Munetsuchi

According to Mugen, he didn't want Yume too broken. She could take that many ways, but she knew of the cursed tags, perhaps demons were into mind-breaks of a less than life altering variety. Like the kind that happened for the moment instead of the kind that turned into complete and total bad ends. Whatever the case, she seemed just a little bit amused by what was said and found herself smirking regardless. Too bad, the jovial and light-hearted musings of the girl would be lost for a moment. After explaining why she didn't wish to go out naked, it was stated that maybe she'd end up satisfying the lad one day, even if it wasn't her. "Ewww, that is a horrifying thought..." she murmured. It seemed this girl had few fears in life, but didn't like the idea of her image being something this boy could connect with his own happiness anymore.

Whatever the case, Mugen seemed to be fixing up his bedroom and even the little shadow of Miyuki seemed to go away as well. That was quite nice and they would be on their way. But of course there was at least one more thing the girl would have to deal with. When she'd decided this lad's mind needed breaking, it was apparently the case that his body had been left where it was while his mind traveled to her first day of lessons. "That's a bit of a pain isn't it?" she murmured. It was annoying to think the lad didn't actually know how very over they were. Besides that it wouldn't really be a fitting punishment if he didn't have those memories to go out into the world with. Besides he'd get the wrong idea about them potentially reconciling if he didn't get them back. "So, will they break his brain? It'd be sort of pointless to give them back to him and then have to break up with him again..." she hypothesized as she stepped back into the throne room. Hm, everything felt quite different, with her senses properly open.

Yume seemed quite disgusted by the idea of enabling Miyuki's happiness, even indirectly. As Mugen saw it, however, she had nothing to worry about. "Don't think much of it. You see... Karma has its ways. Those who deserve the worst will get the worst. For every positive someone like that receives, the negative will be overall doubled so long as they keep on the same track," he explained. In regards to the sudden plural pronoun usage, Mugen figured Yume would understand fully once she saw Miyuki again.

Once they returned to the throne room, a question was presented. Yume wished to know if receiving those memories would break the human boy's mind, and in truth... Mugen couldn't say for certain. He shrugged initially. There was only one factor that could determine the stability of a person's mind. "That depends on him. Strength of mind is something determined in a moment, based on one's own emotional responses and how they choose to deal with them in regards to the information being processed. One could choose to reflect on memories like those and be perfectly fine after a time. Alternatively, one could take zero responsibility and... well, what doesn't better you, makes you lesser. A bit of a bonus lesson for you," he instructed. Of course, Mugen knew how the boy would most likely react. Even with that being the case, humans had a propensity for surpassing their own limits in numerous ways. It may have been a small chance, but there remained a chance nonetheless that Miyuki would reflect on those memories and be fine eventually.

Yume was quite disgusted by the idea of having anything to do with Miyuki's happiness. As far as she was concerned, his happiness and her had nothing to do with each other and she didn't want them entwining at all. Of course, that could have just been the spite talking, or it could have been her continued digust at the type of manipulation she saw him as being capable of. Whichever the case was, it was at least a little comforting, that Karma in this world seemed to be so proactive. "I guess it's good that karma isn't just something people talk about to make themselves feel better," she stated. She knew in the world she'd come from people spoke of karma as a form of justice but knew that more often than not, some wrongs would never see true consequences. At least, she could rest easy knowing that if he remained as he was, he'd pay for it...

Speaking of recompense, there was apparently the matter of the lad's returned memories. For all Yume knew, returning his mind to him with the memories of her own debauchery might break him in some way. And Mugen's words on the matter implied that it was possible that could happen, but this wasn't the sort of thing that could be mediated ahead of time. Mugen's lesson in this form was that if it didn't make you better it would make you lesser. This was considered a bonus to her previous lessons and she supposed if she applied the logic of her earlier situations to this, she could say that attaching herself to Miyuki permanently would have made her incapable of reaching even her current height, making her lesser in the grand scheme of things. "Sou ka, so it one of those free will choices," she said seeming to understand the whole of the situation in theory. So what did she think? Well, a kid's cartoon movie had once mentioned either running from an experience or learning from it, given the profound impact of such a statement, she didn't think it a good thing to do for either of them to stand in the way of the lad learning his lesson. If he collapsed it would be no one's fault but his own, if he learned from it, maybe he could live a happy life without ever darkening her doorstep again. If she was being fair, the latter was in general what she wanted for most people after they'd done their due diligence. "After some consideration, he should definitely get his memories back. I won't stand in the way of someone else's learning opportunity. Even if the lesson is particularly tough," she concluded with a light giggle. "Alright, I guess I am watching someone's mind roll a d20 today~" she stated, wondering if that might have been giving the lad a bit too much credit.

Yume's response implied a belief that Karma couldn't always apply. From the sound of things, her world didn't have such direct uses of the phenomenon... though Mugen knew better. "Karma always has its place, and will always have its way. Rack up enough, and even another lifetime won't save you from the consequences of your own actions," he asserted firmly. Across many lives, one picked up many things. Among those things was an understanding of how connected they all were in the end.

Moving on, Yume had a decision to make regarding her former... pet? At this point, Mugen wasn't sure what to call the creature in human form, but he couldn't personally consider it much of a human. Humans were magnificent creatures with limits beyond the stars themselves. This one was instead content to lower his own ceiling continuously. Among the things Mugen could not abide, that was perhaps the most grievous. Yume's decision was to grant the lad his memories, thus granting an opportunity for self-improvement. Though Mugen didn't believe improvement would come in any reasonable time, he could respect the decision. "Then there's only one thing to do. You should know how to transfer memories without... frankly debasing yourself by now," he said, standing by while that vegetable of a boy sat in wait for his own awakening. Miyuki didn't even have a clue what was happening. In having his consciousness returned, he could have believed no time had passed since it was ripped out. In this case however, it seemed he would be receiving all that missing time instead. How would things play out from there?

Apparently, life times worth of Karma could be built up in such a way that even dying wouldn't save you from your past mistakes. Yume for a moment tried to imagine a person insane enough to get themselves into that much trouble. She couldn't rightfully imagine it. How could someone actually be crazy enough to keep doing things that didn't work? She supposed the worlds had all sorts of people in them, it should be likely to encounter any kind of person, that being said, it seemed a bit unreasonable for someone to actually amass a bunch of negative karma enough to bleed through their semi-infinite lives. "Be mindful of sticking points. And don't act like a spoilt entitled crazy person, got it~" she said seeming to have come to a few conclusions about the sorts of people who had to live with more than a little bit of karma in the negatives from one life to another.

But their happy lessons would once again find themselves detouring around Miyuki. As the lad sat on the floor, Yume found herself staring at his rather annoying looking visage. She couldn't exactly place why, but now that her eyes were actually on him, she just felt annoyed all over again. Luckily enough, (likely for both of them), Mugen was still around to distract her a bit. He seemed to understand her decision to afford the lad his memories but would leave it to her to undertake it. She supposed that was only fair, as the boy's consciousness moving was indeed her own doing. She wouldn't exactly be putting the work of righting things on anyone else. She wasn't irresponsible. Besides, Mugen was quite right, she did have the necessary knowledge, between what he'd given her directly and what she'd taken from her gifted hat, to put together a way to restore the lad without having to touch him in an intimate way. Alright! She could do this... she raised her right hand to her mouth and blew into it gently. There was a mix of mana and magic there, that looked like a tiny seedling of blue fire. It would be about all that was required to magically restore the lad's memories based on her understanding of such things as an onmyoji. Still there was the method of delivery which she spent a bit of time thinking about with that little seedling pulsing in her hand. "Delivery method wasn't something I thought of initially," she mused, seeming to find a light-hearted sentiment in herself for just a second. But... it wouldn't last. No she drew back her right hand and immediately slapped it into the lad's left cheek. And then, just to make sure his brain properly restarted, she followed up with an immediate left to the other side of his face. She didn't know why, but somehow she felt better. An amused expression settled on her face, immediately after. That was oddly satisfying. Well, it did make sense, she'd started her day in this world by slapping the lad in her human form, a couple of slaps from her current form was the most ironic ending to this day.

Another lesson given, another lesson learned. Mugen didn't find it necessary to deliver all lessons in the form of mana, as moments like these benefited greatly from verbal teachings. Other things, however... were best learned by feeling. Yume had the necessary information to share Miyuki's own memories with him, and she produced those memories by breathing them as flame into her hand. Just then, Mugen felt that all spite hadn't left her just yet. One would wonder how she thought to deliver that hint of mana. Ah... but she didn't leave him waiting very long.

Not at all for the first time today, the sound of skin colliding with skin resonated throughout the throne room. It happened once, it happened twice, though neither time was for the same reason as the similar sounds of earlier. Yume had two hands ─ both were for Miyuki's face. Mugen laughed, knowing the second collision didn't even carry memories with it. Just the same, it would have purpose. Miyuki received the first slap and experienced the rush of traumatizing memories that accompanied it. In that moment, he became conscious again. Also in that moment, he was perfectly aware of the second slap meant only to hurt. The boy reeled from a combination of pain and a massive influx of information to the mind. How would he take he information itself, though? He saw every moment of Kaguya's downfall at once. Everything flowed through his mind like an accelerated video, with Kaguya's goodbye repeating throughout it all. As for how he took it all... the sign was somewhere between Mugen's sudden laughter, and the sudden wet bulge in Miyuki's breeches. "Kuhuhuhu! I should have warned about that one. The apparition would have done that earlier, but it couldn't. Looks like it all welled-up just to come out now~"

Dual slaps were delivered to the blonde haired boy's face and there was satisfaction in Yume after she did so. She assumed by the shocked looking expression on Miyuki's face that he'd both gotten back his memories and understood that the secondary slap was done not out of necessity but instead out of spite. All of this would have been glorious, even Mugen's new laughter if the reason for it had been different.

It would seem that there were quite a few things left unsaid by Miyuki. And maybe he didn't know about them before their time in this world, but at the very least his body was quite honest about enjoying the show. Yume might have just assumed it was a knee-jerk reaction but somehow given the words Mugen spoke about the situation and forgetting to warn her of it, she could assume that this was just peak sexual deviance. Even with her own sexual deviance being something known, she found this particular lack of restraint a special kind of disgusting. "Eww, I touched him..." she squealed taking a step back. Blue flames appeared in both her hands as if she intended to burn any residual traces of their physical contact away.

Just the same it had been hours since Mugen had disappeared. And in that time, Miwa had finished her studies and managed to do quite a few things concerning her new nigh absolute control over arcane wisdom. She'd studied sources and done a great deal of thought based exercises regarding them. Of course, she had an intention of seeing a particular one of her husbands this day, but that didn't matter at all. No, the woman sat as regally as she normally did, long legs stretched over the end of her throne, little black strips of cloth covering her important parts while leaving her a lot of skin showing. Her eyes were a perfect shade of blue and her hair was ornately done up just a bit. Her countanence was stunning and Yume's attention would be brought to it as somewhat amused words slipped from between her lips. "Ara? I assume he deserved those slaps. I was wondering why someone left a vegetable in the middle of the throne room..." she stated as if it was a perfectly normal thing to have happen. "Oh, but it looks like something much more important has happened today~" she seemed rather excited to be told of more pressing developments.

Miyuki sat on his knees, abandoned and assaulted... and dribbled ejaculate into his pants. As the latter occurred, Yume expressed disgust over making physical contact with the lad just moments before. Did she not like that he had a positive sexual response to everything he could see? That seemed to be the case as she aimed to literally burn off the filth of his touch. Surely it should be seen as a compliment to her attractiveness! "Shinomiya, I─" The boy tried to speak, but a pointed glare from the likes of Mugen froze him in place. It wasn't even the demon's intention to silence him; he was merely disgusted by a peculiar smell of... raw meat.

Luckily for Mugen, there was a distraction from that awful scent. At some point during Yume's first... 'lecture' of sorts, Miwa returned to the throne room. It seemed she'd left the little human sitting there while wondering why he was in such a state. "Ara? And what sort of time do you call this? I was bored out of my mind waiting for you earlier," he said, turning in the goddess's direction with an open hand gesturing toward Yume. Miwa knew there was something interesting afoot, but she didn't know the half of it. "So, I decided to make a long-term investment to fill the spaces between. I summoned an apprentice of my own, and she's already got a few impossible feats under her belt. Ne, Yu-pyon~?"

Should Yume have seen the expulsion from the lad as a compliment to her attractiveness? Maybe. A few hours ago she'd taken him ogling her a bit as a good sign, she wasn't simply being obtuse in being disgusted by him. Ah, it was a sensory thing, she realized this when Mugen shot the boy a rather paralyzing and disgusted look. It wasn't just her who felt strangely about the expulsion at all. It had such a strange feeling involved and her senses were heightened enough by her current level of perception that she understood what it was. If Mugen, tasted and smelled spicy to her. Then, this lad smelled like a pack of ground meat. But that wasn't just it either, it was like a pack of mixed meat that one picked up on clearance day at the super market and left in the fridge a couple extra days. It was pretty close to rotting and it just wasn't appealing. Thus her rather disgusted reaction. It was at least something to consider... as she put out the fires on her hands. This wasn't even done for normal reasons either, she wanted to burn off any residual mana, purge herself of any potential influence, she even took an extra few steps back as she turned her attention to Miwa.

Oddly, Miwa found the whole of this rather interesting to watch, but Mugen's words questioning her appearance here and now was rather pointed. She scoffed seemingly offended by the question itself. "I call it pretty fast time considering all that I was looking into. It's not every day one has their base order in the world change. I had to figure out the limits. And... I was studying the Source... A single day's time is far from excessive in this case," she stated. Well, it didn't seem to matter much as Mugen had indeed done the thing she'd thought. And he'd gotten and given an introductory lesson to an apprentice. He called her a long term investment and the goddess could see that. He claimed she'd done some impossible things already, but there were several things in those few words which made the woman's brow quirk. In the meantime, Yume felt the nagging urge to introduce herself rather formally. Maybe because of who this woman reminded her of? "Asakura Yume desu, yoroshiku onegaishimasu!~" she said bowing to the goddess she'd learned a bit about from both Qin and Mugen.

"Oh? Another polite child. I'm Miwa, Goddess of Arcane Wisdom, though I am sure that part is obvious," she said knowing her husbands wouldn't choose complete idiots as their apprentices. The girl would find herself under rather intense scrutiny as those magical eyes of the goddess seemed to peer through her to a great extent. "What is she wearing? And did you say you summoned her? From where? How? And... this still doesn't explain the vegetable in the middle of the throne room and you seem to have gone a bit overboard as well. Her inmon is even more pronounced than mine!" Miwa exclaimed. Of course these weren't complaints. This was bound to be a secondary lively day for her. She'd await answers while staring at Yume and taking in her physical features and the markings on her body, as well as the strange clothing that seemed to fall outside of normal understanding.

In Miwa's opinion, it was a very small amount of time she spent away from the throne room, given all the things she had to experiment with. Mugen sighed, believing she undertook her studies in a less optimal way than an alternative he had in mind. "You're not wrong; half a day is nothing compared to a human lifetime. Though you could have reduced it even more with a little... inspiration backing you. Maybe I even have some insight to offer? Who knows?" he asked rhetorically and somewhat cryptically. Ah, but none of that was important now. Miwa's absence and Anais's business kept him just bored enough to make an epic discovery, who would now be found introducing herself to the goddess.

Many questions begged answers, as one would expect in a situation like this. For some reason, Miwa was even still curious about that half-rotten brat on the floor, though Mugen supposed he could answer that while addressing a matter of actual importance. "I did say I summoned her. I used an old trick ─ one I wasn't sure would work. Using the Little Doe as a catalyst was enough of a boost to make it function exceptionally, pulling someone she knows from Gaia," the demon explained. Not once did he mention exactly what sort of spell was used, but he also viewed it as something of little consequence. "The inmon's strength has nothing to do with me. She decided it was a good idea to become my little plaything~♥" he added. "As for what she's wearing... that is both of the two feats I mentioned. She's wearing a Great Old One of Fomalhaut: The Living Flame Cthugha."