Chapter 48
Chapter 48: A Major Life Crisis
First, Funis wanted to clarify something.
Dream demons, as a type of lesser demon, fundamentally didn’t need to eat. They converted absorbed emotions into a special energy called “magic power” for survival. The efficiency of ingesting material substances and converting them to energy was very low. Mimicking humans’ daily meals was more like an individual preference or life pleasure.
But dream demons weren’t entirely energy beings either—they had substantial flesh bodies, and material loss and replenishment couldn’t be avoided. “Magic power” was special in that it would convert as needed into whatever substance the individual lacked, with excess converting back to “magic power” for continued storage, leaving no surplus material waste.
Even harmful substances produced through blood circulation or inadvertently absorbed from the environment would be captured and digested by a special organ called “dream bubbles” and converted into various negative emotions. These were a type of weapon dream demons used for mental attacks, implanted into human dreams to make them sad, irritated, or even insane.
Simply put, dream demons fundamentally didn’t engage in the filthy behavior of excretion.
So there was no such thing as incontinence.
As for why Funis habitually replenished water, it was only because losing large amounts of water at once would trigger the dream demon body’s self-protection mechanism. When extremely lacking in a certain substance, it would directly absorb and replenish ingested materials, temporarily skipping the inefficient two-way conversion process.
So why was Funis constantly triggering this emergency-like self-protection mechanism?
Because of her damned sensitive constitution!
During her exploration of the room, her feet had touched the ground. When she heard footsteps and quickly climbed up the wall, her feet touched the wall. Supporting her body to avoid falling from the door frame, her feet bore enormous pressure. Attacking from the air while pushing off the ceiling, her feet exerted force…
Each of these steps meant tremendous stimulation for Funis, and grand gushing.
She could act as if nothing happened because she’d received a full year of endurance training, but physical sensitivity was an objective fact that didn’t change based on human will. So what should bloom still had to bloom, what should blossom still had to blossom.
But wouldn’t becoming a mobile fountain be very unseemly?
This was why Cessya had prepared special undergarments made from Frosan white snow cotton for Funis.
But Charlotte didn’t understand the reason—she had simply wiped down the girl she’d brought home and changed her into new underwear. It was perfectly reasonable and without any fault.
And the problem was back on Funis again.
She had once been the adult man Sera Fred who raised Charlotte for nine years. Now she’d become a pink-haired little loli sitting on her own adopted daughter and spilling a large puddle of indescribable fluid…
Although admitting to incontinence was embarrassing, if she had to explain the truth, she’d rather admit to incontinence. Both were social death—she’d definitely choose the lesser degree.
Ahhhh! But how did it come to this?!
Funis was extremely devastated inside.
The reunion with her adopted daughter was such an awkward opening. She didn’t even dare think about the many more awkward moments she could foresee in the future. It was all that bad woman Cessya’s fault for turning her into this—she couldn’t even be a normal girl anymore.
What to do?
Funis couldn’t speak.
She looked at Charlotte’s familiar blue eyes, several times parting her lips slightly only to be speechless.
She knew this was her precious adopted daughter she’d raised. No matter how much she lowered her standards to act like a pitiful, innocent girl, Funis still retained the last shred of dignity as a father figure in her heart. How could she say such embarrassing words?
But just freezing like this wasn’t a solution.
And when Funis had made the tremendous resolve to finally abandon useless dignity and completely give up, Charlotte suddenly dramatically pulled her into her arms again in a tight embrace.
“I’m sorry, little Seli~ You don’t have to say such embarrassing things out loud. It’s all big sister’s fault for not considering your feelings~” This usually low-EQ, straightforward girl was particularly strange today. She held Funis while crying even more sadly than Funis had. “Let’s take a bath, okay? Get cleaned up and change into new clothes, then big sister will make breakfast for you.”
Funis was forced to be deeply buried in her adopted daughter’s undulating chest and began questioning life.
She knew Charlotte’s personality.
Straight to the point, like a sharp knife—not good at expressing inner thoughts, and if she couldn’t explain clearly, she’d just act directly.
But today’s Charlotte seemed to have some switch pressed, catching hold of Funis and frantically displaying maternal love and tenderness. Could this be the legendary “awakened maternal instincts”?
A forty-year-old dad awakening his seventeen-year-old daughter’s maternal instincts and protective desires.
No matter how she thought about it, it was quite terrible.
Funis thought this was already the limit, but she never expected that the next moment, Charlotte’s hands clasped around her back suddenly shifted downward, climbing onto her slender, tender waist and abdomen, fingertips moving rather ambiguously near her hip line.
Brushing aside the hair at her cheek, Charlotte gradually moved closer until her lips touched the sensitive earlobe, then gently blew a puff of air.
Funis’s delicate body trembled slightly.
“What’s wrong, little Seli? If you feel scared… big sister can bathe with you too…”
The voice by her ear was slow and seductive. Funis had never known Charlotte could make such a tender sound—this absolutely wasn’t the Charlotte she knew.
Something was definitely wrong.
Only then did Funis finally remember something Cessya had casually mentioned.
That the body fragrance on dream demons that couldn’t dissipate naturally had a bewitching effect on humans, making humans who inhaled the scent develop favorable feelings toward the dream demon they encountered. The more lacking in magic power, the more intense and strong this body fragrance became.
If lacking some magic power caused partial hair color changes, then complete hair color change—did that represent extreme lack of magic power?
Could this be some kind of hunting posture in a starved state? Was that why she retracted her horns to disguise herself as human?
She’d really managed to complete the whole picture!
Although Funis herself felt no discomfort, this bewitching body fragrance didn’t seem to change its release intensity based on her subjective judgment. And Charlotte’s confused, dazed expression was definitely not normal. If this continued, things seemed very bad.
Sure enough, that finger secretly stroking downward had already silently hooked the elastic string of her undergarments, revealing the beautiful lines of her waist and hips.
My precious eldest daughter! Wake up! I’m your forty-year-old dad!
Even if I really was some little girl you picked up, you can’t do this kind of thing to a little girl on the first day! Could there be something wrong with my education? How is there no trace left of the modesty a woman should have!
Funis was going crazy with anxiety.
However, Charlotte’s breathing became increasingly hot and rapid, her blue eyes having lost their luster. She parted her lips slightly, preparing to bite down on Funis’s flushed little earlobe.