Naoki Sato stepped onto the threshold of his niece’s residence, marking his first visit to Akane’s home in a long interval.
As a corporate slave navigating the exhausting velocity of adult society, Naoki had been heavily pushed by his parents’ persistent anxiety: “We are deeply concerned about Akane.” Disturbed by his niece’s increasing withdrawal into isolation, he had resolved to cross her perimeter, determined to calculate her internal alignment.
He engaged the intercom, but the initial input yielded no acoustic response. After a sequence of persistent calls, Akane finally unsealed the door.
Emerging silently from the dim vacuum of the unlit corridor, she locked her eyes onto his coordinates, staring without a word.
“…What are you here to extract?” Akane spat, her voice entirely devoid of warmth.
“Nothing special. I merely intended to verify your face. Your parents are experiencing a high level of anxiety regarding your status.”
At Naoki’s explanation, Akane slightly shifted the geometry of her brow, her features souring with clear revulsion. Seeking to stabilize the communication channel, Naoki engineered his way past the threshold, though Akane’s countenance remained heavily saturated with irritation.
“…If you came here to deploy a lecture, abort it. I operate under my own internal calculations.”
Though slightly aggravated by her hostility, Naoki stabilized his breathing, attempting to map the hidden variables of her intellect.
But in that exact split second, a violent torque seized his visual field. A severe vertigo overrode Naoki’s system. His consciousness dissolved into a gray void; his perception dropped into pitch-black darkness.
When his sensory grid recalibrated, he found himself seated within the enclosure of the room—yet he was no longer steering his native mass. He was trapped inside the biology of Akane.
“……What… is this configuration?”
Akane, currently pilot-operating his own masculine form, stood over him, a slow, calculated smile surfacing on his old lips. Her former hostility had completely evaporated, replaced by a deep, dark satisfaction.
“Uncle, since the parameters have been reset, why don’t you execute the school routine on my behalf? Your corporate life is nothing but a tedious simulation anyway, correct?”
“Don’t screw with me! I am not Akane…!”
The impulse to scream was instantaneous, but the realization that his words were being filtered through Akane’s vocal cords struck him like a physical blow. Shocked by the acoustic output of his own mouth, Naoki reflexively sealed his lips.
Before his intellect could calculate whether to accept the proposition, Akane utilized the heavy leverage of his native body and exited the room, leaving him behind.
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