a dangerous fetish

It didn’t take long for the party to realize Collei wasn’t just a little unhinged.

She was outright crazy.

As they continued deeper into the jungle with her as an impromptu guide, the green-haired girl spoke with bright, almost dreamy enthusiasm about the exact kinds of monsters and plants that were known to kill and consume their partners after mating. She described the process in vivid detail — the way certain vines would keep fucking you while slowly dissolving your limbs, or how some fungal beasts would flood your body with euphoric spores before digesting you from the inside — and she made the entire thing sound romantic.

“There’s just something so pure about it, you know?” Collei said cheerfully, stepping over a root. “Being used as a complete fucktoy until there’s nothing left, then getting to nourish something bigger than yourself. I don’t think there could ever be a greater pleasure than serving as both hole and meal. It’s like… the ultimate offering.”

The group stared at her.

Ganyu’s cowbell gave a single, uncertain jingle.

Lisa looked both fascinated and mildly concerned.

Yelan’s expression was unreadable, but she had quietly moved a half-step farther from the girl.

Cloud Retainer’s eyebrows had risen to new heights.

Shenhe simply stared.

Rosaria finally stopped walking.

“Okay. That’s enough.” She turned to Aether, pointing a thumb at Collei. “Fuck the crazy out of her. Right now. Before she tries to feed herself to the next carnivorous plant we pass and gets us all killed trying to stop her.”

Collei blinked, then actually perked up at the suggestion.

“Oh! Is that an option? I’ve never been fucked by a human with the specific goal of rewriting my urges before. That could be really interesting data!”

She was already starting to pull her torn top off, clearly ready to turn even this into another form of “research.”

Rosaria pinched the bridge of her nose.

“See what I mean? Completely gone.”