It had been three days since the first experiment.
The room was dim, silent, and cold—until the tranquility was shattered by a breathy whisper against Ares' ear and soft fingers trailing across his chest.
"Mmm… wake up, sleepyhead," Nia purred.
But Ares didn't budge. Completely knocked out, he lay still like a corpse. Not even Nia's suggestive wake-up call stirred him.
Sylvie, who had been quietly getting dressed nearby, grimaced. "Ugh. Pervert. Creepy."
Unfortunately for her, Nia's hearing was sharper than most. Her head turned slowly, unnervingly, toward Sylvie. Their eyes met. Nia didn't blink. Her stare was icy.
Sylvie instinctively froze. "W-What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Nia tilted her head slightly, an eerie smile curling her lips. "Nothing… But wouldn't it be interesting if people found out you're not a virgin and not married?"
Sylvie's entire face turned beet red.
"W-W-What?! H-How did you—how do you know that?!"
Panic bubbled up inside her. No one knew—not even her own parents. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her thoughts were scrambled. She looked like she was about to explode with embarrassment.
Nia leaned in closer, her voice a whisper laced with menace. "I wonder how your parents would react if they heard... everything."
Sylvie didn't respond. She couldn't. Without another word, she turned and quietly walked into the bathroom. Nia returned to her seat beside Ares, casually poking his cheek. No remorse. No guilt. Just quiet curiosity.
Meanwhile, Ares slept soundly.
But in his dreams… he wandered.
He opened his eyes to a familiar place—an endless void sky above, and endless waters below. The dreamscape again. He had been here before. The strange silence, the strange peace, the strange pull to walk.
He stepped forward.
Water sloshed beneath his feet as he walked through the shallows. Minutes passed—then what felt like hours. Still, he walked. His legs began to ache. His body begged him to stop, but he didn't. He clenched his fists and kept going.
Then he saw it.
A break in the monotony. Color. Something different.
A small island, just ahead—barely a hill of sand, with a single palm tree standing like a lonely sentinel. He hurried toward it, stumbling, nearly falling. When he finally reached the island, he collapsed face-first into the warm sand, panting, his clothes soaked in sweat.
"What is this place?"
A voice answered, smooth and calm.
"This place is another world… not that you remember, anyway."
Ares bolted upright, spinning around to find the source. No one.
Then he looked toward the tree.
There, leaning against it, was a woman who seemed pulled from a myth. Long golden hair, radiant blue eyes, and a body wrapped in divine white garments trimmed with gold. She had wings—huge, angelic wings—and a golden aura danced around her like sunlight itself bowed to her presence.
She was beautiful beyond words. He blushed instinctively.
She smiled, still looking out at the horizon. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Ares blinked, caught off guard. "W-What? O-Oh… yeah. It is."
Silence again. Only the lapping of water against the sand.
He finally gathered the courage to speak. "W-Who are you?"
She turned toward him, her expression unreadable. Then she gently raised her hand, pressing her finger against his forehead.
"That's for me to know… and for you to find out."
A burst of light engulfed him.
"W-Wait—!"
His eyes snapped open.
He was back.
Ares shot upright in his bed, his body slick with sweat, heart hammering against his chest. Before he could even catch his breath—
"Good morning," Nia whispered beside him, her smile unnervingly wide, her face mere inches away from his.
"GAAAAAH!" he screamed.
Nia tilted her head. "What? You looked like you were having a pleasant dream."
Ares scrambled out of bed, mumbling a quick apology as he accidentally shoved her aside and rushed to the bathroom.
"W-Wait—!" Nia tried to warn him.
Too late.
He opened the door.
Inside, Sylvie stood fully nude under the shower, her back turned until she turned her head—eyes wide, mouth open in shock. Her entire body froze. Ares didn't move either.
"A-A-AH!!" Sylvie screamed, scrambling to cover herself.
Ares' eyes widened. He slowly, very slowly, closed the door.
'Oh no…'
Before he could step back, he felt a shadow loom over him. Turning, he came face to face with Jones—fully awake, and glaring at him with an expression that could burn steel.
"W-Wait, Jones! It's not what it looks like, I swear!"
Jones said nothing.
He raised his left fist.
"W-We can talk about this! Like civilized men! P-P-Please—!"
SMACK!
Ares crashed back onto the floor.
What a way to start another day.
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Absolutely! Here's a more emotionally immersive and deeper version of the chapter. I've preserved your original intentions but elevated the pacing, tone, and emotional resonance to make it feel more vivid, alive, and human-written:
Chapter 5: Dreams, Secrets, and Accidental Sins
It had been three days since the first experiment.
Three days since the screams echoed down those sterile white halls, since blood stained the cold metal floors like paint flung from a madman's brush.
But today? Silence.
Well, almost.
Ares remained fast asleep, undisturbed by the gentle hum of artificial light or the muffled breathing of those around him. His chest rose and fell in slow rhythm, the exhaustion from the experiment still chaining his body to rest.
But that peace was short-lived.
"Wake up~" a voice cooed, soft and seductive.
Warm breath ghosted against his ear, and fingertips traced lazy circles across his bare chest.
Nia.
She leaned over him with that unnerving, obsessive smile, eyes glowing with something… feral. Affection? Curiosity? Obsession? It was hard to tell.
And yet—Ares didn't stir. Not even a twitch.
Nia's smile faltered. She pouted, crossing her arms. "Still asleep? Tch. Useless."
Sylvie, who had been quietly pulling on her boots across the room, shot a disgusted look at the scene.
"Ugh. Pervert. Creepy."
She hadn't meant to say it out loud—but she did.
And Nia heard every word.
Nia's head turned slowly, like a predator sensing a challenge. Her gaze locked onto Sylvie's with haunting intensity. Silence thickened like fog in the room.
Sylvie swallowed hard.
"W-What?" she snapped, trying to act unfazed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
No answer.
Nia simply stared. No blink. No smirk. Just… eyes.
Then, finally, she spoke. Her voice was calm. Too calm.
"Nothing… but wouldn't it be funny," she whispered, "if people found out you weren't a virgin?"
The color drained from Sylvie's face.
"A-And… not married."
Sylvie froze. Her heart stopped. Time itself seemed to halt around her.
"H-How… How do you know that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes darted toward the others—sleeping, unaware. "I never told anyone. Not even my parents…"
Nia's lips curled into a wicked, knowing smile.
"I wonder how they'd react," she said sweetly. "If they knew their little girl wasn't so innocent after all."
Sylvie didn't respond. Her jaw clenched, her eyes welled—but no tears fell. No protest came. Just shame. Quiet, burning shame. She turned and walked to the bathroom without another word.
Nia didn't care. She turned her attention back to Ares, her finger poking at his cheek again and again. Still asleep.
Still dreaming.
Inside the dream, Ares stood once again beneath the impossible void—an endless sky of black above, and a sea of glowing blue beneath his feet.
'This place again?' he thought.
There was no wind. No sun. Just the soft splash of water as he walked. The last time he'd been here, he'd seen her. That radiant figure. The woman of light.
He kept walking.
Minutes passed. Then hours—at least, that's what it felt like. Time was different here. Warped. Meaningless. Each step became heavier than the last. His legs trembled, sweat rolled down his face, and every muscle screamed for him to stop.
But he didn't.
He couldn't.
The silence gnawed at his sanity. The loneliness began to sink in, turning each step into an echo of emptiness.
Then… he saw it.
Color.
Far away—something different. Something real.
An island. No, a hill of sand. With a single, towering palm tree in the center like a candle in the dark.
Ares forced himself to run. His legs gave way more than once, but he crawled. Staggered. Collapsed onto the sand, gasping for air.
"What… the hell is this place?"
A voice answered.
"Another world," it said softly. "Though you wouldn't remember."
Ares froze.
He turned toward the voice—and there she was.
The woman from before.
Golden hair cascading down her back, blue eyes glowing like twin suns. Her white robes shimmered with divine light, stained slightly by the sand. Her wings were vast, feathers glowing faintly, and the air around her hummed with raw, celestial power.
She leaned against the tree, gazing at the void sky above.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, voice like wind over still water.
Ares blinked, heart pounding. "Y-Yeah… it is."
Silence again. But this time, not uncomfortable.
It felt… solemn. Like standing in a forgotten chapel.
He finally spoke. "Who… who are you?"
The woman turned to him and raised a single finger, gently pressing it against his forehead.
"That's for me to know," she said with a mysterious smile, "and for you to find out."
A blinding light exploded from her touch—
"W-Wait—!"
Ares gasped awake.
His body jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat, heart racing like a war drum.
And then—
"Good morning~" came a voice.
He turned his head.
Nia was inches from his face, smiling with that same unblinking, unsettling Yandere look.
"GAH!" Ares screamed, nearly falling off the bed.
"Geez," he gasped, "don't do that! You scared the hell out of me!"
Nia just giggled.
Ares rubbed his face, trying to shake the sleep from his system. His dream lingered like a fog in his mind—faint, but vivid enough to stir his soul.
Then he stood up, stretched, and walked to the bathroom, pushing Nia aside gently.
"Sorry," he mumbled, already reaching for the door.
"W-Wait!" Nia tried to stop him.
Too late.
He opened the door.
And immediately locked eyes with Sylvie.
Naked.
Mid-shower.
Their eyes widened simultaneously. Sylvie's mouth opened. Her face burned bright red.
"A-A-AH!" she screamed, hands flying to cover herself.
Ares stood like a statue. Mortified. Also… stunned.
He slowly, carefully closed the door without saying a word.
Then turned.
Right into a wall of muscle.
Jones.
Wide awake. Staring him down like a disappointed father catching his son watching forbidden late-night programs.
"W-Wait, Jones! I-It's not what it looks like!"
Silence.
Jones raised a fist.
"We can talk about this! L-Like civilized men! P-Please—!"
SMACK!
Ares hit the floor like a sack of potatoes.
He groaned, staring at the ceiling. "What… a way to start the day."