Reincarnated as a Mushroom?

The rest of the day dissolved in a haze after our appointment — a blissful blur of skin, sweat, and the kind of reward postponement that left one goddess pouting and another completely satisfied. Kimchi's promised indulgence had been deferred — for reasons both strategic and erotic — in favor of spending several hours making love to her, slow and thorough, until we collapsed in the tangled architecture of our mutual exhaustion.

Morning came like a whisper through silk.

And at the edge of the bed, perched like a particularly smug dream, sat Sophia. Smiling.

Her presence was always unexpected, even when anticipated. The sheer smugness of her expression made it clear she'd been sitting there for some time, watching me sleep like some doting horror movie waifu.

Untangling myself from Kimchi's limbs — a process not unlike escaping a particularly needy kraken — I slipped free of her psychic clinginess and rose without waking her.

Sophia followed me silently as we padded out of the bedroom and into the living room, our feet making soft sounds against the cool floor.

"So," I began, giving her a look. "I take it Crystal's biomass was helpful?"

Sophia said nothing. Instead, she smiled wider. Then changed.

Her skin rippled, shimmered — and then ruptured, in a beautiful, horrifying way. Her body began to grow, joints cracking with wet, juicy precision as she expanded two full heads taller than me. Her negligee disintegrated into shreds around her thickening frame.

Hair sucked itself into her skull. Facial features receded and warped, forming the sleek, faceted structure of hive bio-form armor — all cruel angles and alien perfection.

It was menacing.

It was gorgeous.

Despite the intimidating restructuring, Sophia retained her feminine aesthetic — on purpose. Her breasts, now clad in textured chitin with bioluminescent ridges, looked like upgraded exocrine gear straight from Kimchi's playbook. Only… these were undeniably hot instead of utilitarian. Beneath that, her torso was reinforced in glossy plates — protective, but thinner than typical elite soldier class. I knew why. This form was a last resort. Her trump card.

I circled her slowly, eyes scanning every crevice and contour like a forensic pathologist with a fetish.

Thick ass.

Bigger wings.

God-tier hover capabilities.

She answered my unspoken awe by giving those wings a little flutter, immediately flinging several unfortunate decorative items across the room like projectiles. The air pressure shifted. The hover effect lifted her slightly, giving me an uninterrupted view of her lower anatomy — and in this form, that "cave" was no less inviting than in her fleshier model.

Sophia noticed my stare. Blushed — though the chitin helped mask it. Her clawed feet clicked softly against the floor as she landed.

"So," she asked, her voice now a rough, sultry vibration. "Do you like it?"

I didn't respond with words.

I stepped forward, grabbed her armored shoulders, and pulled her down to eye level before plunging my tongue into her mouth — carefully dancing around her predator-tier teeth. She responded with immediate heat, her tongue extending in a long, serpentine coil, wrapping around mine like she wanted to possess my taste.

The kiss was intense. Chemical. Almost too much.

But I remembered the walking embodiment of jealousy snoring upstairs and broke contact earlier than either of us liked.

"You look beautiful," I whispered, still caressing her chitinous jawline. "Just like every other form you wield in the hive."

It wasn't just flattery.

To praise her forms was to praise her core identity. Hive logic. Sophia didn't always feel as integrated as the others, but in my eyes, she was just as much part of this mad, flesh-devouring family. And she needed to hear it.

Her entire body practically radiated affection.

With a slow exhale, she began morphing back into her infiltrator form — this time without the messy biomass ejections she used to suffer from. Crystal's gift had fixed her instability.

She sank into the couch as her final features settled. And not a moment too soon.

The elevator pinged.

Elias entered the room with the air of a man stepping into a cathedral — reverent, upright, painfully formal. He spotted Sophia immediately. Despite her fully clothed status, his eyes flicked to the pile of shredded negligee on the floor… and then directly to the ceiling as he snapped his gaze upward, refusing to even accidentally catch a peek.

Embarrassed by fabric. Yep, no threat at all.

"Good morning, Lady Sophia," Elias said with the trembling optimism of a whipped dog. "I've missed cooking for you these last few days—heeIGH!"

Sophia tilted her head, equal parts amused and predator. "Good morning, Elias. I trust you've been keeping my paramour well-fed and hydrated during my absence?"

Elias stiffened like a schoolboy caught eyeing porn. "Of course, my lady. I give each day my full effort — even with your paramour's… extra female guests."

He definitely thought that line would get me into trouble. He didn't understand how anything worked here.

Sophia let out a melodic laugh, utterly unfazed. "Good. They'll need every drop of energy if the rumors of my darling's stamina are accurate."

Her attention pivoted back to me with a feline smirk. I patted the couch and she slid next to me effortlessly.

"Let me guess," I whispered. "Onyx has been in your head again while you were plugged into the nest pod?"

Sophia smirked and nodded. "I am tormented by whispers, my sweet. Perhaps later you should ride the monster form and silence them."

I grinned. "You're on."

Elias, meanwhile, was having an emotional breakdown in the kitchen, trying to convince himself that he was the better match for Lady Sophia. Poor bastard still thought we were in a high school anime.

Meanwhile, Sophia and I were flirting like drunken gods. Midway through breakfast, Kimchi waddled into the room with the groggy energy of someone who had slept like a corpse and awakened horny.

She didn't say anything.

Just climbed onto my lap like I was her favorite chair and started eating my food.

Sophia didn't bat an eye. "Elias!"

"Yes, my lady?" came the voice from the kitchen, followed by the sound of clanging pans and emotional damage.

"My sister has worked up a fearsome appetite after thoroughly pleasing my paramour. Please prepare two extra servings of breakfast before the boy gets drained into unconsciousness."

"Of course, my lady," Elias replied with commendable professionalism.

Inside his head, though?

"SHE FUCKS HER OWN SISTER WITH HIM. THIS GUY GETS EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING I DREAMED OF. FUCK!"

The kitchen noises grew louder. More aggressive. Like he was trying to knead his sorrow into the dough.

We finished eating — with Kimchi occasionally stealing bits from Sophia's plate out of sheer spite — when the elevator dinged again.

Ronnie walked in.

I waved without looking. "Ronnie, my man! Long time no bro. You surviving the estrogen warzone alright?"

Ronnie looked thrilled to be acknowledged, but he came with purpose. "I'm doing well, thank you for asking, Apollo — erm, Irvine. Mother, may I have a word?"

Sophia didn't move from her regal sprawl on the couch. "Speak, child. But know that if I must stand, someone will suffer."

Ronnie gulped hard. "A noble of high standing has arrived at the club entrance. They're not on our conversion list. They're waiting with an armed escort."

Sophia tilted her head like a cat hearing an unexpected bird outside the window. "Oh? And tell me, darling. Which insect wishes to die this day?"

Ronnie held up a slip of paper. "It's… Kathrine Hyllus."

pfffffffffft

I spat out my drink like a goddamn cartoon character. Right across Kimchi's face. Mid-sip. Zero warning.

I opened my mouth to apologize — but she was already flushed and panting. Being spat on apparently hit a button.

Of course it did.

"Kathrine?" Sophia purred. "Judging by your reaction, this was… not entirely unpredictable."

"She blew me," I said casually. "But I didn't think that warranted a next-day visit."

Kimchi growled low — almost moved — but I raised a finger.

"Fifteen minutes."

She settled, annoyed but obedient.

Sophia arched an elegant brow. "Payment for classified data, I assume?"

"Exactly. She gave us a key piece of intel, and apparently decided that swallowing was the preferred transaction medium."

Sophia nodded thoughtfully. "I've heard of such customs. Never understood the appeal until my cravings awoke."

She stood, stretching like a predator limbering for a hunt. "Well. Let's get dressed and see what the red-haired harlot wants from our domain."

I threw on my favorite jacket and some casual gear. Sophia chose something casual-glamorous — that "I could kill you or kiss you" aesthetic she wore so well.

Kimchi was grounded to the apartment. Just in case.

As Sophia and I stood outside the VIP suite door, I glanced at her with a smirk.

"Ready?"

"Always."

Time to see why the crimson blowjob courier came calling.

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