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"Well, I can ask you anything, right?" you asked, now seated in the living room, chatting with Natsumi. Meanwhile, Dummy, Bianca, and Kaya were tidying up the tables that Natsumi had helped them clean earlier. Chantal decided to sit next to you, curious about Natsumi's story.

"Okay, you can ask," she replied. Even the memory of her unveiling her true identity persisted in everyone's minds. You felt apprehensive about your inquiries, a fact Natsumi seemed to notice.

"You don't need to be scared. Once again, I apologize for causing worry and displaying such an unsightly scene. I've been considering your mixed heritage a lot. I've never encountered a half-human like you before. Perhaps my serious demeanor hindered our conversation. You should feel more comfortable with me in this feminine form, right?" she said, observing your nod in response to her last sentence.

"So, just ask. What are you curious about?" she said. You thought, trying to figure out what to ask. It was as if you had opened a webpage to search, but the thing you wanted to search for suddenly slipped your mind.

"Okay, maybe it's not the most important....Who is Natsumi...?" you asked, even though it didn't seem like an essential question. Your question made Natsumi chuckle.

“Haha, oh sorry, I forgot to tell you. Do you mean this body? Ah, where should I start..?” she pondered before replying.

"Well, as I mentioned earlier, I served as a politician in America for many years. Part of my role involved taking human positions within our organization. His real identity was terrible, harmful to us and humans alike. Therefore, the department had me replace him and manage information control. However, it was humans who surprised me. This man had made many enemies and as a result, things didn't end well. Some attempted to kill me in Japan, but I survived because the bullet missed vital points. However, walking around riddled with bullet holes wasn't ideal. Fortunately, I was close enough to shrines in Japan to seek refuge. I hid there until I found this body," she said, gesturing to her current form.

“You… stole her body?” you asked, sounding worried. She waved her hand dismissively.

"No, no, no. I used her body scanner... When I emerged, she lost consciousness, and at that moment, I contemplated whether I should take her body. I decided it wasn't worth it to cram more memories into my head. Imagine when other people's thoughts invade your mind. So, I made a copy of her, wore it, and stole only her clothes. I used the credit card supplied by the department. I returned without registering any information, and that's when I learned about the internal chaos. My failure wasn't connected to it.

However, I heard intriguing stories from colleagues. So, I decided not to return to the department. I chose to hide. Honestly, for the first time in thousands of years, I experienced the freedom of not having to follow orders from higher-ups to impersonate or replace people. I've changed my identity countless times, erased and added memories. For the first time, I considered myself as me. I picked the name 'Natsumi' from a Japanese manga I came across on my way back,” she explained casually before taking a sip of the water on the table.

"So...what's your real name?" you asked her. She choked on her water and coughed before wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"cough cough My real name? Oh, believe me...you wouldn't be able to pronounce it correctly. Your tongue isn't capable of articulating it. Speaking of which, I think his name was Howard...some of the people in the department lost his information and he escaped. As far as I know, he was an eccentric writer.

He wrote some information from us and turned it into a novel around the 1920s. The department had to intercept his correspondence for months, even years, to identify the source of the information. It was known to be in America, and people were sent to kidnap him. However, they found nothing except...well, it was amusing for a while. When the **** team reached his place, they found a thief who had been robbing his apartment. The thief escaped with the information we needed, so all we could do was take as much stuff as possible for examination. Poor Howard...

One of his stories became a famous novel within his group. However, he intermingled facts with fiction, which required the department to stop him. They were busy for a while until he died. They thought the story would end there, but new issues arose.

Someone collected his novels, including letters he wrote to his friends, and published them as a book. The department spent years filtering the content and attempting to modify it to be as far from reality as possible. Still, that is the only nonsense I've ever seen the department take seriously.

Until then, a few true stories that I can tell are: our names, or any of us for that matter, can't be pronounced correctly by humans; it irritates some of us when humans mispronounce our names. I don't mind. So, we abbreviated our names for humans to call us. Humans can gaze upon our true form without going mad unless they're weak or mentally compromised. That's about it for my name. Do you have any more questions?" she asked as Dummy Bianca came over to refill her glass with water and wipe the stained table. Natsumi thanked her before Bianca returned to the kitchen.

"What about your origins? Why are you here on Earth?” This time, the question came from Chantal, who was sitting next to you. She seemed to be starting to relax a bit.

"About us? Actually, I completely forgot to mention that we've been here for a very, very long time, as you probably heard. We have assumed many forms, blending in with humans. I never understood why in the early days we didn't reveal our true forms to humans. Things would be much simpler now, but our 'Mother' didn't see it that way---"

"Wait, 'Mother'? Do you mean your creator?” You interrupted her.

"Yes! You could say that, but it isn't entirely accurate to call her our creator. She was more like someone who gathered our thoughts, our collective consciousness. When we die, regardless of the cause, our physical bodies perish, but our thoughts return to our Mother and are placed into another body formed from our original cells. This isn't our typical method of reproduction. We used to be able to multiply naturally. But due to the cycle of ****, rebirth, and body-switching, we noticed that our population started to decline. Some of us stopped returning to new bodies and chose to merge with our Mother. The bodies we inhabit now are incapable of reproducing. We don't even have genders anymore because our bodies have been recreated so many times. I can't recall how many times I've died and been reborn. I've heard that this endless cycle can drive us mad, and it has indeed happened. Some of us lost our minds and became urban legends, the nighttime beasts you might've heard about.

By the time human civilization came about, our Mother saw something in humans. She thought they“Oh sorry, I was just joking. No, no, he can't be in this room because of the spell you set around the house. That will prevent him and others from entering...But he won't be deterred that easily. A week or two, three, or a month he will find a way to get into the house And he won't stop until he gets you.” She warned before going back to sit at the table.

“sigh He's just a predator who likes to toy with his food. The more you escape, the more it motivates him, so you have to be careful...," she warned.

"Any more questions?" she asked as she looked at you and Chantal, who were staring at her with curiosity. She laughed a little, waiting for the next question.

"Sniff. Although, it's not quite like Ilorsef... not really. More like a black-haired teenager in the kitchen," she said as she sniffed Chantal's scent. Before sniffing her hair, she buried her face in the crook of Chantal's neck and sniffed hard. Chantal was shocked by the sudden advance, having received no warning.

"Sniff. Hmm, so you're real, then, aren't you?" She spoke, looking into Chantal's trembling eyes. Natsumi licked her lips with a smile.

"You seem to be changing yourself, aren't you?" she asked Chantal, who was left confused by Natsumi's words. Natsumi then glanced at you.

"What are you going to do to her?! You've scared her!" you exclaimed just before Natsumi rose, withdrew from Chantal, and sat down in an empty space nearby.

“I was merely wondering why two individuals, with no apparent connection in looks or bloodline, have such similar speech and movement patterns, almost as if they were the same person. I suspect I'm not entirely wrong. Is that woman wearing another person's skin?” she asked, looking at you. You answered reluctantly, not eager to reveal the truth.

"Yes, she's the same person with long black hair in the kitchen," you admitted.

“And the body she currently has?” She pointed at Chantal.

"That belongs to my ex-girlfriend," you confessed, although the mere mention of it made you feel ill. But Natsumi didn't say anything. Instead, she put her hands on her chest and nodded.

"Oh... so your new girlfriend is wearing your ex-girlfriend's skin, right?" she inquired with a light chuckle.

"Interesting, truly interesting... It's a quite a fascinating relationship. But does she have the memories of your ex?” she asked. You and Chantal both shook your heads in denial.

"Hmm, may I see that remote?" She held up her hand, you weren't sure what she planned to do with it. But ultimately, you picked up the remote and handed it to her. She flipped it back and forth several times, studying it.

“Hmmm, it's not surprising that a few ancient artifacts are still around. The department should have eradicated Incident 143's tool due to its capabilities. It's a terrifying tool because it lacks a security system. It can fire at us and turn us into skinsuits, trapping our minds until they're destroyed by fire, leaving nothing behind. For Incident 143, a simple translation would suffice: it's a disguise tool meant for manipulating individuals deemed threatening by the department. It was an emergency measure to maintain order within the department, but after developing the amnesiac tool and reducing staff, the Incident 143 tool was discarded and replaced with a safer model,” she explained, retrieving another remote from her hoodie pocket. It resembled yours, but was grey, appearing to be made of aluminum.

“This is the model that replaced yours. It operates in the same way, but it's less violent and lighter, both in functionality and weight. You can try it, I've disabled the safety.” She handed the new remote to Chantal, who accepted it.

"Press the brown button and aim it at your head. I'll be reconfiguring the tuner for your remote. Give me a moment.” Once she finished speaking, she rose and walked over to a basket she had brought along, extracting a device you had never seen before. She began disassembling the components of your old remote. You turned for a moment to look at Chantal, who was holding Natsumi's remote, studying its buttons before glancing at you and smiling. She pointed the remote at her head and pressed a button, her eyes widening. There was no sound or light from the remote, but her eyes rolled back in their sockets. She blinked several times before dropping the remote and slumping down, twitching.

"Hey! Are you okay?!” You grabbed her and shook her slightly. She grabbed your hand and shook her head, looking dazed.

"No.. las...I'm fine...I'm just dizzy...a little dizzy," she mumbled.

"You...remember....you've probably acquired her memories, right?" You nervously asked her. She turned to look at you.

“It seems so... I’ve never ridden a horse before, but now I remember everything about horses. How to ride, control, treat, and take care of them. I remember a family trip to America and to the Grand Canyon, and... I remember the name of the last book I read at the library this afternoon... before..." She looked at the back of her hand, then reached out and stroked her own arm.

"Las...I'm so...I'm sorry about that," she said, looking at you. The expression in her eyes was familiar, but not in the way Bianca used to look.

"What are you......talking about?" You were puzzled by what she might have remembered. She held her head as if sifting through the memories.

“I… saw and remembered it all. The break up... it was silly... it was because of something so trivial... I... I didn't care... I didn't want to apologize to you or give you a chance. I just thought I was right and... I just...” Tears began to well up in her eyes. You reached out, pulling her towards you.

“Hey, hey,shuuu listen, listen, about that. It's in the past, and you're not that girl, right? You're the one who wants to support me, the one who will save me from now on, right? You remember? Not the woman who left over trivial disagreements. You've become a new you, Bianca... No, Chantal. You are the new Chantal. A better person than the old one... You're not the same Chantal, right?" You gently caressed her cheek with your index finger. She lifted her hand to wipe away her tears as she looked at you, then hugged you, sobbing softly. You lightly patted her back and stroked her head. Natsumi and two dummies observed from a distance.

"Are you interested?" Natsumi softly asked Dummy Kaya, who was startled by the question before reluctantly shaking her head. Natsumi chuckled at Dummy Kaya's decision.

After crying for a bit, Chantal lifted her head, wiped her tears, and looked at you with a smile.

"It feels like... I've lost myself again," she sniffed, wiping her nose with her fingers.

"Are you alright?" You asked her with concern. She stretched languidly and responded,

“Um, nothing. I feel normal. Initially, I was scared and worried, even felt guilty about replacing someone else. But now, those feelings are gone, as if they never existed. Now, I just feel like the regular me. I remember being Bianca, and I also remember every part of Chantal's life, as if I lived it myself.” She looked down at her body, studying her rear end, waist, and breasts.

She cupped her hands around her breasts with a mischievous smile.

"It looks like I've become her. I have everything I want." She released her hand from her chest before collapsing to sit next to you again.

"Today, I told you at home that I was going to sleep over at a friend's house. Maybe the friend you thought I was referring to is actually you, isn't that right, darling?" Chantal gently rested her head on your shoulder. You leaned your head against the sofa next to you. Despite being confused by her rapidly changing mood, you lightly nodded in agreement.

"Well, we talked to your mom, Chantal, and she has given her permission, so tonight..." You slowly lowered your head. She lightly kissed your forehead before reaching down to her belly. She wore a seductive smile before looking back at you.

"You're quite naughty, my dear," you responded with a grin. She bit her lip as you stroked her tummy. Before you knew it, she grabbed your hand, pulling it under her shirt and sliding it towards her chest.

“I also want to know how sensitive my new body will be...to...sensitivity…” She smiled as she slipped her fingers into her bra, running them up from beneath the breast fold to her nipple before rubbing it.

"Hmm...huh...ah... ah, take it easy, my dear, you're starting to make me hot," she giggled, while you played with her nipples inside her shirt. Your activities on the sofa were interrupted by Natsumi and Dummy, who seemed to be enjoying the show.

"When you two get a moment, you act like lovebirds, so engrossed in each other. Are you interested in having the rest of us join in?" Bianca, who you used to call Dummy, joked with you two.

"I want to as well. It's been a long time since my last encounter with a human. It would be good to have a memory to look back on," Natsumi chimed in. You noticed her slipping her hand into her skirt.

"I...I would like that," Kaya, formerly known as Dummy, admitted with an embarrassed expression on her face. Chantal, seeing the other three smiling at the spectacle, smiled back at you.

"What do you think, darling? Are you interested in having a harem?" she asked, glancing at everyone who expressed a desire to be intimate with you. You swallowed, smiling at them before making a decision.