOAD. FRACTURE RISK: HIGH.)
Suddenly, a pink-and-white pulse ripped through the Void-Space. The obsidian walls flickered. Gravity inverted, throwing us both toward the ceiling. Ji-soo and Hana. I could feel them through the bond. They were using the Shard to amplify our connection, turning our mutual obsession into a high-voltage battery for the System Collapse.
Seo-jun caught me in mid-air, his grip possessive and crushing. "They think they can harvest us," he hissed, his eyes burning with a lethal light. "They don't realize I'd rather delete this entire dimension than let them have a single pixel of you."
(SYSTEM WARNING: DIMENSIONAL COLLAPSE IMMINENT. FRACTURE: 15%.)
Blackout.