The air inside the bridge of the battleship felt heavy—too heavy. Monitors blinked in gentle succession, their soft hues of green and blue bathing the steel walls in fleeting, ghostly colors. Beneath the lights, everything had gone still. The whir of machines, the quiet murmurs of the crew—all fell into silence, as if the entire ship itself was holding its breath.
At the head of the bridge stood a girl who looked no older than a teenager, yet the sheer gravity of her presence turned the air sharp with tension.
Theresa Apocalypse stood with her hands calmly folded behind her back, dressed in a dark, fur-trimmed coat that swayed gently around her boots. Gold insignias gleamed along the hem, contrasting with the soft white ruffles of the layered skirt beneath—an odd blend of regality and innocence that somehow suited her perfectly.
To her left stood Yae Sakura, quiet and composed in her flowing kimono of rose and crimson silk, the expression on her face unreadable. On her right, Murata Himeko crossed her arms, weight shifted onto one leg, the flame of her gaze steady but guarded. The three of them stood as the first wall before the storm of truths about to unfold.
"It's nice to meet all of you," Theresa said with her usual cheer, her voice rising like a breeze in spring. "My name is Theresa Apocalyps—"
"Enough with the niceties," Victor cut in, voice low and ironclad. The words came like a blade drawn across velvet—quiet, but impossible to ignore. Eden sighed faintly beside him. Mei flinched. Kiana winced like she'd just taken a scolding. Yuzuki didn't react—visibly—but his eyes drifted instinctively to the corners of the room, already counting exits.
Theresa didn't blink. She smiled. Not with condescension—but with a flicker of amusement.
"...You haven't changed a bit," came a soft sigh from Sakura, her tone straddling the line between nostalgia and exasperation.
"Should I know you?" Victor asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Sakura, the way one does when recognizing a song without remembering where it was first heard.
Sakura tilted her head in that ageless way of hers. "Perhaps," she replied. "Perhaps not."
Theresa stepped in before the moment could tighten. "Well... she's a guest, you could say..." she began, carefully choosing her words. But Sakura raised one hand, her sleeves fluttering like flower petals caught in wind.
"The Empress of Japan sent me," Sakura said softly. "I am her Shadow, here to assist in the aftermath of Nagazora's fall."
Kiana's jaw dropped. "The Empress!? Wait—is that like, a real empress? With castles? Oh crap, should I have worn something nicer?!"
Yuzuki took a half step closer to Victor, whispering from the corner of his mouth, "Something about this isn't right."
Victor nodded almost imperceptibly. He was already reading between lines. Sakura's presence, Himeko's tension, Eden's stillness, Theresa's… subtle control of the room. Something was up.
Theresa clapped her hands—once, light and precise. "Alright," she said, the smile still in place. "Let's get to the point."
She turned to Kiana. The softness in her eyes returned.
"Kiana Kaslana," she began, "I'd like to offer you a place at St. Freya Academy."
Kiana blinked. "Me?"
"You're talented," Theresa said, stepping forward, "spirited, and—most importantly—you survived something that others couldn't have hoped to. What happened here in Nagazora… it's only the beginning. We want to give you the tools to grow stronger. To protect the people you care about."
Kiana looked overwhelmed. "I… Thanks, but—what about everyone else?"
Himeko stepped up, her gaze falling on Victor. "Victor and Yuzuki. You're both welcome, too."
The moment was quiet.
Until it wasn't.
Everyone turned to Mei.
Theresa's expression thinned, her cheer slowly retreating behind something more serious. "As for you…" she started. "You're dangerous. And if we were to follow protocol—what I originally planned—it would mean killing you."
Mei stiffened, her fingers trembling where they held Victor's sleeve.
Victor stepped forward. The shift in the room was immediate.
He stood over Theresa, the glow of the monitors casting long shadows up his figure. His gaze ice cold.
"That's unnecessary," he said, voice flat as steel.
Mei tried to reach for his arm. "Victor, no—"
He gently pushed her hand aside. "No."
Himeko tensed. Her foot shifted—just slightly.
Theresa raised a hand. "Himeko, wait." Her tone was calm, but not placating. "Let's talk. That's what we're here for."
For a moment, the bridge was thick with silence—hot, electric, waiting for someone to break it.
But no blow came.
Just Theresa stepping forward, her gaze now fixed on Victor. "Let's talk this out, Victor."
Victor didn't respond immediately. He didn't need to. He was weighing it all—what he could risk, what he couldn't.
Then, finally, Theresa turned to Himeko and said quietly, "Escort the others to the medical bay for screening. Victor and I need to speak."
Himeko nodded, motioning for the rest to follow.
Kiana glanced back, but Eden gently guided her forward. Yuzuki gave one last glance at Victor, then followed. Mei hesitated—but Eden took her hand, offering a silent promise that she'd bring him back.
When the door slid shut, Victor and Theresa were left alone.
___________________________________
Victor walked the sterile, humming halls of the ship's medical wing, the echo of his footsteps quiet against the muted white floor. His eyes were shadowed, mind replaying the words Theresa had left him with. They hadn't shouted.
They hadn't argued. In truth, there wasn't even a real debate.
It came down to a single sentence.
"If she loses herself… promise me you'll do what's right."
And he had said nothing for a long moment—because there was no right answer.
Now, with that weight nestled somewhere deep behind his ribs, he turned the corner and entered the clinic.
The door slid open.
And instantly—without warning—a pair of arms seized him by the collar, yanked him forward, and lips pressed against his in one clean, calculated motion.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a claim.
She didn't wait for permission. Her body pressed flush against his, cool fingers sliding into his hair, guiding him to match her rhythm. Her lips were soft but commanding, coaxing a response from him.
Victor exhaled into the kiss—and gave in.
His hands found her waist automatically, gripping the fabric of her coat as he kissed her back, deeply, letting the moment consume whatever storm was still in his chest. She tasted like something electric, like static clinging to the edge of a lightning bolt. Everything slowed—except the pulse in his ears.
When she finally pulled away, their breaths mingled between them, eyes locked close enough to feel the tension still radiating off his skin.
Mobius smirked, ever unbothered. "Well," she said smoothly, green eyes half-lidded, "that's the lips check-up done."
Victor exhaled shakily, trying to piece together what had just happened—what he felt. He didn't know her. Not by name, not by memory. And yet… there was no part of him that resisted her touch. No alarm in his bones. No doubt in his hands when they gripped her waist like they belonged there.
He looked at her now—at the curve of her smirk, the glint in her eyes that danced between affection and danger.
Her long green hair spilled down in waves of viridian silk, catching the sterile clinic light and refracting it like venom in glass. A single lock curled along her cheek, wild and perfect. Her coat, fitted and folded open at the collar, revealed hints of the black bodysuit beneath… She wasn't just a doctor. She was something else.
Beautiful. Terrifying. And his.
He sighed, brushing a hand down his face. "This isn't how check-ups work."
Mobius leaned in closer, voice a sultry whisper. "You'd be surprised what passes for a full diagnostic in my care."
She giggled, her hands travelling down from his hair to his jawline, to gently squeezing his chest muscles before finally stopping on top of his belt.
"... Is this part of the check up too?" He asked, the skepticism from his voice barely there as it was drowned out from the sound of his belt buckled becoming undone and the clang of metal and cloth dropping to the floor.
"Of course it is, " She replied with her tongue sticking out, her hands tracing the noticeable bulge that pressed against his underwear. "I have to check if you're in still top condition after all these years."
Without warning, she gripped the hem of his boxers and stripped them off, a delighted sound escaping her lips as he watched his member pop out in full mast. Victor's heartbeat quickened just by seeing her press her face against his shaft, sniffing like a dog that had just gotten its favorite snack.
"Let's start then~" She whispered, her hands wrapping around the base and giving it a gentle squeeze as she inhaled his scent deeply. Her crimson lips pressed against the tip, her mouth parting slightly, her tongue flicking out for a taste causing a quiet moan to escape her.
"... Slow down," Victor groaned, trying his best to bite back the moans that threatened to spill out. His gaze turned downwards, locking in with Mobius's mischievous orbs as she pressed her tongue against the base of his shaft before slowly licking upwards, making sure to trace whatever veins she came across with before finally reaching the tip to wrap her lips around.
His words only served to heighten her desire for him. She started to suck harder, taking him deeper into her mouth. Her hands roamed across his body, one moving back to grip the base of his cock, while the other played with his balls, her tongue swirling around his tip, wanting to see more of his reactions.
With a pop, the tip left her smiling lips as she stared up at him. "Taste is very good, just how I like it. Scent is pretty clean, a bit too clean for my taste but that's understandable. Hardness, very much the same as my previous records." She whispered to herself, slapping her cheeks with his throbbing shaft and enjoying the feeling of precum leaking onto her skin.
"Now then, " She giggled, once again meeting Victor's gaze. Without another thought, she opened her lips wide, her tongue sticking out as saliva mixed in with his pre-cum coating the entirety of her mouth.
" Cum for me my dear labrat~" She teased before taking his cock back into her mouth, this time taking him even deeper down her throat.
"Mmm~~" She moaned, her gag reflex kicking, but she didn't stop. Her throat constricted with each bob of her head, her tongue lapping at the underside of his cock. Drool and precum mixing together, dribbling out of her chin as she looked up at him pleadingly.
"... Nghh.." A silent moan nearly escaped Victor's lips, thankfully stopped by him biting down on his arm as his hips buckled and quivered, his shaft shooting hot strings of semen down her throat, Mobius's throat contracting even more as she eagerly swallowed it all, her tongue coiling around the base as she tried to milk every last drop from him.
She smacked her lips, an audible gulp echoing in the roam. "Hmmm… taste profiles get a pass. It reminds me of home~" Her words barely reached Victor's ears as the man panted, his arms shielding his flushed face from her.
"Shall we conduct the next test then~" Mobius giggled, slowly peeling off her lab coat. Just as she reached for his collar again, the sliding doors slammed open with all the grace of a kicked-in closet.
"What in the Herrscher's name are you doing?!" Eden's voice rang across the clinic like a choir of outraged bells.
"Time's up then~" Mobius chirped, winking at Victor before casually slipping behind a curtain, her lab coat slipping off her as she did.