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Total silence.
Like a little kitten.
Light-footed and careful.
Acheron followed Sol's steps to the Platinum Guest Room she had visited several times before.
It was impeccably clean and tidy, bright and airy, filled with the scent of sunlight.
It was nothing like the pink, ambiguous place she had imagined—despite the fact that this man did indeed have a bit of a flirtatious streak.
No matter how many times she came here, she was still surprised.
Especially today. She would undergo a physical examination here.
"Mei, no need to be so nervous. It's just a simple check."
Walking beside her, Sol reassured gently, "We'll hold hands and sense the flow of energy. After that, only a few key nodes—like the lower abdomen, the center of the back. Nothing private."
"…"
Acheron grew even more nervous, her body reacting in advance.
Every place Sol had mentioned began to tingle faintly.
As if his words had taken physical form, brushing lightly over those areas—an almost-there sensation that made her itch with restless anticipation.
"Mmm~" Sol sensed the change and mused, "You're this sensitive already? Even words alone are triggering your senses. Your emotions and thoughts are a bit overly active."
"Is this… a serious condition?" Acheron asked with concern. "If it requires treatment, will it be difficult?"
Facing the possibility of falling back into Nihility, she had to be cautious.
If she had never seen the light, she could have endured Nihility's erosion forever.
But now, having experienced the wondrous reality of recovery, she was utterly unwilling to sink back into that muddy abyss.
"No. This is a normal phenomenon," Sol said seriously. "It's loss aversion and cognitive dissonance. You've simply recovered too much, causing a temporary imbalance."
"As for treatment, ordinary desensitization therapy will suffice. But since Nihility and Hope both touch the soul, the desensitization may require stronger stimulation—or a longer healing period."
Through this time of observation and interaction, he had already identified the root of her condition.
Compared to common psychological issues, hers involved bodily changes as well.
The power of Nihility dulled the senses—an elephant seemed like air, nothing mattered.
The light of hope sharpened the senses—even the vitality of a single green leaf could move one deeply.
Having fallen profoundly into Nihility, Acheron had abruptly accepted a highly awakened Light of Hope. Calling it a clash of ice and fire would not be an exaggeration.
The dual qualitative transformation of body and soul made her condition especially intense. For an ordinary person, it would probably mean greatly flinching at the slightest brush upon an erogenous zone.
Acheron's reaction was already extremely restrained—proof that an Emanator who could endure the suffering of Nihility possessed formidable willpower, not easily drowned by Elation.
"That does sound like the crux of my condition."
Following Sol's diagnosis, Acheron carefully sensed the changes within herself.
Then she fully agreed.
Just as he had said, that was precisely her issue.
She couldn't help but praise him. "I didn't expect you to be so skilled in medicine as well."
Before her, he must have saved many others—perhaps even worked as a doctor on the side.
Her curiosity about him deepened. He truly was a good person.
"Of course. I suggest you call me a miracle doctor."
Sol accepted the compliment without hesitation.
Caring for each girlfriend's physical and mental health was an essential quality of a good boyfriend.
Like how Nicole was always jealous and prone to anger—fortunately, his dual guidance kept her in a good mood.
Though generally, a good boyfriend probably only had one girlfriend.
Then again, with greater ability came greater responsibility. He was bravely shouldering social responsibility.
"Hehe~" Acheron smiled despite herself, her mood relaxing. "Then, Miracle Doctor, how should I be treated?"
"Long-term adaptive therapy. No special conditions needed—normal life will gradually restore you to perfect balance." Sol shook his head slightly, a hint of regret in his tone. "But it may take years for Nihility and Hope to reach perfect Equilibrium within you."
"If I recover naturally, it would surely be a wonderful and memorable time." Acheron's eyes held faint longing, then regret. "Unfortunately, Nihility is still devouring worlds, and the galaxy remains in turmoil. I'm not at a point where I can stop and rest."
"Then what about desensitization therapy?"
She wanted to remember every experience clearly.
In this period of heightened sensitivity, the sensory feedback would be stronger, more vivid—worth engraving deeply in memory.
But the battle was not over. She still had to take up her blade again.
"I'll regulate the energy within your body and perform certain actions to stimulate your emotions and physical responses."
Sol wore an innocent smile and said earnestly, "Recovery will be fast—but the stimulation will be significant. Beyond imagination."
"…"
At the sight of that pure smile, Acheron suddenly felt uneasy.
He had worn the same expression at breakfast—
Praising her again and again until she kept adding desserts, until the table was full.
She pressed her lips together and tested cautiously, "Specifically… how intense?"
"Hehe." Sol laughed softly, then suddenly took her hand. "A small test, and you'll know."
Agile as a fluttering butterfly, he easily unfolded her pale, slender palm and interlaced their fingers.
"—!?"
Before Acheron could react, their hands were tightly clasped. Her body stiffened and trembled faintly.
She felt the strange tickle along her skin, the scorching warmth of his palm.
Blazing. Turbulent. Brimming with power.
The heat flowed from their joined hands like a surging torrent, spreading everywhere.
Thump. Thump.
Her heartbeat.
Her face flushed crimson, as enchanting as pale peach blossoms in bloom.
Yet—
Though deeply stirred, the sensation was overall comforting, dependable.
If it were only this, she could endure three hours.
Her voice trembling slightly, Acheron said, "This level of treatment… I can accept."
"Not quite."
Sol lightly traced her palm, channeling the power of light into it.
"—Ah…!?"
In that instant, Acheron's body went utterly rigid.
An overwhelming penetration.
Overwhelming heat.
Overwhelming warmth.
Overwhelming strength.
As though the far shore she longed for had manifested in this very moment.
A crystalline surge of pleasure like molten lava coursed through her veins and meridians, roaring through her body—through her soul.
Her body went limp, her skin turning the same rosy hue as her face.
She lost the strength to stand, her mind dizzy, stars spinning in her vision.
How could it feel… this good?
Sol caught the collapsing Acheron in his arms, temporarily halting the infusion. "Now that's real treatment. How does it feel?"
"Very comfortable~"
The response slipped from her instinctively. It took her quite a while to regain clarity.
She tried weakly to rise from his embrace, but couldn't manage it.
So instead, with her cheeks burning, she lowered her head and pretended nothing had happened—her heart still racing.
How embarrassing.
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