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Kapitel 8: Vivian Wright (Part-05)

*Sip

After bathing, we went to an office room. There I was served a hot soup. So, I am currently sipping it.

By the way, I am currently wearing a white apron. It was big enough to hide all of my body parts. I am still naked inside the apron though. But at least, my body can be easily seen by others.

Vivan-san is currently working on some papers. She is talking to her fellow scientists while filling the papers in another room.

"They're having a heated conversation." A curly-haired guy said as he came out of the room. He is also one of the scientists who works here. He looks like he is in his late twenties. He looks like those science freaks. But when you look at his face from close, he surely is kind of handsome.

"Are you not going to join?"

"Nah… There's no way, I will be able to keep up with them." He admitted. "Besides, I am much more interested in you."

He looked at me with a curious gaze.

"I am sorry. I am not into guys." I rejected it straightly.

"Wait, I did not say it like that." His face became a bit red. "Well, it did sound like I was proposing."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Well, I want to ask you about your physical condition. How do you feel about having two genital?" He asked straightly.

Somebody said it right. Scientists don't have shame.

"Well, it feels kinda weird. It feels like I have lost something valuable. Yet, I gained something in return."

"I see!" He was taking the note. "While peeing, from which genital does it come out?"

"I don't know. I haven't peed."

"After Woking up, do you find guys a bit more attractive than they used to be?" He asked me what do I think about guys.

If I have to answer him currently. It would be yes.

"If I have to answer you truthfully, it would be yes." I answered. "Before, I have never tried to notice simple details about guys. But now, I kinda do. It might be because I am kind of free right now. But I do think they have become a bit attractive in my eyes. Not like I care. I am still into girls and I will always be."

He didn't answer. He just noted it down.

"Do you think you want to marry me?"

"Hell na." I answered straightforward way.

"Hahahaha, I was joking." He laughed. "But in my opinion, you have drastically changed. You can now be considered one of the most beautiful girls alive. But even one year ago, you used to be a simple guy."

"If you're so interested in it, why don't you become a futanari yourself?" I tease him.

"Nah.." he seemed too uninterested. "My girlfriend wouldn't allow me to."

"You do have a girlfriend! It's surprising."

"What were your impressions of me?" He asked me with a keen eye.

"I thought you were a science freak who just didn't get time to spend with a girl."

"Well, that's not exactly wrong too. But my girlfriend is a good girl. We've been childhood friends and she accepted a creepy guy like me. To be honest, in a sense, I am lucky." He had a happy smile on his face.

"Childhood friends, huh."

To be honest, he looked really happy when he talked about his girlfriend. Maybe this is what we call love. Just remembering her face would give you an insanely happy feeling. I bet the same goes the his girlfriend too. Otherwise, he couldn't be this happy.

I have always heard that God has created people as a pair. When you're with your other half, you will be really happy. Her memories are enough to make you happy even on the battlefield.

In my case, I might've been created single. Because there's no way I would get a partner with this body. There's no way a person would accept me as I am.

Besides, I don't even know how my life is going to be from now on. I might die tomorrow. It's not entirely impossible. I have already sold myself. They have every right to kill me and sell my organs.

Or I might become a prostitute in some kind of low-class brothel. Looking for customers. To be honest, I have accepted my fate already. If my life can make my own sister's life better, I am more than happy.

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"Shion woke up."

"Umm?"

"It's already been five hours."

Before I knew it, I was woken up by Vivian-san. I don't remember when, but before I knew it, I had taken a sleep.

"I am sorry, suddenly…."

My words were interrupted by Vivian-san.

"You don't have to worry, honey. I know your physical condition very well. It must have been hard for you to stay awake even though you were weak." She informed me. "To be honest, I should've been the one to apologize. Before I knew it, I was engrossed into a conversation."

"It's okay, you've been doing your job."

"I understand. " She nodded. "We should go, honey. It's already too late. I have taken care of your papers. From now on, we are officially a mother and daughter. Also, you're forbidden to call me Vivian-san anymore. You have to properly call me mom or mama."

"Mama!"

"Yes." She had a satisfied smile on her face. "I am your mom after all."

"I understand." I nodded. "I will call you Mama from now on."

"Yeah, honey." She smiled. "Now we should go. You're too weak to stay awake for a long time. You have to eat something before going to sleep once again."

"Umm, I understand." I nodded.

To be honest, I feel too weak right now. As if I can't stand up properly. Vivian-san, I mean mother, supported me and took me to the underground. There was a car ready for us. After entering the car, I realized, we were in the nearby hotel.


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