Rainy day

You can't sleep because of a perplexing question (which you've decided to call 'dummy'). You've managed to figure out the answer. This answer kept you awake all night, and its hold on you makes you want to remain in this state indefinitely.

However, you realize that what you're doing is akin to stealing people's lives and identities, not unlike the aliens you have to confront. You're starting to feel that you don't want to take Kaya away, especially now that you've gotten to know her.

But your thirst... Your deep-seated cravings and needs won't allow you to ignore them. Despite all reasons to the contrary, you desire to keep everything that's hers as yours.

After washing your face and cleaning up the mess from last night's incident, you stand in front of a mirror. You have explored your own body extensively and know every nook and cranny, your strengths, and weaknesses. You're lost in a reverie when you glance up at the window in the room. The sky outside is overcast, and rain seems imminent. You grip the window sill, looking out at the scenery surrounding your apartment while clad only in your underwear, observing the sparse morning crowds and the calm city life.

Your phone rings, dragging you from your reverie and away from the window. On the other end is a video call from Bianca. You quickly answer, and find her standing inside her house, not wearing any clothes, not even underwear.

"Hey dear, do you miss me?" she waves to you.

"Oh, Bianca, what are you doing? Why aren't you wearing anything?!” You're quite taken aback to see her in the buff. As she tries to show you more of her body, you notice her breasts. They're smaller than Kaya's. A small mole on her chest draws attention.

"Oh, my dear Kaya, I'm in my own house. I can wear whatever I want here. As for my mother, she doesn't mind what I do. In fact, she even encouraged me to do this in the house and now she's locked herself in her room, praying. So I had to get up and cook for her this morning. What do you think? Am I in good shape?” She turns around to show you her body.

"Yes, you look good—thin, beautiful, but—"

"Want to take me now? Hehe," she giggles, picking up the sandwich she made and placing it on the counter.

"I won't deny it...but your breasts are smaller than mine." You lift your chest to show Bianca.

“That's not everything, honey. Haven't you heard? 'Great things come in small packages.' You might find something cool in my petite body," she says as she moves to pick up her apron and props her phone against a dish holder.

"I'm not arguing with you about that. Why did you call? Have you taken care of my laundry?" You ask her while munching on a ham sandwich.

"I've done it. I'm happy to help you. It's drying outside. But considering the clouds, I don't think it will dry up soon," she says, pointing out the window as she bends down to grab something. You catch a glimpse of her rear as she lifts an empty sandwich plate into the sink.

"I think it's going to rain today. It would be nice if you put the laundry in a shaded spot. And another thing, I'll be heading to school soon. But...I'm still curious why you called me. We can meet at school," you tell her as you wash the dishes, while she prepares breakfast.

"It's nothing, darling. Just because you visited my house yesterday, I thought I'd give you a tour around the house via video call. You've seen my room, right? My house is a lot nicer than the rumors suggest," she says, turning around to pick up her phone. You can see a glimpse of her chest under the apron before she shows you around her kitchen. Despite the gloomy weather, it's clean and pleasant—nothing like the damp and poison-filled cauldron-filled room Kaya's memories suggested.

"It's not bad, Bianca. I'm sorry I didn't visit your house,” you apologize, having just finished washing the dishes and holding a glass of water while gazing out the window.

“No need to apologize, my mistress. You have work to do and you need to use your body to gather information. By the way, what have you gained from using Kaya's body and her memories?” she asks as she places a tray of food on the dining room table. There's a bell on the table, which she picks up to ring before rushing upstairs to her room.

“Why did you hurry to your room? Aren't you going to eat with your mom?" You ask, curiosity piqued.

“Well…I'll tell you the reason when I have time,” she responds, winking at you, and you decide not to press further.

“I have gotten her friends' information from her memories and the school rumors. I haven't sifted through all of it yet, but I think I should start looking into them. I had a lot on my mind last night," you say, sipping your water as the rain begins to fall outside the window. You sigh, thinking about Dummy's question from last night despite your best efforts to ignore it.

"You can consult me ​​on anything, mistress. I'm happy to help you, even with other matters,” she assures you as she removes the apron covering her chest and starts looking for her clothes. Her room is so dark that she can't see anything, only the light from the curtains and her shadow in the middle of them, now clothed in panties and bras.

"Actually, I have a question if you don't mind," you say, setting down your glass on the counter and heading back to your bedroom to find clothes.

"Just ask, darling. I'm ready to answer," she replies as she puts on her stockings after trying on a short-sleeved t-shirt.

"I wonder about you... I want to know what makes you so eager to...help me. You act so naturally, as if you aren't under my control at all," you ask while searching for an outfit for the day. Bianca is adjusting her mini dress.

"Hmm, are you surprised I'm helping you? I think I answered that question yesterday. Wasn't it clear enough?" she responds as you decide on the same outfit as yesterday: jeans, t-shirt, and hoodie.

“I'm sorry for asking again. I'm just curious because you seem more eager to help me than I ever commanded. Sometimes, it's like you're overdoing it without me asking or ordering you to. Sometimes, you express affection I never commanded. We've only known each other a short while and have only talked three times. So I wonder, is this because of the power of the remote?" you question while pulling on your jeans. Bianca is now applying makeup. As she pushes the curtains aside and turns on the light, it reveals a cluttered, dim room filled with horror movie posters and a bookshelf full of old books.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Mistress. I'm happy to clarify for you. As I said, I just felt that I had to obey you and your commands without any doubt. That's all in my head. But at the same time, besides those orders, I am free to think about how to keep myself alive. I'm still here, alive to help you. You can imagine...

Now, the commands in my head don't bite or squeeze me hard. They're like a weak spell or light hypnosis that compels me to assist you. Every command you issue, I'll execute it. You can imagine.

Also, part of me finds this exciting. It's intriguing and might provide something I've been seeking since my childhood. So, basically, I'm still under your strict directives. If you command me to kill someone, I'll do it, regardless of my feelings. However, I won't defy that order. But if you ever relinquish control over me, I'll still help you for the same reasons. I might be a bit **** to assist if it's against my feelings, though. That's my thought. However, it's ultimately up to you because you're the only one who can decide for me. But if you're asking what I prefer, I'm content with the way things are," she said with the same cadence you're used to, while wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"So you're telling me you want it like this? That I can control you, order you to feel anything like this?” you asked as you tugged at your shirt.

"Yeah, darling, yes. You know, when you mention control, it excites me every time... Maybe I only discovered this about myself when I met you, hehehe,” she laughed, and you could hear a soft moan in her throat.

"Okay...you're a lot stranger than I initially thought," you stated in surprise.

"Thank you. I take that as a compliment. Will you come and see me at lunch?" she asked. You had just finished applying your makeup.

"I'm not sure. I think I'm going to meet up with Kaya's friends, Milla, Lissy, and Susanne. I'll try to track down one of them to figure out what's behind the school rumors. They might've seen something odd," you explained your plan while dressing and preparing to leave, just as the sky was lit by distant lightning.

"Oh, am I going to have a sister join the movement?" Bianca asked excitedly.

"I don't know yet," you replied, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. "I might not need them on that level. I'm only tracking them for news. The more people involved, the more conspicuous it will be.”

"As you wish, Mistress. Your needs are my needs. See you at school, Mistress."

"Yeah, see you at school, Bianca." You hung up and checked the time. There was still plenty of time before your car arrived. You decided to head to the bus stop before Dummy and Tim. You grabbed an umbrella by the door, slipped on your sneakers, and opened the door, ready to start your investigation.