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Chapter 36: The Surprise [R18]
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 09:55:07 +0000 UTCCreeeak...
The sound of a stiff hinge groaned slowly as Rosy pushed the heavy wooden door inward, revealing a concrete staircase that descended into the dim darkness of a basement. The musty, cold scent of long-undisturbed air immediately hit Owen’s face. It was a familiar smell… the smell of a typical basement.
Owen followed Rosy’s back down, one step at a time. The narrow, steep stairs forced him to be especially careful with his movements. The light from the hallway above gradually faded, leaving only the dim glow of a single old light bulb hanging at the bottom of the stairs, casting their long, distorted shadows on the cold concrete walls.
'What kind of surprise is this? Why is she taking me to the basement?' Owen wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. Maybe it was a storage room filled with Rosy’s old musical equipment, boxes of unused clothes, or mementos from Alicia’s past. It should have been a place filled with the Knightwell family’s memories.
But as he neared the bottom floor… he began to feel that something was wrong.
The musty smell that should have been there was slowly fading, replaced by a strange scent he didn’t recognize… a smell like ozone from high-voltage electricity mixed with a faint chemical odor that stung his nose slightly. The silence that should have been pervasive was broken by the low "hum" of electronic machinery running constantly.
Owen’s heart began to beat erratically. His instincts were screaming, warning him that something was not right.
At the bottom of the stairs, the sight before him made Owen stop dead in his tracks. It wasn't an ordinary wooden door as he had expected, but a heavy, thick door of dark grey steel. It had no knob or keyhole, only a digital keypad glowing with a soft blue light on its side, no different from the door of a vault or an underground bunker.
Owen’s mouth fell slightly open in surprise, his brain trying to process the starkly contradictory image… a warm, modern-style house… with a secret bunker door in the basement? 'There must be something valuable or a very important secret stored behind this door,' he thought. 'Otherwise, why would they go to the trouble of installing a security door like this?'
Rosy glanced back at Owen. Seeing his stunned expression, the corner of her lips curved into a satisfied smile. Her eyes were filled with pride and admiration… not pride in her own home, but pride in the work of the one who created it.
She turned back to the door, her slender fingers gliding over the keypad with a familiarity and confidence that seemed far beyond normal.
Beep... Beep... Beep...
The quiet beeps of the keypad sounded several times, indicating a complex password, before a heavy mechanical sound echoed from within the door…
Click... Hiss~
A sound like a vacuum seal being released came first, before the thick steel door slid smoothly to the side… its fluid movement completely belying what must have been its immense weight, and revealing what lay within…
And in that moment… Owen’s world seemed to stop spinning.
The light that shone out wasn’t the soft yellow of an old bulb, but a brilliant blue and green light emanating from dozens of monitors. Owen stepped into the room slowly, as if mesmerized… and stood frozen in place.
This wasn't a storage room… this was clearly a mad scientist's laboratory!
He scanned the room in utter shock. Several long, stainless-steel tables were arranged chaotically, covered in electronic equipment he had never seen before. There were glass beakers filled with an emerald-green liquid, bubbling away on a heating element clearly modified from an old electric stove. Next to it, an oscilloscope displayed complex and unfamiliar wave signals.
Multicolor wires snaked across the ceiling and walls like a crazed, high-tech spider's web, connecting to several high-performance computers that had been hastily assembled, without even their cases closed. They revealed glowing circuit boards and rapidly spinning cooling fans. Every screen displayed complex data graphs and lines of code that scrolled by endlessly.
Owen’s brain tried to process what he was seeing. The image of the secure storage room he had just imagined shattered in an instant. He couldn't understand or find any connection as to why a seemingly ordinary house would hide a secret laboratory that looked like it was straight out of a sci-fi cyberpunk movie… How was this possible?
He turned to look at Rosy, who was waiting beside him, his eyes full of questions. But before he could say anything, he saw the look in her eyes change… The playfulness was completely gone, replaced by a deep, unsettling pride, confidence, and a sharp intelligence that was almost terrifying…
That was not Rosy’s gaze.
Owen swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine as he realized who was standing in front of him now.
"Iris?..." Owen forced the word from his dry throat.
Seeing Owen’s stunned expression, the woman in Rosy’s body… no… Iris, smiled at him with satisfaction. It was a smile full of superiority and amusement. She spread her arms wide, like an artist about to present her masterpiece, amidst the blue light shining from the computer monitors arranged on the workbench.
“Welcome to my private research lab, my love,” her voice had changed completely. It was no longer Rosy’s bright, husky voice, but a tone that was fluid, powerful, and strangely seductive. “What do you think? Do you like my work?”
She began to lead Owen slowly into the room, her movements elegant and filled with a clear confidence. Owen followed cautiously, his eyes scanning the entire room, which was filled with a chaos that was neatly zoned and organized.
“I know it might look a little messy,” she continued, running her fingertips over a centrifuge that was clearly modified from a washing machine motor. “I had to use whatever materials I could find in this house, at old equipment shops, and order some things online that wouldn't arouse too much suspicion… but it all works according to my calculations.”
Owen, still trying to make sense of the situation, could only follow her in silence. He could see the mad genius in every detail… everything was built sloppily but functioned perfectly. It was proof that its creator didn't care about appearances, only the "result."
“How… how did you do all this?” Owen finally managed to ask.
Iris stopped walking and turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with pride. She gently tapped her temple with a fingertip.
“Have you forgotten, my love? That research facility in the dimensional gate wasn’t just my nest… it was my massive library,” she explained in a flat tone.
“Every time one of my parasite children successfully took over a host’s brain, whether that person was a scientist, an engineer, a skilled technician, or even a janitor… as long as they were successfully connected to my psychic network, their knowledge, memories, and every skill they had accumulated in their lifetime would be automatically uploaded to my databanks, eventually becoming a part of me…”
She gave a smirk that was both beautiful and terrifying.
“Right now… I have the memories and expertise of over three hundred personnel in my head. Building this laboratory was easier than assembling LEGOs. The truly difficult part was finding the necessary materials and equipment,” she chuckled softly, before emphasizing the shocking truth.
“And all of this… took me only one week.”
Those words hammered home a terrifying reality… that the being standing before Owen was not just a powerful Parasite Queen, but a "Super Intelligence" with a vast databank of knowledge beyond his imagination. Her ability to learn and apply was on a truly frightening level.
After Owen had somewhat managed to accept the shocking truth about Iris’s intellect, he asked the most important question, his voice filled with immense curiosity. "So… what did you build all this for?"
Instead of answering directly, Iris gave a knowing smile. Her smile held both the allure of a predator and the satisfaction of a scientist about to unveil her masterpiece. She said, “For ‘you,’ of course, my love~ But explaining with words is boring and doesn't do it justice… Better to see the results of my research with your own eyes.”
Iris snapped her fingers lightly.
Click…
The sound of a relay activating was followed by a strip of LED lights, hidden in the darkest corner of the ceiling, slowly illuminating. A cool, soft white light shone down, bathing a piece of machinery that stood majestically in its glow, and revealing a sight that made Owen stop breathing…
On a complexly designed metal experimentation bed… was the naked body of Talia.
The nurse’s voluptuous body was completely nude and perfectly bound. Her wrists and ankles were locked in black leather restraints, securing her in an exposed and seductive spread-eagle position. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold of pure black silk, as was her mouth, which was gagged with a bright pink silicone ball gag. It pushed her lips slightly apart, revealing only the tip of her moist tongue moving within.
Hfff… Hfff… The sound of her ragged breathing came in rhythmic pants through the small holes of the ball gag.
But what shocked Owen the most was the large robotic arm moving smoothly yet powerfully above her. It was attached to a frame on the ceiling. The end of the arm gripped a massive, horse-sized dildo of pitch-black silicone. It was so realistically crafted that its bulging veins were visible, and it was continuously and relentlessly thrusting in and out of Talia’s swollen, red, and soaking-wet pussy.
Slap Slap
Slap Slap
Thwack Thwack Thwack~
Thwack Thwack Thwack~
Thump Thump Thump~
Mmph Mmph Mmph~
The wet sounds of flesh slapping together synchronized with Talia’s muffled moans.
"Ngh… Nnghh~... Mmmphh!"
Even though she was bound and couldn't see anything, her body was responding to the violation willingly. Her plump hips moved in rhythm, rising to meet the impacts of the giant dildo. Her back arched until her massive breasts trembled. Clear lubricating fluid gushed from her pussy nonstop. Every movement she made indicated an overwhelming pleasure that was pushing her to the brink.
Owen’s eyes widened, his brow twitching violently. He turned to look at Iris with a gaze that screamed, ‘Iris… what the hell… are you doing!?’ And she seemed to understand without him having to speak.
Iris shrugged nonchalantly, as if she were explaining the weather. “It’s just research. Don’t overthink it, my love. I need to collect data on the biological reactions and mana flow levels in an Awakened’s body… in a state of peak physical stimulation, in order to find the most stable baseline for my experiment.”
She glanced at a monitor displaying the brainwaves and heart rate of Talia, which were spiking into a terrifying graph.
“This is all for your own safety in the next phase of the experiment. I’m not doing this for my own amusement at all~” she said in a flat tone, but her eyes sparkled with an unconcealed satisfaction.
Owen could only roll his eyes internally. He didn't believe her nonsense for a second. This was just an excuse she was using to satisfy her own perverted desires in the name of science!
Seeing Owen’s disbelieving and skeptical gaze, Iris chuckled softly. She waved her hand dismissively, as if to brush the scene of Talia from his attention.
"Never mind that for now, my love… The important thing is the ‘result’ of the research."
She led Owen to another workbench that was cleaner and more organized than the others, as if it were an altar for displaying the most important items, and announced in a victorious tone.
“From my research on Talia’s body over the past week… I have finally succeeded… I have discovered a way to turn an ordinary human into an ‘Awakened.’”
Those words were like a bolt of lightning striking Owen’s heart. He stared at her with wide eyes, unable to believe what he had just heard. "You… what did you say?"
“I said, I’ve found a way for someone like you… to become a perfect Awakened,” Iris smiled with satisfaction. She swept her hand over two objects lying on the table.
The first was a “Mana Stone,” an uncut, clear blue crystal the size of a man's fist. It didn't shine but seemed to absorb the light around it, making its center look as dark and deep as outer space. Owen could feel the raw energy vibrating in the air around it, pulsing faintly like a sleeping heart and radiating a subtle coolness.
The second item lay next to it in a sealed cylindrical glass tube. It was a “Mutated Parasite,” a small, silver creature about two inches long, swimming in a clear liquid. Its movements were sharp and filled with an unsettling intelligence, as if it were watching and assessing him from within the tube.
"These are the two keys to evolution," Iris explained. "Pure mana energy from the Mana Stone, and a parasite genetically modified by me specifically for the purpose of awakening… This parasite will act to fuse the mana energy with your cells at the genetic level, without causing your body to go berserk or mutate into a deformed state. It will unlock the potential that lies dormant within you…”
After she finished speaking, she picked up the glass tube containing the parasite. But instead of handing it to him, she walked around the table… slowly approaching Owen. Every step she took was elegant and filled with the authority of a queen approaching her king.
The atmosphere in the room shifted from scientific to a dangerous sensuality. Owen held his breath as her body stopped right in front of him. Her unique, sweet, and alluring scent filled his senses.
Iris used her free hand to slowly lift Owen’s chin. The touch of her fingertips was both soft and firm, impossible for him to resist. She leaned her face close, forcing him to look deep into her eyes… eyes that no longer reflected Rosy, but were as deep as the ocean, filled with fascination, desire, and the power of a creator admiring her own masterpiece.
“And all of this… is just for you, my love~” she whispered huskily, her warm breath caressing his lips.
“So? Are you ready to evolve… and become an Awakened? My king~”
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