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"Speech"
Time*
Chapter 50: That's A BIG NO
A few hours later*
Finalizing... Idle S9Monster survived for 51 years.
Idle S9Monster brought back the Sefirot: Knowledge Moor.
Acting Progress... 100%. 3x Boost in effect... 100%.
Well, this is both good and bad.
Good, because I've finally reached 100% with Sequence 9: Monster of the Wheel of Fortune Pathway. I can feel the difference instantly—my abilities as a Monster are significantly more potent now, far sharper and more instinctual than they were before.
Bad, because now I must contend with the influence of six Sefirot, each subtly or not so subtly pressing their weight against my very existence. Their presence is impossible to ignore. Some are overt in their effects, dragging my mind toward chaos or clarity, while others creep in silently, like whispers threading through my thoughts when I least expect it.
There is no doubt that Sefirot: Knowledge Moor will be a problem. Just like Sefirot: City of Calamity, its influence feels dangerous and insidious in a way that promises unraveling if I'm not careful. The way it beckons toward absolute comprehension is tempting, but I know better. Knowledge has a price.
I switch to the Triple Pathways: Fool, Error, and Door.
Pulling a coin from my pocket, I flick it into the air with a practiced motion, entering Cogitation even as it spins. My eyes shift into Spirit Vision, locking onto the glimmer of Spirituality I had infused into the coin. The world around me blurs and dims, the background fading into something soft and distant, while the spiritual threads around the coin blaze bright and intricate.
Would it be a good time to visit Momoyo now?
I repeat the question seven times in my mind as the coin flips steadily through the air, catching glints of lamplight with each turn. With precise timing, I reach out and snatch it mid-air just as the seventh repetition fades from my thoughts.
I open my hand.
Heads. A positive result.
A quiet breath escapes me—relief, maybe, or just confirmation. I slip the coin back into my pocket.
I make my way toward Momoyo's bedroom, the hallway dim and silent save for the soft creak of the old floorboards beneath my steps. The night's tension begins to unwind from my shoulders. I've done enough for now.
As for the Sefirot: Knowledge Moor, that can wait until morning.
From what little I've already observed, attempting to engage with that Sefirot at this hour would be reckless. Its influence isn't chaotic like the City of Calamity, but it's no less dangerous. It tempts the mind with its siren call of understanding, drawing you deeper with each passing second, demanding obsessive focus. A single misstep, a moment of surrender to its logic, and I'd lose hours, if not more, chasing answers I shouldn't be seeking. Not now.
Worse, I'd be forcing Momoyo to wait on me again. And this time, I know she wouldn't keep her annoyance buried. I've already seen too many future routes where her patience thins to a brittle thread, her frustration surfacing in quiet, cutting remarks or sharp silences. I've put her through enough tonight with the adventuring of the Cards of Blasphemy; there is no need to test her limits again.
Tomorrow. I'll deal with the Knowledge Moor with a clear mind and stronger resolve.
Tonight, I return to her side.
20 minutes later*
"What do you mean you have no idea what to do, other than needing to be naked?" I stare at Momoyo, stunned, as she drops that bombshell with all the subtlety of a collapsing building.
She huffs, folding her arms underneath her chest—an action that, unfortunately, makes it extremely difficult for me to keep my eyes where they should be.
"Hey! It's not my fault!" Momoyo snaps defensively. "Every time I get my hands on something related to sex, someone ends up showing up and snatching it away! Like the universe has it out for me!"
She's not even exaggerating. Given the kind of reality-bending interference I deal with daily, it's likely that something or someone has been tampering with her chances to learn even the basics. Still, the situation is... surreal.
I'm left speechless, blinking slowly as I process what she just said. In hindsight, I may have made a few assumptions about Momoyo—assumptions that, evidently, were way off. Most of the future routes I checked focused on the middle or end of these kinds of events, not the beginnings. Back then, I wasn't particularly interested in the early stages. That was a mistake. A glaring oversight. Another detail I'll have to correct going forward.
And then it hits me. I've forgotten something fundamental, clearly laid out in the original novel.
The acting method for Sequence 9: Seer.
A Seer must approach fate with reverence. It's not just about interpreting omens or guiding others—it's about doing so with humility. The moment ego, arrogance, or blind faith in one's interpretations creeps in, a Seer begins to stray from the path. Divination isn't omnipotent. It never has been. It offers glimpses, not guarantees.
I've gotten too used to relying on my abilities without question. Too focused on outcomes, not the process. Tonight is a reminder—a pointed one, delivered not through fate, but through a woman standing in front of me, arms crossed, eyes flaring with righteous frustration, and... absolutely no idea how to initiate anything sex beyond "be naked."
Honestly, that might be Fates' sense of humor at work.
It's no wonder I haven't made much progress in controlling the madness within me.
I haven't truly begun acting—not in the way the Pathways demand. The only real attempt I've made was with Sequence 9: Sleepless of the Darkness Pathway, and even then, it was short-lived.
Sure, the Cards of Blasphemy simulate the experience through texts. The adventuring system helps me progress, but that's all it is—progress without growth. End results without the journey. There's no struggle, no understanding, no reflection. Just level-ups. They don't teach me the core principles of the Pathways—the ethos, the mindset, the identity required to walk them properly.
Without acting, I'm merely a vessel, not a practitioner. No wonder the madness claws at the edges of my mind like a caged beast.
Momoyo fidgets, shifting where she stands, her posture uncharacteristically hesitant. "So... now what?" She is looking at me with wide, almost childlike eyes. Innocent. Vulnerable. Eyes that shouldn't exist on someone like her in a moment like this.
It feels wrong. Not morally—she's willing, that much is obvious, but narratively. Disjointed. Her canon counterpart from the series? She would've known exactly what sex is, how it works. How to take control of the situation. But this Momoyo—my Momoyo—has lived a different life. Shaped by events, restrictions, and likely interference, I'm only now starting to notice.
I sigh quietly and run a hand through my hair.
"Okay. I will, uh... teach you." I say, choosing my words carefully. "But bear with me—it's going to be a bit of a pain at first. Still... you'll enjoy it afterward."
She gives a small nod, cheeks tinged red.
I fight the overwhelming urge to go find Tesshin and challenge the old man to a duel—preferably one involving blunt objects and no rules. He could've hired a female tutor. Someone competent. Someone who could've sat Momoyo down and had a frank, informative discussion about sex, intimacy, and human relationships.
But no.. Of course not. Instead, here we are.
Just the two of us.
On the edge of something awkward, raw, and weirdly honest.
"Wait, why are you even blushing if you don't know what's going on?" I noticed a tiny yet important detail about Momoyo.
"I'm blushing?" Momoyo touched her cheeks, her expression a mixture of confusion and surprise.
"You know what? Never mind. Let's try something easy..." I say, stepping closer.
I lean in and kiss her gently. Her eyes widen in shock, then flutter shut as her body tenses beneath my touch. Carefully, I begin to explore, my hands moving to her breasts.
Almost immediately, I feel her nipples harden beneath my fingertips. Her breathing deepens, slow and uneven, and a flush spreads across her face.
When I pull back, Momoyo's eyes meet mine, wide with confusion, but also something darker, a subtle hunger simmering beneath the surface.
I place the tip of my dick against her wet pussy, feeling the warmth and slickness beneath me. But as I tried to push inside, I immediately hit resistance, as if an invisible wall was blocking me.
I take a step back, and Momoyo's confusion grows, her eyes flickering between curiosity and concern as she watches me hesitate.
"Hold up." I say softly, crouching down for a better look.
Carefully, I spread her folds with my fingers, eliciting a soft moan from Momoyo as her body trembles.
"Eh?" I mutter under my breath, attempting to slide my right index finger inside, but the walls of her pussy resist firmly, pressing tightly against each other.
"So—something wrong, Chikao?" Momoyo asks cautiously, her voice gentle but tinged with a quiet eagerness, as if urging me to keep going despite the pause.
"Uh, somewhat. Hey, Momoyo, lean against the wall for me for a second. Make sure to spread your legs with your back turned to me." I said, trying to keep my tone calm.
Momoyo blinked in surprise but nodded, walking over to the nearest wall. She placed both hands against it, arching her back slightly and spreading her legs, presenting herself to me.
"Like this?" She glanced over her shoulder, eyes searching mine.
"Yeah, stay like that for me." I replied.
I moved up behind her, positioning myself carefully. With slow determination, I tried to push my dick inside again.
But once more, it felt impossible—like a barrier refused to give way.
I pressed harder, the angle forcing my cock into an uncomfortable angle.
Thinking about it for a second, I did something I knew would be stupid and crazy, but also just very shameful if anyone knew.
Tapping into the Error's Uniqueness, I focused on whatever unseen force prevented further progress. I reached for it, not physically, to Steal whatever blocking me from fucking Momoyo and once I did, I quickly shove my dick inside, and this time, I succeed as Momoyo grasp in pain and pleasure. While I feel her pussy being very tight.
For a brief moment, I am in heaven. But just as quickly, my Spirituality screamed a warning, extreme danger and I quickly take out my dick as I see a trial of blood from Momoyo's pussy and to my disbelief. The danger I sensed disappeared.
Baffled by this, I push my dick back inside Momoyo, who gasp once more as she begin moaning my name as I reach deep into her and once again my Spirituality is warning of a great danger. Making me stop and pull out.
"W-Why did you pull out...?" Momoyo looked at me, her voice fragile, the corners of her eyes tearing up.
I didn't answer immediately. I studied her face—her flushed cheeks, the vulnerability hidden behind her usual confidence.
"Just... thinking about something." I murmured, my voice low. "Momoyo, you weren't planning something, were you?"
Her expression flickered—just for a moment. Surprise, maybe. Guilt? It was gone too fast to be sure.
I narrowed my eyes, not in anger, but with quiet scrutiny. "Because something's off. I keep feeling it. That... something's not right."
She looked away, biting her lip, her breath trembling. "What do you mean?"
"Momoyo..." I lower my voice in warning.
"O-Okay... I was thinking maybe I should do the same to you, since if this feels good to me, maybe I could do the same to you?" Momoyo confesses.
"No." I flat-out refuse instantly. "I'll explain more in words than in action now."
Fuck, no wonder my Spirituality was warning me like crazy. Not because I stole whatever was stopping me from claiming Momoyo's chastity, but she was planning on pegging me. Like hell she will!