Inside Arkride Solutions Office, Van sighed and leaned against his seat, stretching his arms as he did his best to stifle a yawn. Another day of 4spgs was completed, and they were pretty damn exhausting. The Spriggan and his part-timers ran around the capital of Edith for over two hours for a cyber-terrorist who was stealing information from the police and CID and spent an hour trying to pinpoint their location before spending half an hour chasing and capturing them.
It was one of the most exhausting and irritating commissions they had done. If it weren't for his tech-savvy part-timers, who knows how long it would have taken them to capture the culprit!
Good thing Renne Bright gave them her assistance after Agnes asked for help. Risette and Quatre were good, but Renne was a complete genius when it came to hacking, managing to trace the cyber-terrorist with the service courier and researcher's help. The dark-haired man felt a little worried when even the purplette admitted that their target was an incredibly skilled hacker.
Coming from Renne, that was high praise and a grim confession of sorts.
Van shook his head, banishing the unwanted thoughts that plagued his mind. There was no point in troubling himself when the problem has been health with.
The sweets-loving fixer yawned and rubbed his eyes. Maybe he should look into Agnes' request before he goes to bed. Aidios knows that it's the longest 4spg he has been doing ever since she came to him for help.
Opening his orbal laptop, the Spriggan opened the "KITTY" search engine as he began typing in keywords that might be related to the Genesis. Each time he typed and entered a term that came to mind, he was greeted by the "No Results Found" window.
Van grunted in frustration before typing a few more sets of words. After what felt like an eternity, the man finally stumbled upon some info. However...
The title of the window was quite vague.
[ANIMA TAUSH]
Well... The title looks promising at least. Since it was a hit, it must be a potential lead, Van reasoned. The Spriggan would soon learn what it was as he clicked on the tab.
His screen flickered before a blinding flash obscured his vision. Soon, Van felt an irresistible drowsiness wash over him, last remembering how his head slammed on his desk.
From within his slumber, the sweets-loving fixer heard a ringing from afar. The sound gradually became louder and more annoying. It kept on repeating a tune as if it was an alarm clock—
Wait... He doesn't own an alarm clock.
Groggily, his hand reached forward in the direction of the beeping noise before slamming a fist directly at it. The sound of the alarm stopped. It has been successfully snoozed. A groan... unlike his own escaped his lips as the man stirred in his sleep. Why the hell would he listen to an alarm? He'll wake up and do work on his own terms.
Van breathed softly as he ran his hand through his hair.
"...?"
His hair wasn't this long, was it? It had never been smooth too, silky smooth... This slightly roused him awake but not enough for him to awaken from his sleep. Van stirred and turn, placing a hand on his chest.
BOING
Okay, this was getting too weird. How in the world did his pecs get this soft? Van furrowed a brow, both hands now resting on his chest.
BOING
"...Ah...~"
A feminine moan parted from his lips as the "man" turned to the other side of the bed once more. Van started to get uncomfortable for some reason, his face and the inside of his body getting hot. He panted under his breath, soft thighs rubbing against each other.
"?!"
His eyes shot wide open upon feelings and realizing the absence of his precious junior. Van jerked himself upright as he felt his chest jiggle.
"H-Huh?! What the hell?!" He exclaimed before slapping a hand over his mouth. T-That was not his voice!
The Spriggan soon noticed he was not in his room.
Panicking eyes darted around the room as they widened. His heart dropped when he wasn't greeted by the familiar walls and furniture of his bedroom. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of the interior of Aramis' dorm rooms. Despite dropping out, he vividly remembered the design. However, the room he was in was a little bigger than the one he had back then.
"Why am I back here?" As those words left his lips, Van grabbed his throat, surprised and a little disturbed.
It was feminine, soft, and somewhat sultry... No, perhaps it was more accurate to say his voice held a singsong tone that fits a certain teasing kitty. His breath became ragged as he felt the foreign softness on his chest jiggle with every breath he took. He stopped, cheeks flushed as he dipped his head down.
He gasped in horror to see breasts sticking out his chest, cleavage that was exposed due to one of the buttons of the shirt he now wore being undone. His pants were nowhere to be found, only a black skirt and tights covering his lower half.
The "man" blushed, realizing that he had rubbed his now thick thighs earlier. O-One last test... His hand reached under the skirt and rubbed his crotch. The man could almost feel his soul leaving his body when his 'stun caliber' felt flat and... non-existent.
Van let his head fall back onto the pillow as purple hair fell on his face. The Spriggan grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. The hair, the clothes, and the voice all but confirmed it.
"Renne..." Van groaned the name in the young lady's voice. "Was it because of the article I clicked last night? How's that even possible..."
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