Celia’s expression turned ugly.
“What did you say?! What do you mean?! Was it my idea to be on the bottom?!”
She sat up abruptly, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders.
“It’s this stupid system giving me such high sensitivity! What am I supposed to do?! You think I want to be tormented by you every time?!”
Onyxia was startled by Celia’s fierce reaction and mumbled quietly, “But you always seemed really happy on the bottom. Last night, you were clinging to my waist, telling me to go faster…”
The voice was soft, but in the quiet bedroom, anyone who wasn’t deaf could hear it.
Celia’s body stiffened.
Her face reddened at a visible speed—from her cheeks to her ears, from her ears to her neck.
This time it wasn’t shyness.
It was pure rage.
“O—nyx—i—a—!!!”
Her voice made the windows shake.
Onyxia shrank her neck and immediately apologized.
“I’m sorry!”
She sounded sincere.
But Celia wasn’t listening anymore.
Only one phrase echoed in her mind—clinging to my waist, telling me to go faster.
“I’ll remember this, Onyxia. I can’t beat you alone, but two of me should be enough!!!”
She closed her eyes, and her consciousness plunged into the system space.
“Celia? What… what are you doing?”
No response.
One second, two seconds, three seconds passed.
Celia opened her eyes.
They burned with a strange light.
“I’ve chosen.”
Her voice was terrifyingly calm.
“You… what did you choose?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Celia’s body began to glow.
The light grew brighter, more intense, and then—pop.
The light dissipated.
Before Onyxia could react, before she could even lower her hand that shielded her eyes, she felt a pair of arms wrap around from behind, locking her arms tightly.
She looked down.
Pale hands, long fingers, distinct knuckles.
They were familiar—she felt them every morning when she was held.
She lifted her head.
In front of her, Celia sat on the bed, arms crossed, a smile curving her lips that made Onyxia’s scalp tingle.
Behind her, another Celia locked her arms tightly, warm body pressing against her back, breath brushing softly against her nape.
There were now two Celias in the bedroom.
Same face.
Same silver hair.
Same silver-gray eyes.
Same build.
Onyxia’s mouth fell open wide enough to fit an egg.
“T-t-two…”
The Celia in front stood up from the bed and walked over to her barefoot.
She crouched down, meeting Onyxia’s shock-filled eyes at eye level.
Her face was full of triumph.
“One of me can’t beat you.”
She reached out, her fingertips lightly lifting Onyxia’s chin.
“What about two?”
The Celia behind tightened her arms in sync, warm breath brushing Onyxia’s ear.
Onyxia’s tail shot straight up.
But not from fear.
From excitement.
“T-two Celias…”
Her voice trembled with intense excitement.
“What are you going to do?”
The Celia in front leaned in slowly, her nose almost touching Onyxia’s.
“What am I going to do? I’m just going to show you the consequences of running your mouth. Let you learn what it means to be a Dark Elf.”
Without another word, she kissed her.
The Celia behind simultaneously tightened her arms and pressed her lips to Onyxia’s nape.
Onyxia’s tail wagged wildly.
Finally, it’s happening.
But the next second, something went wrong.
The moment the front Celia slipped her tongue into Onyxia’s mouth, before she could savor her victory, she felt an electric current shoot from her lips straight to her tailbone.
The sensation was too familiar.
So familiar that her body went stiff.
No, it’s usually not this strong…
But before she could react, the Celia behind felt it too—the same current, the same numbness spreading from the skin of her nape throughout her body.
Both bodies’ senses exploded simultaneously.
The front Celia’s eyes went wide.
“W-wait… this isn’t right…”
Before she could finish, her legs gave out.
The Celia behind collapsed too.
Both were drained of all strength at the same time—one falling forward, one falling backward.
The front Celia tumbled straight into Onyxia’s arms, her face buried in her chest, trembling uncontrollably.
The back Celia collapsed onto the bed, silver hair splayed across the pillow, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
“H-how…”
The front Celia struggled to get up, but before she could, Onyxia grabbed her by the chest.
Both Celias moaned at the same time.
Onyxia looked down at the Celia trembling in her arms, then looked back at the other Celia trembling just as much on the bed.
Her tail wagged even faster.
“So,” she said, realization dawning in her voice, “the sensations from both bodies are shared?”
The front Celia tried to glare at her, but her eyes had lost focus, making the glare look more like a flirt.
“Even… even amplified…”
Onyxia’s eyes lit up.
She pulled the Celia in her arms tighter and reached her other hand toward the one on the bed.
“Does that mean if I touch one, both of them feel it?”
Both Celias’ eyes went wide.
“D-don’t!”
The front Celia tried to retreat, but Onyxia had her locked tight.
The back Celia tried to roll away, but her body was too weak to move.
“No! I have to deactivate the clone!”
The front Celia closed her eyes, her consciousness frantically reaching the system panel.
Then she froze.
“What the hell?! What do you mean, ‘body reaction too intense, cannot cancel clone’?!”
“Is that even a thing?! Why does such a rule exist?! Is this damn system messing with me?!”
Onyxia watched the two panicking Celias, her grin widening.
“Looks like the system is on my side.”
Both Celias looked up, their eyes filled with terror.
“D-don’t come near…”
But Onyxia was already moving.
Her hands landed simultaneously on both Celias’ waists—the most sensitive spot she had discovered through long effort.
In an instant.
Both Celias’ bodies tensed up.
Then double the sensation flooded into the same consciousness.
The front Celia went limp in Onyxia’s arms, letting out a broken whimper.
The back Celia collapsed completely onto the bed, silver hair splayed, curling into a ball and shaking violently.
“Ah—!”
Both voices cried out at once, then cut off abruptly.
“That fast.”
She looked down at the Celia in her arms—eyes vacant, cheeks flushed, lips slightly open but unable to make a sound.
Her tail wagged happily.
“So this is the real use of ‘Double Joy.'”
She whispered softly into the Celia’s ear.
“You… you pervert…”
Two weak voices said simultaneously.
Onyxia smiled.
“Thanks for the compliment. Now let me savor both of you…”
This was the first time Celia had ever wanted to pass out.
But the damned Ocean Dragon Soul was now doubled.
Her brain was forcefully dragged back to consciousness, every nerve screaming.
The more her consciousness tried to sink, the more that force yanked it back up…