Eiron heard an inner voice saying:

  "Come on, get up, you half-alive corpse… the world won’t wait for you to decide whether you’ll rape or be raped."

  He opened his eyes with difficulty. Zara was still leaning on his shoulder, her breathing more regur, though blood gleamed on her lower lip like lipstick from hell.

  He wanted to say something… but he just looked up at the sky.

  And suddenly… he remembered.

  "The notification... there was a notification before I turned into a pillow for the ghoul."

  He closed his eyes and opened the system with his mind.

  [Mission "The Great Escape" - Completed] [Reward: +100 Special Power Points. +Recovery Ointment]

  He looked at the notification as if it was mocking him.

  "Really? Now you remember I completed the mission? I was about to get torn apart from the inside before I escaped, and now you tell me: well done?"

  He took a deep breath… no. It wasn’t deep.

  It was like the gasp of a man checking his ass after surgery.

  Then, the ointment.

  A small tube, colored between toxic green and sexual mint, gently fell to the ground near him, like a poisoned gift from the world.

  He picked it up.

  [Recovery Ointment – Instant treatment for wounds and physical pain using a mixture of natural and supernatural ingredients. Can be applied to any painful area. Speeds up wound healing and gives a refreshing, restoring sensation. But... in some cases, may trigger unexpected desires.]

  He raised an eyebrow.

  "What is this? Nivea cream from hell?"

  He reached out to check his knee, the skin torn, the flesh underneath angry, swollen, as if demanding its rights as an independent living being.

  "Ah, the knee... how did I not notice you before? Maybe because my ass was stealing the spotlight."

  He let out a broken sigh, then thought…

  This world doesn’t work by logic.

  Everything in it... primal, animalistic, but wrapped in a system that resembles cospy sex games. Skills, points, lust...

  Even the ghoul beside him, Zara.

  He looked at her.

  She was still breathing, softly, femininely… or what resembles femininity when passed through a demonic filter.

  Half naked, half dead, and half... something else with no name.

  He felt like he was seeing her for the first time, truly.

  The gray, cracked skin on her shoulders ended at painfully soft human curves.

  The face?

  He could say it was beautiful… but that would be like saying fire is just warm.

  There was something about her… that awakened every instinct, and strangled them at the same time.

  Half of her body whispered: "Touch me"

  The other half: "Touch me... and your death will be slow."

  He wanted to get up. To move away.

  But he could barely move his knee.

  "Damn... I’m going to die here, next to a dying lustful ghoul, and a tube of dangerously exciting ointment."

  He ughed.

  Laughed like someone seeing a joke being raped by a failed novelist.

  Then… an idea.

  He looked at the ointment.

  Then at Zara.

  Then at himself.

  "What if… I helped her? Used the ointment on her? Would it heal her? Or make her... horny and hungry?"

  But she was really injured.

  Her shoulder pierced, her chest shattered, and her left side moving like a breathing blood bag.

  "If I were her enemy, she wouldn’t spare me. But now… she’s sluggish. Weak. Maybe… if I heal her, she’ll reward me? Or at least not devour me?"

  He opened the tube.

  The smell?

  Mint.

  But the kind that feels like your friend betraying you in a shared bathroom.

  He squeezed the tube a little, and the transparent gel flowed onto his finger like alien saliva.

  He approached.

  His body trembled.

  His gaze passed over her curves, her torn skin, and her chest, barely covered by anything but blood.

  "Where do I start? The shoulder? No… that’s close to the breast… if she sees me touching her there, she might think I’m groping her. And if she doesn’t, I might actually grope her…"

  He bit his lip.

  Then looked at her right knee.

  It was torn too, but less provocative.

  "Ah, the knee… sanctuary of chastity."

  He slowly reached out and began applying the gel over the wounded skin.

  Suddenly….

  She shuddered.

  Her whole body.

  A short gasp escaped her bloody lips.

  Then a hum.

  Like she was tasting the trace of an invisible touch.

  Eiron froze.

  Did she wake up?

  No… not fully awake.

  But her body… responded.

  Heat rose from her skin.

  Then… a tremble.

  From the knee… to the thigh… to higher up.

  "No no no… I’m just treating you. I’m not a gynecologist. I swear!"

  He pulled his hand back, breathing fast.

  Then looked at the tube.

  Half of it evaporated.

  "Evaporation magic? Or is Zara absorbing it through her skin like a lustful sponge?"

  Then… a new notification appeared:

  [Half of the ointment consumed.] [Zara has regained 70% of her health.]

  [Warning: Instinctive sensory pulses have risen. Partial sexual stimution in the target.]

  "Of course. Even first aid here is sexual."

  But Zara didn’t attack him.

  Rather, very slowly… she opened her eyes.

  The pupils were foggy, but focused on him.

  Her lips parted slightly, and a whispering sound came out… no words, but a long exhale, dripping with a stifled moan.

  She said something… but he didn’t hear it. Even if he had, he wouldn’t understand it.

  But he… felt it.

  A light touch.

  Her fingers extended and touched his palm.

  Not a grip, but a touch… as if saying: "Don’t stop."

  He looked at her.

  The beauty in her wasn’t magazine type, nor even dream type… but something else.

  Beautiful because it was dangerous.

  Beautiful because it was real, wild, and untamed.

  He said in a trembling voice:

  "I… I’m not sure what I’m doing."

  But she didn’t answer.

  She just looked at him… like seeing a creature for the first time, wanting to taste it.

  Then she rested her head on the ground… and closed her eyes.

  As if saying: continue.

  He reached for her shoulder this time.

  Started applying.

  Her skin was warm… soft… pulsing under his fingers.

  And the ointment?

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