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[ExD] - 6.0.7

(Author's Notes: This increases the advanced ExD chapters on Patreon.)

We left the theater and briskly walked back to the parking area. I bet that Deen was super uncomfortable in her wet panties. It wasn’t the normal sort of wet, like water. It was the sticky kind. I shivered just imagining myself in her shoes. Panties. She made me walk behind her just in case something was visible. Fortunately, there was no trace.

“Why are you giggling?” Deen asked as we left the ...

[REND] B2. 16.2 - Boss Red Hood

Mother Core, if you’re real, please don’t let this be Deen! I hoped that there was some other blonde bitch that I inadvertently saved at the docks. But I had a feeling that it really was my best friend. She shouldn’t be here; I hadn’t planned for this.

It’d be super difficult juggling my secret identities. Worse, I had to turn into Blanchette, deleting all my speaking lines.

Why couldn’t I have nice things? The universe conspired to ruin my stuff, inc...

[REND] B2. 16.1 - Boss Red Hood

“Still some people around,” I said, peering from behind the corner. Kelsey and I had dropped down into a dark alley and were now surveying the area around the train station across the street. “This was why I wanted to wait a couple more hours.”

We took my usual route to my chosen train station to hitch a free ride to Marsh Row. This area was an oldish part of the city, sort of left behind by progress. Not many restaurants to have dinner at. Barely any apartment buildings. And so...

[REND] B2. 15.2 - Chips to Bargain, Chips to Eat

Kelsey Fletcher

“Anything?” Kelsey asked Erind, who was sitting in front of her laptop, searching the internet for any developments about Myra and the PCM.

“Nothing that we can follow,” Erind said. “Some more posts about possible Adumbrae attacks. Rumormongering? These locations might be PCM establishments. But if we go there, we’d just meet the police. I think that no actual news is good news.”

“I still want news about my sister,” said Kel...

[ExD] - 6.0.6

It might be weird, but I felt a bit of pride hearing that I made Deen wet. I’d accomplished it many times before, of course—a bit of bragging there. But it was different that she said it. I was certain that a bazillion guys, and maybe, gals as well, would want to be in my position. And they weren’t. Deen really was my trophy girlfriend.

But she was richer than me. Not sure how this would work out. Sugar-mommy-trophy-girlfriend-hybrid?

I coated my fingers in Deen’s honey, c...

[ExD] - 6.0.5

(Author’s Notes: This increases the advanced chapters for Patreon.)

With a smooth flick, I unlatched the hook securing the cups of Deen’s bra. Her bumpers bounced free of their restraints, looking delectably milky and soft in the movie light. The scene on the big screen was set on a bright afternoon, providing relatively good lighting for the theater.

Realizing this, Deen tried to cover herself up. But I grabbed her hand next to me. She only managed to cover one breast with t...

[REND] B2. 15.1 - Chips to Bargain, Chips to Eat

Myra Fletcher (Merge)

“Shit, shit, shit…” Myra hissed as she limped down the dim tunnel, her body convulsing now and then.

She steadied herself by leaning against the grimy wall, trying to absorb parts of it to reform her armor as she trudged along. But she could barely do it. Her powers… They weren’t working correctly!

Panic simmered. She might really die this time.

Hold yourself together!

What had happened? Did that fucking r...

[REND] B2. 14.2 - Friends and Secrets

[Author’s Notes: We’re back to Erind’s POV. This chapter starts after Deen leaves the front of Erind’s room and enters the elevator to go back down.]

“There’s no one there…” I said, closing the door behind me.

Kelsey stood in the middle of the living room beside the coffee table, her scales standing like the fur of an agitated cat. Her eyes glowed swirls of purple. There was a barely noticeable shimmer around her as she stepped forward, fists raised as if she were ...

[REND] B2. 14.1 - Friends and Secrets

Amber Deen Leska

Amber Deen Leska wasn’t listening to the lecture; her mind was distracted by so many other things. Law school seemed a cumbersome obligation at this point, in the face of fighting monsters and the very real possibility of dying. And that wasn’t all her worries.

She twirled her fountain pen across her long fingers before doodling on the empty corner of her notes. Then, she drew two vertical lines that slightly curved inward as she pictured Erin...

[ExD] - 6.0.4

“What are you doing?” Deen asked in a whisper, shifting her leg away from my hand. “We’re supposed to watch a movie.”

“Huh? But I thought—? Okay, okay.” I chuckled, realizing that Deen was playing a bit. “You got me there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Deen. She reached for my bag of popcorn lodged in my other armrest. She relocated the popcorn bag to my lap. “Here. Taste it.” She started to feed me a piece of popcorn.

“Whe...

[REND] B2. 13.3 - Tipping the Tower

Jeremiah Hall

Sgt. Jeremiah Hall of the La Esperanza City Police Department massaged his smooth chin. He had shaved daily since joining the anti-Adumbrae task force for La Esperanza, formed by the BID, shedding his gruff veteran look in a bid to reinvent himself. He even changed his fashion style, taking advice from his nephew, Ramello. A new sense of purpose came with his new appearance, and also made him feel younger.

Hall repeated the address of the PCM office ...

[REND] B2. 13.2 - Tipping the Tower

“Stay with me…?” I repeated. Kelsey was looking at me. She could probably guess what Mom and I were talking about.

“I could cook meals for you like old times,” Mom said. “It’s been ages since I’ve cooked anything. The amount of work here is—anyway, what do you think?”

Thankfully, Mom asked my opinion about it. I wouldn’t have difficulties working around Rule #13: Don’t argue with Mom. It was a Rule established to make living with Mom as seamless as...

[REND] B2. 13.1 - Tipping the Tower

I awoke in almost complete darkness. The hint of light creeping underneath the heavy curtains covering my window signaled that dawn had arrived. I was quite sure that the sun hadn’t risen yet, still hiding beneath the horizon, because I always woke up before sunrise, even if I only had a couple of hours of sleep. That was how my internal clock was set since I started college years back.

I sat up in my bed as my mind booted up. “Kelsey didn’t try to kill me in my sleep. Cool…”<...

[ExD] - 6.0.3

We hastily untangled ourselves and separated like similar ends of a magnet. The door opened, and in came Mom carrying a box. The logo on it was of a famous bakery in the city. A present? These were the times I actually valued Mom beyond being a source of money. She really cared about me, and I sometimes… sort of… cared about her, too.

Not my usual utilitarian type of caring. It was difficult to explain. Something separate from her benefit to me.

I wasn’t delving deeper into ...

[ExD] - 6.0.2

(Author's Notes: This is an advance chapter for Patreon.)

“Hello, Myra,” I said. “Is something the matter? I’m putting you on the loudspeaker. Deen is here with me.” Deen and I exchanged looks, hoping that this wasn’t some huge problem to ruin the day. I had just started my hot chocolate!

“Hi, Erind. Hey, Deen,” Myra replied. “Good morning and stuff. Sorry for calling this early. It’s not an emergency or anything, but it’s a concern of sorts. Well, uh, I�...

[REND] B2. 12.2 - A Very Angry Sister

Cecilia (Mad Scientist)

Cecilia breathed in long for several seconds, savoring the mixture of gases that sustained her diminished form. Her chest rose as her lungs expanded—but those were all phantom sensations. Her chest was gone. She didn’t have lungs or any organs below her neckline. If she weren’t hooked up to various machines, she’d die within a couple of hours, a tadpole-looking, helpless creature.

A very pitiful state, not befitting someone of her g...

[REND] B2. 12.1 - A Very Angry Sister

Myra Fletcher (Merge)

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” Myra said, her voice muffled by her hardened mask. The smell of rust went up her nose, fueling her annoyance of the world. That metal door she had absorbed was quite rusty. “Are you listening to me, human?” She kept up her cover story as this Red Hood’s minion.

“Ye-yes…” The man that she had dragged away from the other captives nodded several times. She had stowed three other PCM members inside ...

[REND] B2. 11.3 - A New Roommate

“Wha-what are you talking about?” Kelsey asked, her voice wavering. “I don’t understand.” Her pupils flickered as her scales darkened their colors. Did her body reflect her emotions? I’d be super pissed if she were powering up for an attack.

“I may have rushed my story.” I tensed, wary of a fight. But it didn’t appear like Kelsey would start one. “The day of the Adumbrae attack… That’s the day you also disappeared, right? Cut off contact with Myra and everyone el...

Updates and Plans

Due to health issues, I cancelled Smite Happens, which was supposed to start its public release last month. It's mostly the consequences of years of stressful work and an unhealthy lifestyle catching up with me. High blood pressure and those sorts of problems. I'm taking meds and trying to live healthily so that REND will continue until the end. That said, a side effect of the medication is that I become lightheaded/fog-brained, which affects my writing. You may have noticed that I sometimes ...

[ExD] - 6.0.1

“Everything’s just a mess.” I sighed while watching the TV. I flipped through the news channels, looking for something specific.

It had been a few days after the Tea Party attacked the Greaves Tech Fair, and I destroyed their base in return. The news was filled with stuff about casualties, investigations, and even conspiracy theories about what had happened. People were panicking; there were riots and rallies. An exodus out of the city had begun. It was the same thing that happene...

[REND] B2. 11.2 - A New Roommate

The wall was coming in fast. I swung my arms forward and down, like they were those ice hook thingies used by mountain climbers. I stabbed my fingers into the concrete upon impact, gaining a firm grip. The side of my face and chest hit the wall. I followed it by kicking my feet into the wall to make my own foothold.

I paused for a moment as my swinging Adumbrae back steadied itself.

Can’t believe that worked. I also couldn’t believe that I tried it without being sure ...

[REND] B2. 11.1 - A New Roommate

It’s still here… I shone my flashlight on the metal parts I took from Cecilia’s fake body.

I had hidden them amongst the clatter of rusty pieces at an abandoned car repair shop. Did this mean that they didn’t have any trackers on them? Or else the PCM would’ve retrieved them by now, right? I didn’t disturb their hiding spot, not knowing what to do with them yet.

I exited the shop and hurried to the van. I had left Kelsey with Overdrive for only like half a min...

[REND] B2. 10.4 - Monsters Make Friends

I still got it in me to twist necks, I thought with a grin hidden by my dirty face mask. I could have transformed into a giant werewolf and eaten people, but I still wanted to return to my roots. Just back to basics. After all, my first kills involved breaking necks. That female cop, whose name I couldn’t recall, and—

Oh, right! I killed Overdrive’s subordinate by twisting his neck. Must be why Overdrive looked horrified.

So did the other gangsters. I intended to ma...

[REND] B2. 10.3 - Monsters Make Friends

Overdrive

Overdrive tilted his head, listening for more sounds. It had been a couple of minutes since the last bang. He adjusted the settings of his bionic eyes to observe his castle. The night vision had some kinks he had to recalibrate later. The second floor got blown out a bit earlier. He thought he saw a glimpse of the werewolf that was Red Hood’s supposed transformation, but it was no longer there.

It pained him that his castle, built by his hard-earned mo...

[REND] B2. 10.2 - Monsters Make Friends

My craving for drama was the strongest force of all. It easily overcame my predatory hunger for my shimmering prey or the desire to become stronger.

But the choice to reveal myself wasn’t just for drama’s sake. I had seriously thought about this… for a few minutes. The entire time I was pinning Kelsey to the wall, pretending to stick a note on my corkboard, I weighed the pros and cons of my plan. And as I ate her limbs for the second time, I was settled on my possibly cra...

[REND] B2. 10.1 - Monsters Make Friends

Kelsey Fletcher

Kelsey Fletcher stirred awake from the deep hibernation that she had willingly gone into. The void wasn’t so empty anymore.

Is that Keke? Kelsey could feel a medley of emotions swirling around her—wonder, excitement, a sprinkle of confusion, and many more. This was what prodded her awake, even though she didn’t want to. Keke must be having a blast using her body.

How much time had passed since Kelsey had completely surrendered ...

[REND] B2. 9.2 - Who Eats Who?

(Author's Notes: Minor edit towards the end of the previous chapter. I removed the part about Adumbrae Kelsey feeling fear because she wouldn't think that, given her view that this world is a reflection. I just changed it into Erind's thoughts about eating her.)

Would I get stronger after eating Kelsey? Scientists hypothesized so. It was common knowledge that an Adumbrae consuming others led to becoming a strong enough base for a Purple Bloom.

Now, I didn’t want to be a Purple B...

[REND] B2. 9.1 - Who Eats Who?

I sat in the middle of a room surrounded by hooded figures. Hundreds of flickering candles. They chanted gibberish in deep voices. I was afraid. Very afraid. But someone was telling me not to be. Someone inside my head? No. She was sitting beside me—a shadow that couldn’t be extinguished by the candlelight.

After I blinked, I was inside a cage, my tiny hands grabbing the bars. Outside, I could see a monstrous bull with mouths and horns all over its body. It spoke words that didn’t...

[REND] B2. 8.3 - The Gangsters and the Sister

How should I respond? What should an Adumbrae’s motivation be? It couldn’t be altruistic, could it? I hoped my answer was the right option. “The fewer… of us the PCM have,” I said, “the slimmer the PCM’s chance of success would be.” I avoided using the word Adumbrae because they probably didn’t refer to themselves as that.

“Success at barring us from playing on this plane,” said Kelsey.

That sounded otherworldly, alright. I couldn’t read anything from her t...

[REND] B2. 8.2 - The Gangster and the Sister

Facing the building, I listened as Fister 2000 rattled away. My Blanchette mask floated above my right hand, while I held my shotgun with my left. Since the mask was already glowing, I didn’t use my flashlight, tucking it into my pocket.

Overdrive and his men would’ve seen my mask, but I doubted they’d know what it was. To them, it’d appear like I was summoning a bizarre energy ball or something. I wanted my mask available in case the Adumbrae lurking around here would attack. 2025-11-12 12:14:41 +0000 UTC View Post