Chapter 8: Truth and Questioning

The school bell rang in the afternoon, and Yuzhen packed his schoolbag and walked out of the school building with the crowd. His steps were a little heavy, and the chaotic memories of yesterday's infirmary were still echoing in his mind—the class president's pure face, her feet wrapped in black pantyhose, the grayish-white tissue surging from Stardust's body, and the words, "Class president Onodera Aoi... is mine too."

He knew Stardust would come to pick him up today. He knew under what identity Stardust would come—it could be Misaki Sato, Ayako Suzuki, or Aoi Onodera. He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted to... find out some things.

As he walked out of the school gate, he saw her.

Stardust—or rather, Misaki Sato in her school uniform—stood in the most conspicuous spot at the school gate. She was dressed formally today; her dark blue blazer was neatly buttoned, her white shirt was buttoned to the top, and her red plaid pleated skirt was the perfect length, her legs, encased in black stockings, were straight and long. Her hair was neatly combed, and an elegant smile graced her face; she looked every bit the noble young lady of the Sato family.

But Yu-chan knew that was just an appearance.

Stardust saw him, and her eyes immediately lit up. She quickly walked over, opened her arms, and wanted to give him a hug.

"Yuuma!" Her voice was excited and cheerful. "I've come to take you home!"

But Yuma took a step back.

Stardust's arm froze in mid-air, her smile stiffening. A flicker of confusion crossed her eyes, followed by... hurt.

"Yuuma?" she whispered, her voice uncertain. "What's wrong?"

“I…” Yuzhen lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the strap of her schoolbag, “I have something… I want to ask you.”

Stardust was silent for a few seconds. Then she lowered her arm, and the smile on her face slowly returned, but it became somewhat... ****.

“Okay,” she said, her voice still gentle. “Then let’s talk as we walk.”

She reached out to take Yu-chan's hand, but Yu-chan avoided it. He put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform pants.

Stardust's eyes darkened, but she said nothing. She turned and began walking towards Yuuma's house. Yuuma followed behind her, keeping a step's distance.

The two walked side by side, but the atmosphere was silent. Stardust walked slowly, glancing at Yuzhen every now and then, but Yuzhen kept her head down, looking at the road beneath her feet.

After walking a distance away from the school crowd, Yuma finally spoke.

"You..." His voice was soft but clear, "How did you do that?"

"How did you do that?" Stardust asked, his voice calm.

“Controlling so many bodies,” Yuuma said, looking up at Stardust’s profile. “Sato Misaki, Suzuki Ayako, Onodera Aoi… are there any others? How do you control so many people at the same time?”

Stardust didn't answer immediately. She continued walking, her steps steady, her expression calm. The setting sun cast a long shadow of hers, and her black stockings shimmered delicately in the dim light.

“It’s a clone.” She finally said, her voice soft but clear. “My main body is inside Misaki’s body. But my consciousness… can split into many clones. Each clone can control a body.”

She paused, then turned her head to look at Yuuma.

“And your semen,” she said, a smile playing on her lips, “nourishes these clones. Every time you ejaculate inside me—whether it’s Misaki’s body, Ayako’s body, or Aoi’s body—that semen is absorbed by my main body and converted into energy to maintain and strengthen these clones.”

Yuuma was stunned. He stopped and looked at Stardust.

“So…so those sexual encounters…” he stammered, “were not just…not just for…”

“It’s not just for pleasure.” Stardust picked up where he left off, her smile turning sly. “It’s also for power. Your semen… is the best nourishment for me. Every time you ejaculate inside me, my power increases, my control becomes more stable, and my clones… multiply.”

She took a step closer and gently stroked Yuzhen's cheek. Yuzhen did not pull away.

“So you see,” she said softly, “our relationship…is mutually beneficial. You give me your semen, and I give you protection, care, and…exquisite pleasure. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Yuuma looked at her, at that noble and beautiful face that belonged to Sato Misaki, but with eyes that held the possessive and controlling gaze of Stardust. He suddenly felt a chill.

"Then... what about those people you control..." he asked softly, "what will happen to them?"

“They will be fine,” Stardust said, her fingers sliding from Yuuma’s cheek to her lips, pressing gently. “When my clones leave their bodies, they will return to normal. There will be no memories, no effects. It will be like… a dream.”

"Really?" Yuma asked, her voice tinged with doubt.

“Really.” Stardust smiled, a gentle smile, but Yu felt it was somewhat fake. “I promise. When I no longer need them, they will go back to how they were and continue living their lives. Nothing will change.”

She paused, looking at Yuuma.

“Except…” she said softly, “they might… think of you occasionally. Think of that junior who once helped them and cared for them. But that’s just… a beautiful memory.”

Yuzhen fell silent. He didn't know whether he should believe Stardust's words. But deep down, he wanted to believe—he wanted to believe that the bodies he had "defiled," the women he had "possessed," would eventually return to normal lives and be unharmed.

But he also knew that this thought might just be...self-comfort.

“Let’s go,” Stardust said, withdrawing her hand and turning to continue walking. “Let’s go home. At home… I can tell you more.”

Yuma hesitated for a moment, then followed.

Back home, Yuzhen opened the door and let Xingchen go in first. Xingchen naturally took off her shoes, placed them neatly next to the shoe cabinet, then walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Yuzhen closed the door, put down her schoolbag, and sat down opposite Stardust.

“Now,” he said, his voice earnest, “can you tell me more? About your original self, about your clones, about…the truth of it all.”

Stardust looked at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Then she smiled.

“Okay,” she said softly, “but I have one condition.”

“What condition?” Yuzhen asked.

Stardust stood up and walked to Yuuma. She leaned down, placing her hands on the sofa armrests, trapping Yuuma between herself and the sofa. Her face was very close, her breath brushing against Yuuma's face, carrying a faint, feminine fragrance.

“Make love,” she said, her voice full of seduction. “Make love with me. Right now, right here.”

Yuuma was stunned. He looked at Stardust, at those desire-filled eyes, at those beautiful lips so close to his.

"Why...why?" he stammered.

“Because I want to.” Stardust smiled, a radiant smile. “Because of your body… I want it. Because of your semen… I need it. Because making love with you… makes me happy.”

Her fingers lightly traced Yuzhen's chest, from her collarbone to her pectoral muscles, and then to her lower abdomen. Her movements were gentle and slow, but carried a clear provocative undertone.

“And,” she whispered, her lips almost touching Yuuma’s ear, “I’ll be more relaxed and more…honest during sex. Maybe…I’ll tell you more of the truth.”

Yu-ma looked at her, at the desire in her eyes, at the smile on her lips, at the irresistible allure emanating from her body.

He knew it was a trap.

But he also knew that he couldn't refuse.

He closed his eyes and nodded.

"good."

Stardust smiled. It was a satisfied, triumphant smile.

She straightened up and began to take off her clothes. First, her suit jacket, which she tossed casually onto the floor. The jacket landed on the not-so-clean living room floor—dusty, with tiny scraps of paper, and some black grime of unknown origin. The expensive dark blue suit jacket immediately became stained with those grime, and a patch of gray dust clung to the cuffs.

Then came the shirt. She unbuttoned it one button at a time, slowly and gracefully. The shirt was completely open, revealing a black bra underneath. The bra was made of lace, semi-transparent, and the shape of her breasts and pink nipples were clearly visible.

She threw the shirt on the floor as well, and it landed next to the suit jacket. The pristine white fabric immediately became stained with dirt from the floor. A small black stain stained the collar, possibly machine oil or mold.

Next came the skirt. She unzipped the side, and the pleated skirt slid to the floor, bunching at her ankles. She kicked it away, sending it flying to a corner of the room, landing next to a trash can. The trash can contained used tissues and food wrappers, stained with oil and food scraps. The hem of the skirt brushed against the rim of the trash can, picking up some stains.

Now, Stardust is only wearing a black bra, a black thong, and black stockings.

The pantyhose were in excellent condition—clearly newly changed, the nylon fibers smooth and fine, without any stains or tears. The cuffs were tight, clinging snugly to her upper thighs, outlining her perfect leg shape. At the toes, the outlines of her five toes were slightly raised, the color of her toenails shimmering with a faint pinkish sheen through the thin nylon.

But Yu knew that soon... these pantyhose would become dirty.

Stardust walked up to Yuuma, reached out and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear. Yuuma's penis was already semi-erect, trembling slightly in the air.

Stardust smiled. She knelt down.

Her black pantyhose knees touched the dirty living room floor directly—a floor covered in dust, fine sand, and dark, unidentifiable stains. Her knees sank into the grime, and the nylon fibers of the pantyhose immediately absorbed the gray dust and black stains.

She looked up at Yuzhen, then opened her mouth and took his semi-erect penis into her mouth.

Warm, moist, and firm.

Yuzhen gasped. He could feel the warmth of Xingchen's mouth, the agility of her tongue, and the contractions deep in her throat.

Stardust began to swallow and spit. Her technique was excellent; her tongue skillfully licked every sensitive spot on the glans, her lips tightly enveloped the shaft, and her throat contracted rhythmically. Soon, Yuuma's penis was fully erect in her mouth.

She brought him to orgasm using only her mouth, without using her hands.

Semen shot into Stardust's throat in spurts. She swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbing, swallowing all the semen. Then she spat out the penis, licking the glans clean of the last few drops.

But her knees were still on the ground—the knees of her black pantyhose were now covered in dirt from the ground, gray dust and black stains seeping into the nylon fibers, forming dirty spots. The dirt was mixed with fine sand, paper fibers, and even a few curly hairs of unknown origin—perhaps pubic hairs that Yuuma had shed earlier, or perhaps strands of hair that Stardust herself had lost.

Stardust stood up, the dirt on the knees of her pantyhose glaringly obvious under the light. She walked over to Yuuma and straddled him. Her hands rested on the back of the sofa as she looked down at him.

“Now,” she said breathlessly, a trace of clear saliva still lingering at the corner of her mouth, “I can tell you now.”

Her vaginal opening was directly opposite Yuzhen's erect penis. It was wet and warm there, and some clear vaginal fluid could be seen slowly flowing out, dripping onto Yuzhen's lower abdomen and leaving sticky marks on his skin.

“My true form…” Stardust said, her waist slowly lowering so that the glans of his penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina, “is a… parasitic creature. You can call me… a slug.”

She paused, then continued to lower her waist, and the penis slowly entered her vagina.

"Ah..." they both groaned at the same time.

The penis was fully inserted. Stardust's vagina was tight, hot, and wet. She began to slowly move her body up and down, allowing the penis to slide in and out of her vagina.

“I invade the host through…the vagina, mouth, or ear canal,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Then…I crawl to the brain…establish a connection with the central nervous system…and completely control the host.”

Her movements quickened, each time she sat down, the penis penetrated deeper. Her thighs, encased in black pantyhose, taut with effort, revealing the clearly defined muscles beneath the nylon fibers. Dirt from the knees of the pantyhose rubbed off, and some dust and sand fell onto Yuuma's thighs, leaving a slight stinging sensation on her skin.

“But control… requires energy,” Stardust continued, her hands sliding from the back of the sofa to Yuuma’s shoulders, her nails digging deep into his skin. “And your semen… is the best source of energy. Every time you ejaculate inside me… my power increases… my control becomes more stable.”

Her vagina contracted violently, the inner muscles tightly gripping Yuuma's penis, creating a strong feeling of pressure. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down their joined bodies, soaking the black pantyhose on Xingchen's inner thighs and the skin of Yuuma's lower abdomen.

The inner thighs of the pantyhose were now soaked, dark stains slowly spreading from the crotch. The nylon fibers clung tightly to the skin, outlining the lines of the inner thigh muscles as the liquid seeped in. The liquid, a mixture of vaginal fluid, sweat, and saliva left from the previous oral sex, formed sticky, reflective marks on the black pantyhose.

“And…” Stardust gasped, her cheeks flushed, sweat dripping from her forehead onto Yuuma’s chest, “through sexual intercourse…through orgasm…I can acquire the host’s memories. With each orgasm…the brain becomes unusually active…memory information flows to my body…I understand the host better…and can disguise myself more perfectly.”

Her movements grew faster and more forceful. Her body rose and fell, her breasts heaving violently, the flesh spilling out from the edges of her bra, tracing erotic arcs in the air. The lace fabric of the bra was soaked with sweat; the dark water stains weren't very noticeable on the black fabric, but a closer look revealed that the once delicate lace pattern was now sticky and greasy with sweat, and a few fine, curly pubic hairs clung to the lace, swaying gently with the movement of her breasts.

“So you see…” Stardust said haltingly, his voice distorted by pleasure, “Sato Misaki… Suzuki Ayako… Onodera Aoi… I know everything about them… memories, habits, personalities… I can perfectly imitate them. Unless… the real body is revealed… no one will be able to detect anything unusual.”

Her vaginal walls began to spasm rhythmically, and a warm liquid gushed from deep within—orgasm fluid, mixed with previous vaginal discharge, overflowing from the point of contact and running down her thighs, leaving new, deeper stains on her black pantyhose.

"Ah...it's coming..." Stardust screamed, her body tense like a bowstring, "I'm going to...orgasm again..."

Her vagina contracted violently, and her cervix sucked at Yuuma's glans as if it were alive. The suction was so strong that it pushed Yuuma to his limit.

"I...I also..." Yuzhen gasped, her waist convulsing violently.

“Shoot it in…” Stardust roared in his ear, “Shoot it into Misaki’s womb…Give it to me…”

This sentence became the final catalyst. Yuuma's waist convulsed violently, and his semen shot into the depths of Stardust's vagina in spurts. This ejaculation was more intense and lasted longer than any before. He could feel the semen filling Stardust's vagina, and even feel some of it being drawn deeper into her cervix.

Stardust's body trembled violently with the rhythm of ejaculation, and that sticky, wet sound came from her throat again. Grayish-white tissue spilled from the corners of her mouth, but this time she didn't completely lose control—the tissue only gushed out briefly before receding. Clear mucus seeped from her mouth and nose, dripping onto Yuuma's chest, mixing with his sweat.

After the last drop of semen was ejaculated, both of them collapsed limply onto the sofa. Stardust lay on top of Yuzhen, her face pressed against his chest, panting heavily. Her body was still trembling slightly, and her vagina was still contracting rhythmically, as if squeezing out the last bit of semen.

A mixture of liquids gushed from their point of contact, soaking the sofa. The fabric sofa was now covered in various stains—the pale yellow of semen, the clear color of vaginal fluid, the gray of dust, and the milky white of mucus. These colors mixed together, forming a filthy, indescribable stain.

Stardust's black pantyhose were now completely ruined. The knees were covered in dirt from the ground, with gray dust and black stains seeping into the nylon fibers; the inner thighs were soaked with a mixture of bodily fluids, and dark water stains spread to the groin; the cuffs were loose, and the nylon fibers had lost their elasticity from repeated stretching, with frayed edges.

Her bra and thong were covered in grime. Dust and pubic hair clung to the lace of her bra, and the dried fluid on her nipples had formed a thin, translucent film. The thin straps of her thong were embedded in her buttocks, clinging to a mixture of vaginal fluid that was slowly trickling down the straps and dripping onto the sofa.

After a long while, Stardust slowly raised her head. Her face was covered in sweat, her hair clung to her cheeks, and a trace of clear saliva lingered at the corner of her mouth. But her eyes were bright, clear, and filled with contentment.

“Now…” she said softly, her fingers tracing lightly across Yuujin’s chest, “you know. The whole truth.”

Yuuma looked at her, at that noble and beautiful face that belonged to Sato Misaki, but with eyes that held the possessive and controlling gaze of Stardust. A complex emotion welled up within him—fear, confusion, and a hint of…pity?

“So…” he whispered, “those girls… Aunt Ayako, Class President Aoi…will they really turn back to normal? After your clone leaves?”

“Yes, they will,” Stardust said, her voice firm. “I promise. They won’t have any memory of it, there won’t be any impact. It will be like… nothing ever happened.”

She paused, looking at Yuuma.

“But…” Her gaze became somewhat complicated, “You seem… to care about them a lot.”

Yuuma was stunned. He didn't know how to answer.

Stardust smiled, but there was a hint of... displeasure in that smile.

“You care about Aunt Ayako,” she said, her voice soft but clear. “You care about Class President Aoi. You care about… all the girls you’re close to.”

Her fingers pressed gently against Yuzhen's chest, her nails digging into his skin and causing a slight stinging sensation.

“But Yuma,” she said, her voice carrying a dangerous tenderness, “you must remember. They are just… tools. Just tools I use to get close to you, to take care of you, to possess you. They themselves… are not important. What is important is… you and me.”

Yuzhen looked at her, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

"But..." he whispered, "Wouldn't this... this be a bit wrong? Controlling someone else's body, using someone else's identity..."

Stardust's smile vanished. Her eyes turned cold, and... dangerous.

She propped herself up and sat on Yuuma. A mixture of fluids flowed from her vagina, running down her thighs and leaving new stains on her black pantyhose. She cupped Yuuma's face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.

“Yuuma,” she said, her voice calm, but a calmness more terrifying than any roar, “are you… questioning me?”

"No, no..." Yuuma said hastily, "I just..."

"Just what?" Stardust interrupted him, her face close to his, her breath on his face. "Just that you think I did something wrong? Just that you think... I should have let those girls go? Just that you think... you shouldn't belong to only me?"

Her voice grew louder and more agitated. Her eyes began to redden, not from crying, but from... anger.

“Yuuma,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion, “I’ve done so much for you. I’ve protected you, taken care of you, and given you everything you need. I even… went so far as to control other people’s bodies just so I could get closer to you and take better care of you.”

Her fingers gripped Yuzhen's cheek tightly, her nails almost piercing his skin.

“And you…” Her voice trembled with sobs, but it was a sob of anger, “and you’re concerned about others? Worried about those… tools?”

She suddenly lowered her head and kissed Yuzhen's lips fiercely. The kiss was rough and intense, carrying the taste of semen and saliva, and the taste of anger and possessiveness.

She kissed him for a long time before finally letting go. Her lips were slightly swollen from the intense kiss, and there was still a mixture of saliva and semen at the corners of her mouth.

“Answer me, Yuuma,” she said, her voice soft, but each word as sharp as a knife, “Are you… going to betray me?”

Yuuma looked at her, at those eyes filled with anger and hurt, at that face distorted by agitation. He suddenly felt a surge of intense fear—not fear of Stardust, but fear of… loss.

He knew that if he answered incorrectly, if he truly "betrayed" Stardust, then... everything would end. All the protection, all the care, all... love would vanish.

And he... didn't want to lose these.

“No…” he whispered, his voice trembling, “I will not… betray you.”

Stardust's eyes lit up. But the light quickly dimmed again.

"Then why..." Her voice was still very soft, but the softness was suffocating, "Why do you care about them? Why do you worry about them? Why... can't you just look at me? Just think of me? Just... belong to me?"

Yuuma looked at her, at those possessive eyes, at that face twisted with love. He suddenly understood—Stardust's love was possessive, exclusive, and… insane.

She wouldn't allow him to care about anyone, wouldn't allow him to pay attention to anyone, wouldn't allow him to... have any relationship with anyone other than her.

“I…” Yuzhen began, but didn’t know what to say.

He didn't know how to answer.

Does he love Stardust? He doesn't know. Does he accept Stardust? He doesn't know. Does he accept this relationship? He doesn't know.

All he knew was that Stardust had given him protection, care, and... ultimate pleasure. But it had also given him pressure, fear, and... an inescapable control.

This contradictory feeling left him feeling lost, confused, and... at a loss.

“Answer me.” Stardust’s voice was softer, but more urgent.

What should I do?