The body and appearance she had shaped for herself left even the rational Lynn stunned. It was not the unviewable beauty of the Feather Pen, nor the way the Mother Tree of Desire purely stirred his possessiveness. It was... it was as though this girl had been designed specifically for him, perfectly exploiting every last weakness he had.
But... but he couldn't!
And why?
Why did he keep feeling that, even without the potions' influence, Eve was inherently filled with desire for him, with an intense urge to have something happen between them?
In an instant, Lynn's pupils dilated sharply.
Could it be...
His mind suddenly recalled an accident that had occurred while he was catalyzing her inside that embryo.
M!!
That sinful skill!
Yes, he remembered now. While catalyzing and nurturing her, he had used that sinful skill on the lingering thoughts of the Old Days more than once. Back then, however, he had only wanted to suppress their unrest, without considering anything else, because it was one of his few methods of attacking the mind.
Could it be...
Lynn stared stiffly at the intricate, almost instinctive desire in Eve's eyes.
(꒪Д꒪)!!
That was it! That had to be it!
Heavens! What had he done! Since those lingering thoughts were components of her will, had she absorbed those intense fluctuations of desire into her consciousness's primordial source when she was born? And because she loved him, had all that desire been directed at him?
Eve hadn't gone bad. She had been broken from the moment she was born!
He was the one who had broken her!
Because, following that logic, it meant he had personally created an Origin with an intense desire for him.
"Wait!!"
Lynn tried to explain, his face twisting into a 0ДQ expression.
But it was