Theo answered slowly and it was clear there was something he wasn’t telling me. Cane, with his unruly nature, wouldn’t be so obedient to Theo’s orders unless there was a reason.

There had to be something that gave Theo an undeniable advantage over Cane.

Judging by Theo’s attitude, he wasn’t likely to reveal what that advantage was, nor was he likely to take up Cane’s time. Which meant I’d be forced to face Cane in the morning.

I couldn’t just ask Theo for help either, especially as Cane might be watching the whole exchange. In this delicate situation, I had to carefully manage Cane’s reactions while trying to keep everything under control.

“You two have a great relationship.”

I muttered bitterly and Theo chuckled.

“It’s not so much that we have a good relationship…”

He rubbed the end of his eyebrow, a familiar gesture.

“It’s more that we’ve learned to live together.”

***

I wish someone would teach me how to live with Cane.

I agreed with Theo to meet at least once a day to talk. He seemed to enjoy my dependence on him. I wanted to curse the smug look on his face. It was clear that he had no regrets about kidnapping me.

He seemed quite content to have me in his power.

Cane was no different. Despite the chaos he caused yesterday, breaking things left and right, he turned up on time, whistling as if nothing had happened.

Having had such intense s*x the day before, I was surprisingly more relaxed than usual. My body still felt hot and my mind a little fuzzy, but I wasn’t panting in anticipation of Cane’s touch.

Without saying a word, Cane rummaged through a black bag. There were no expensive tools inside, of course. The rare and expensive equipment – apparently few even in Seyon – had been smashed to pieces by Cane’s hands.

Despite his humming, I couldn’t help but notice that Cane was not in a good mood. His eyes seemed colder than usual, which gave me that impression.

Why was he in such a bad mood?

Could he still be holding on to the fact that I had been looking for the key? Or was it the conversation I had with Theo about Cane and their dynamic that had upset him? Or maybe I was just reading too much into things, being overly sensitive.

On the surface, he seemed excited, so maybe it was just me, nervously reading into his mood and feeling unsettled for no reason.

“Hello, Doctor.”

Cane finally greeted me casually as he climbed onto the bed.

“Hello, Cane.”

I forced myself to respond calmly to his greeting. The memory of his violent behavior was still fresh in my mind, but showing fear or trembling might only provoke Cane further.

I wanted to be compliant, to avoid unnecessary confrontation and the potential for further harm. I wasn’t interested in pushing Cane’s buttons or making the situation worse.

“Congratulations on your reunion with Theo.”

He said with a mischievous grin, although something was unsettling about his expression.

As someone who had spent decades counseling patients, I could tell that Cane was not in a good mood.

“It was something that had to happen at some point.”

“Yes, you looked like a dog that had finally found its owner after years of being lost.”

“…”

“I didn’t mean it as an insult, I meant like a little puppy. A puppy.”

“Just say puppy next time, Cane.”

I sighed as I corrected his words.

“One person goes around smashing things like a madman and pounding on your pretty little hole, while another leads the kidnapping and pretends to be the good guy…”

He clicked his tongue softly. Cane was back to his usual complaining and trash-talking.

I couldn’t shake the strange feeling I had. Was Cane… jealous? But I couldn’t just ask him that. Cane wasn’t like Theo. If I asked a question like that, there was no telling how he would react.

As he spoke, Cane was already rubbing his hardened d*ck against my thigh. He was holding a tube of gel that he had taken from his pocket. It was impossible to predict what he would do next.

I needed to find out exactly why he was upset. Understanding the flow of his emotions was the key to managing this situation – and perhaps even using it to my advantage. But how could I subtly tap into his feelings without making it obvious?

“I’m sorry if I upset you.”

I whispered. I had no desire to apologize, but sometimes people must bend their beliefs for the sake of the greater good.

“Which part? Talking trash about Theo and me? Or maybe going through my bag while I was sleeping?”

“I have never spoken ill of you. What I’m apologizing for is… going through your pockets.”

“Unless my ears are broken, I’m pretty sure I heard things like ‘causing chaos’, ‘being scary’ and ‘going wild’… sounded like a lot of talks to me.”

Cane chuckled softly.

“And then you threw a tantrum while taking Theo’s c*ck in that naughty hole.

He lifted my wet hole and slipped a finger inside.

“Aaah!”

Even his fingers were too tight as I held my legs together and I was n*ked when I remembered his order to remain undressed. I expected him to say a word of thanks, but he seemed to be in a worse mood than I expected.

It was jealousy. I looked up at Cane, who seemed to react even more strongly than Noel or Theo.

“Ah, hng… It’s my body, you made it that way.”

I said, panting, trying to say something that would please him. I tried to choose my words carefully – words that would also subtly irritate the other two and at the same time provoke Cane. It was in my interest to play both sides.

His fingers probed my hole in a slow circle. My legs went limp. Cane spread them wider and added another finger.

My greedy hole twitched and tightened around his fingers, even though I’d already eaten his c*ck to my satisfaction yesterday.

“Why do you keep reminding me? Do you want me to explore other parts too?”

As expected, a madman is unpredictable. He had come to try something new, yet he subtly shifted the responsibility onto me. It was infuriating. Still, it seemed that my words had improved Cane’s mood if only a little.

He had already regained his composure and looked more at ease.

Suddenly a strange thought crossed my mind. Theo had clearly said that he fully accepted the idea that the other personalities were all part of the same body. That’s why he claimed that it didn’t matter if I had s*x with one of the other personalities. He had implied that Cane and Noel would feel the same way.

However, Cane often showed subtle signs of sensitivity whenever I was intimate with Theo. He would compare our moments together to the s*x I had with Theo, either mocking or teasing me, revealing a faint hint of jealousy. It was clear that, despite Theo’s claims, Cane wasn’t completely indifferent to what was going on between us.

Given this, it seems that while the personalities tolerate sharing intimacy with me, they haven’t fully integrated. This leads to a sense of competition and they seem to feel a subtle jealousy. The rivalry between them suggests that their bond isn’t as unified as Theo claims.

“Hah, another part? Where exactly?”

My confidence soared. The more I learned, the more powerful I felt.

Cane grinned at my bold question, amusement flickering in his eyes.

His fingers swirled inside my v*ginal walls and slid out. Slowly the finger, glistening with my juices, slid further down. It pressed firmly against the chrysanthemum-shaped, half-closed spot. It was slick with the juices flowing from my p*ssy lips.

My body stiffened and another moan escaped me. My legs went rigid.

The tip of his finger had slipped into my anus.

“Here.”

A cruel smile flashed.

***

f*cking bastard.

I froze completely, chewing on my curse words. I didn’t rebel, I didn’t refuse. But I couldn’t help the physiological rejection. It was a place I’d never put anything in before, never thought about it, not even during s*x with Theo.

“Aaahhh…”

I was on my stomach, arse up, feeling his p*nis enter my p*ssy. Even as I tensed my arse, expecting it to be pierced at any moment, I felt my juices dripping from Cane’s p*nis as it slowly filled and withdrew from my hole, my v*ginal walls quivering with pleasure.

“Ha, Doctor, your hole is still so tight, even after all Theo has done to it, hmm, why is it so tight?”

“Mmmm, hmmm…hmmm…”

“This hole takes a man’s c*ck so well, it’s going to be amazing back there.”

As he muttered these perverse words, Cane slowly probed my an*al opening. The feel of his fingers against the sensitive, vulnerable flesh made me gasp.

“Oh, you’re going to cut my c*ck. Doctor.*

He slapped my arse. The rubbing of the mole was a bonus.

“Ughhhh!”

I moaned reflexively, my p*ssy clenching and cl*t tightening as I swallowed my juices from just one stroke of the point.

“Ha… a real work of art. You.”

Cane exhaled lazily and stroked my arse. The slow thrust of his c*ck into my hole was still there. The dip, dip, regular gurgle of water sounded erotic at the junction.

He began to rub my anus again. His strokes were forceful as if he was about to thrust in.

“It’s pink here too. You’ve bloomed and are just begging to be f*cked.”

I gasped and stiffened.