CHAPTER 83: R18 CHAPTER 14.5: THE THING’S WEARING JIN’S FACE PART 2

A/N: Thank you for the golden tickets and powerstones, I prepared a mini R18 Chapter

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[JIN’S POV]

The door to my quarters sealed with a hiss. My legs gave out the moment I was alone, and I collapsed against the wall, the quantum katana clattering beside me on the cold metal floor.

*Finally,* the Entity purred in my mind, its voice like oil sliding over broken glass. *No more pretending for those weaklings.*

"Get out of my head," I growled, pressing my palms against my temples. The pressure did nothing to quiet the voice that had taken root in my consciousness like a cancer.

*I am your head now, boy. I am the strength your bloodline was meant to possess. The first Tsurugi understood this—power through dominance, survival through ruthlessness.*

My reflection stared back from the katana’s blade—eyes that were almost entirely crimson now, with only specks of my original brown remaining like dying embers. My face looked sharper, more angular, like someone had taken a knife to my features and carved away everything soft.

"Asha?" I called out desperately, reaching for the one constant in my life since awakening. "Asha, please. I need help."

Static. Then nothing. The Entity’s influence had grown so strong it was blocking my connection to the AI that lived in my neural network. I was truly alone with this thing.

*She was holding you back anyway,* the Entity whispered. *All that data, all those calculations—what good did they do when your mother died? When your father betrayed everything your family stood for?*

The memory hit in an instant. Mom’s face, the light leaving her eyes, Dad standing in the shadows doing nothing. My fingernails dug into my palms until I felt a warm blood trickle between my fingers.

"I tried!" I said, but even I didn’t believe it.

*You were weak. Pathetic. A child playing with wooden swords while real killers came for your family.*

I slammed my fist into the wall, leaving a dent in the reinforced steel. The pain felt good, real, something other than the constant war in my head.

"I was thirteen!"

*Age is no excuse for weakness. The first Tsurugi killed his first enemy at seven. By thirteen, he had already claimed a hundred lives in defense of his clan.*

"That’s not who I want to be!"

*It’s who you must be. This world doesn’t care about your feelings. It only respects strength.*

A soft knock at my door made me freeze. "Jin-sama?" Shūmei’s voice, silk and honey. "May I come in?"

"Go away," I managed, my voice cracking. "I’m not... I’m not safe to be around right now."

"I know," she said simply. "That’s why I’m here."

The door’s lock disengaged—how did she override it?—and she slipped inside like smoke. Before I could protest, she’d locked it again from the inside, sealing us both in my quarters.

"Shūmei, you need to leave. Now." I backed away from her, but there wasn’t far to go in the small room. "The thing inside me, it’s getting stronger. I might hurt you."

She moved closer, her crimson eyes reflecting my own transformed gaze. "You could never hurt me, Jin-sama. We’re bound, remember? Blood to blood, soul to soul."

"That was just a childhood game—"

"It was a promise." She was close enough now that I could smell her jasmine fragrance. "You swore to protect me. I swore to protect you. Forever."

My back hit the wall. There was nowhere left to retreat. "I can’t protect anyone anymore. I can’t even protect myself from this... this thing inside me."

Her delicate hand came up to cup my cheek, and I flinched at how cold her skin was. Or maybe I was burning up. It was getting hard to tell.

"Tell me," she whispered. "Tell me what’s happening."

The dam broke. Words spilled out of me in a torrent—the recovered memories, my mother’s murder, my father’s betrayal. How the government agents had executed her for refusing to hand over the Phoenix Protocol research. How my father had given them the security codes, thinking they’d spare her.

"He traded her life for nothing," I sobbed, and I didn’t even care that I was crying. "She died protecting me, protecting the research, and he just... he just let them do it."

Shūmei pulled me down until we were both sitting on the floor, my head in her lap. Her fingers ran through my hair with practiced gentleness, like she’d done this a thousand times before.

"Your mother was strong," she said softly. "She died with honor, protecting what she loved. Your father was weak. He chose his own survival over her loyalty to your mother."

"I should have done something. Should have been stronger."

"You were a child."

"So were you when your parents died," I shot back, looking up at her through blurred vision. "But you didn’t fall apart."

Something flickered in her eyes—pain, maybe, or something darker. "I didn’t stay perfect, Jin-sama. I became empty. Hollow. Until you filled that void with your kindness."

She leaned down, and suddenly her face was inches from mine. "You gave me purpose when I had none. You showed me warmth when my world was nothing but cold. Let me return that gift now."

Her lips brushed against my forehead, soft as butterfly wings. The simple touch sent electricity through my entire body, and for a moment—just a moment—the Entity’s voice went quiet.

Her lips moved lower, pressing against my temple, my cheek. Each kiss felt like a small rebellion against the thing trying to consume me. My hands came up almost involuntarily, tangling in her long black hair.

"Shūmei..."

"Shh." She shifted, and suddenly she was straddling my lap. "Let me take care of you, Jin-sama."

Her hands were on my chest now, and I could feel my heart hammering against my ribs. Every point of contact between us felt electric, like touching a live wire. The Entity stirred, but it wasn’t rage this time, it was hungry in a different way.

*Take her,* it whispered. *She offers herself freely. Make her yours completely.*

"No," I gritted out, but my hands were already on her waist, pulling her closer. "This isn’t right. You’re my cousin—"

"Distant cousin," she corrected, her breath hot against my ear. "And bloodlines mean nothing in this dead world. We make our own rules now."

She kissed me then, and it wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, hungry, like she was trying to devour my pain. I kissed her back with equal strength, tasting her lips, feeling the Entity surge with dark satisfaction.

**[ENTITY SYNCHRONIZATION: 59% → 62%]**

Her hands were everywhere—in my hair, on my chest. My own hands moved without conscious thought, sliding up her back, feeling the delicate bones of her spine through the thin silk of her top. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, a stark contrast to her normally cool skin.

"I’ve wanted this for so long," she whispered against my mouth. "Even as children, I knew you were mine. That we were meant to be together."

"Shūmei—"

She silenced me with another kiss, this one deeper, more demanding. Her jacket slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. My fingers traced her collarbone, and she shivered.

"Touch me," she breathed. "Make me feel alive, Jin-sama. Make us both feel alive."

The Entity roared its approval as my hands moved lower, but something—some last vestige of the real me—screamed in protest. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t who I was. Using Shūmei’s feelings, taking advantage of her devotion while I was not myself—

Shūmei began to move against me, her hips grinding slowly in my lap. I could feel the heat of her through our clothes, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. My hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them through the thin fabric. Her nipples hardened instantly under my touch, and she gasped, arching into my hands.

"Jin-sama," she moaned, her head falling back. "Yes... just like that."

My thumbs brushed against her nipples, and she cried out softly, her body trembling against mine. I could feel myself growing hard beneath her, my crotch pressing against her as she continued to move against me. The Entity’s presence grew stronger, feeding off our shared desire.

*Take what she offers,* it whispered. *Make her yours completely.*

Shūmei’s hands moved to the ties of her top, her fingers deftly loosening the knot. The fabric began to slip, revealing more of her pale skin. My mouth went dry as I watched, my body responding even as my mind screamed in protest.

"Stop," I gasped, grabbing her wrists as her hands moved to the ties of her top. "We can’t. I can’t."

"Why?" Her crimson eyes blazed with frustration and need. "I’m offering everything. My body, my soul, my eternal loyalty. Why do you refuse me?"

"Because I’m not myself right now," I said, and it took every ounce of willpower I had left. "The thing inside me, it wants this. It wants to own you, possess you. And if we do this now, it won’t be me making love to you. It’ll be that thing wearing my face."

She studied me for a long moment, then slowly, reluctantly, pulled back. The loss of contact felt like losing a limb.

"You’re still there," she said wonderingly. "The real Jin."

"It’s getting stronger every hour. Soon there won’t be anything left of me to save."

She stood, adjusting her top with graceful movements. "Then I’ll wait. Jin-sama—I’ll be here. Ready to give you everything."

She moved to the door, then paused. "But know this—even if the Entity wins, even if you become something else, I will still be yours. In this life and whatever comes after."

The door sealed behind her, leaving me alone with my demons again. The Entity stirred, frustrated but also satisfied by the progress we’d made.

*She’s perfect for us,* it mused. *Completely devoted. She’d help us conquer this entire world if we asked.*

"She deserves better than a monster," I said to the empty room.

*Then stop fighting me. Embrace my power. Together, we could give her everything—power, safety, a world where no one could ever hurt her again.*

I closed my eyes, feeling the Entity’s synchronization tick up another percentage point. The memory of Shūmei’s body against mine, the feel of her nipples under my thumbs, the heat between her legs as she moved against me—all of it warred with the knowledge that I was losing myself.

**[ENTITY SYNCHRONIZATION: 62% → 64%]**