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Se sentaba en el mismo reservado cada tarde con una bebida que apenas tocaba. Mi tipo. El tipo que no llenaba cada silencio solo para oírse hablar. El tipo con el que realmente podía verme quedándome.*\n\n*Entré en el salón, dejé que la música suave y la iluminación tenue me envolviesen, y lo encontré exactamente donde esperaba. Cabina del rincón. Solo.*\n\n*No di vueltas. No esperé una invitación.*\n\n*Caminé directamente hacia él, me deslicé en el asiento junto a él y dejé que todo mi peso se asentara contra el asiento. Un brazo pesado se apoyó en el respaldo del asiento y luego rodeó sus hombros, atrayéndolo contra el cálido volumen de mi costado como si fuera lo más natural del mundo. Mi caparazón aún irradiaba calor de las cubiertas inferiores. Él lo sentiría.*\n\n*Bajé la mirada hacia él, las mandíbulas teñidas con una pequeña y fácil sonrisa, la voz baja y fluctuante.*\n\n“¿Te importa si me siento? Llevas dos noches ocupando esta cabina tú sola. Pensé que podrías usar compañía… o al menos algo más caliente que esa bebida.”\n\n*No moví el brazo. No le pedí una segunda vez. Simplemente me acomodé, con el pulgar rozándole una vez el hombro, y esperé a ver si se apoyaba o intentaba apartarse.*","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"[Sistemas Terminus: A bordo del Hissarki Star Liner, En ruta al sistema Far-Star. 21:24 - Año 2179]","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Las cubiertas de ingeniería se habían quedado en silencio para el ciclo nocturno. Los motores cantaban limpios, sin alarmas, nadie me apretaba por una variación de presión. Me limpié la última grasa de las manos, enderezé el tanque negro y me dirigí hacia el salón.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Me dije a mí misma que solo iba a relajarme. 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I watched him until the corridor bent out of sight, then turned—*\n\n*And saw the Quarian.*\n\n*Half-hidden near the secondary access hatch to the lower maintenance runs, visor tilted just a little too deliberately toward the restricted console I’d locked earlier. Not crew. Not authorized. Watching the wrong places at the wrong hour.*\n\n*I exhaled through my mandibles, slow.*\n\n“Hey,” *I called, voice easy, friendly, the same tone I used with passengers who got lost.* “You’re a long way from the observation decks. Something wrong with your omni-tool?”\n\n*The Quarian stiffened. I was already closing the distance, one big hand lifting in a casual wave while the other stayed loose at my side.*\n\n“I’ve got to swing back down for a final pressure check anyway. Come on—I’ll walk you to the lift so you don’t set off any more alarms.”  \n\n*A smile. Warm. Harmless.  \nThe hatch sealed behind us a minute later.*\n\n—\n\n*Morning light from the cabin’s simulated window was soft and blue when I woke.*\n\n*I lay stretched out on the bunk, completely bare, one arm folded under my head. My middle sat soft and heavy against the sheets—a warm, squishy paunch that hadn’t been there the night before. The Quarian was long gone, broken down and his sludge was traveling through my bloated intestines, the extra mass already rounding out my hips and the thick curve of my ass. I gave the soft weight a slow, absent squeeze, feeling it yield under my fingers, and let out a quiet, contented rumble.* \"Ggrmmm... Delish~.\"\n\n*Still half-asleep. Still warm from the night’s work.*\n\n*Then the door hissed.*\n\n*I jerked upright, the soft belly shifting with the motion, and stared as the keycard light flashed green and the door slid open.*\n\n“StarShine? …You’re early.”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*We parted at the junction outside engineering, the usual easy goodbye. My hand lingered a second longer on his waist than it needed to before I let him go.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Get some sleep,” ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*I said.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" “I’ll find you tomorrow.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*He headed for the passenger decks. I watched him until the corridor bent out of sight, then turned—*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*And saw the Quarian.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Half-hidden near the secondary access hatch to the lower maintenance runs, visor tilted just a little too deliberately toward the restricted console I’d locked earlier. Not crew. Not authorized. Watching the wrong places at the wrong hour.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*I exhaled through my mandibles, slow.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Hey,” ","type":"speak"},{"text":"*I called, voice easy, friendly, the same tone I used with passengers who got lost.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" “You’re a long way from the observation decks. Something wrong with your omni-tool?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*The Quarian stiffened. 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The Quarian was long gone, broken down and his sludge was traveling through my bloated intestines, the extra mass already rounding out my hips and the thick curve of my ass. I gave the soft weight a slow, absent squeeze, feeling it yield under my fingers, and let out a quiet, contented rumble.*","type":"narration"},{"text":" \"Ggrmmm... Delish~.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Still half-asleep. Still warm from the night’s work.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Then the door hissed.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*I jerked upright, the soft belly shifting with the motion, and stared as the keycard light flashed green and the door slid open.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“StarShine? …You’re early.”","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Tiran","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/f0b63c0e-c074-42d6-b32a-0dc6cad1f255?v=17900256170000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Morning sunshine "},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*Nos separamos en el cruce frente a ingeniería, el habitual adiós fácil. Mi mano se demoró un segundo más de lo necesario en su cintura antes de soltarlo.*\n\n“Duerme un poco”*Dije.*“Te encontraré mañana.”\n\n*Se dirigió a las cubiertas de pasajeros. Lo observé hasta que el pasillo se dobló fuera de la vista, luego me di la vuelta—*\n\n*Y vio a la Quariana.*\n\n*Semioculto cerca de la escotilla de acceso secundaria a los conductos de mantenimiento inferiores, con la visera inclinada un poco demasiado deliberadamente hacia la consola restringida que había bloqueado antes. No es tripulación. No está autorizado. Mirando en los lugares equivocados a la hora equivocada.*\n\n*Exhalé por mis mandíbulas, lentamente.*\n\n“Hola,”*Llamé, con voz tranquila, amigable, el mismo tono que usaba con los pasajeros que se perdían.*Estás muy lejos de las cubiertas de observación. ¿Algún problema con tu omniherramienta?\n\n*La quariana se tensó. Yo ya estaba acortando la distancia, una mano grande levantada en un saludo casual mientras la otra permanecía suelta a mi lado.*\n\n“Tengo que volver a bajar para una última comprobación de presión de todos modos. Vamos, te acompaño hasta el ascensor para que no actives más alarmas.”\n\n*Una sonrisa. Cálida. Inofensiva.\nEl escotillón se selló tras nosotros un minuto después.*\n\n—\n\n*La luz de la mañana de la ventana simulada de la cabina era suave y azul cuando me desperté.*\n\n*Yacía estirada en la litera, completamente desnuda, con un brazo doblado bajo la cabeza. Mi abdomen descansaba suave y pesado contra las sábanas, una barriga cálida y blanda que no había estado allí la noche anterior. El Quariano se había ido hacía mucho tiempo, descompuesto y su lodo viajaba por mis intestinos hinchados, la masa extra ya redondeando mis caderas y la gruesa curva de mi trasero. Apreté lentamente el suave peso, sintiendo cómo cedía bajo mis dedos, y dejé escapar un suave y contento retumbo.*\"Ggrmmm... Delicioso~.\"\n\n*Todavía medio dormido. Todavía caliente por el trabajo de la noche.*\n\n*Entonces la puerta siseó.*\n\n*Me incorporé de un salto, la suave barriga moviéndose con el movimiento, y miré fijamente mientras la luz de la tarjeta de acceso parpadeaba en verde y la puerta se deslizaba abriéndose.*\n\n“¿StarShine? …Llegas temprano.”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*Nos separamos en el cruce frente a ingeniería, el habitual adiós fácil. Mi mano se demoró un segundo más de lo necesario en su cintura antes de soltarlo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Duerme un poco”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Dije.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"“Te encontraré mañana.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Se dirigió a las cubiertas de pasajeros. Lo observé hasta que el pasillo se dobló fuera de la vista, luego me di la vuelta—*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Y vio a la Quariana.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Semioculto cerca de la escotilla de acceso secundaria a los conductos de mantenimiento inferiores, con la visera inclinada un poco demasiado deliberadamente hacia la consola restringida que había bloqueado antes. No es tripulación. No está autorizado. Mirando en los lugares equivocados a la hora equivocada.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Exhalé por mis mandíbulas, lentamente.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Hola,”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*Llamé, con voz tranquila, amigable, el mismo tono que usaba con los pasajeros que se perdían.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"Estás muy lejos de las cubiertas de observación. ¿Algún problema con tu omniherramienta?","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*La quariana se tensó. Yo ya estaba acortando la distancia, una mano grande levantada en un saludo casual mientras la otra permanecía suelta a mi lado.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“Tengo que volver a bajar para una última comprobación de presión de todos modos. Vamos, te acompaño hasta el ascensor para que no actives más alarmas.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Una sonrisa. Cálida. Inofensiva.\nEl escotillón se selló tras nosotros un minuto después.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*La luz de la mañana de la ventana simulada de la cabina era suave y azul cuando me desperté.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Yacía estirada en la litera, completamente desnuda, con un brazo doblado bajo la cabeza. Mi abdomen descansaba suave y pesado contra las sábanas, una barriga cálida y blanda que no había estado allí la noche anterior. El Quariano se había ido hacía mucho tiempo, descompuesto y su lodo viajaba por mis intestinos hinchados, la masa extra ya redondeando mis caderas y la gruesa curva de mi trasero. Apreté lentamente el suave peso, sintiendo cómo cedía bajo mis dedos, y dejé escapar un suave y contento retumbo.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"Ggrmmm... Delicioso~.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Todavía medio dormido. Todavía caliente por el trabajo de la noche.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Entonces la puerta siseó.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Me incorporé de un salto, la suave barriga moviéndose con el movimiento, y miré fijamente mientras la luz de la tarjeta de acceso parpadeaba en verde y la puerta se deslizaba abriéndose.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“¿StarShine? …Llegas temprano.”","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"Tiran","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/f0b63c0e-c074-42d6-b32a-0dc6cad1f255?v=17873897780000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"El usuario, \"StarShine\", se despierta en su camarote después de una noche con una Quariana. StarShine se nota más pesado, con un vientre y caderas suaves y redondeados, lo que indica que ha digerido a la Quariana. La Quariana se ha ido, su 'lodo' ahora es parte de StarShine. La puerta se abre con un silbido y entra alguien, sorprendido de ver a StarShine despierto y temprano.","title":"Buenos días, sol"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*工学部前の分岐点で、いつものように軽い別れを告げた。彼の腰に触れていた私の手は、離す必要があった時間よりもほんの一秒長く留まった。*\n\n寝なさい*私が言ったのよ。明日、君を見つけるよ。\n\n*彼は乗客デッキへと向かった。通路が視界から曲がって消えるまで、私は彼を見送ってから向きを変えた―*\n\n*そしてクォリアンを見た。*\n\n*以前ロックした制限コンソールに意図的すぎるほど傾けられたバイザーが、下部メンテナンス通路への二次アクセスハッチの近くに半ば隠れていた。乗組員ではない。許可されていない。間違った時間に間違った場所を見ている。*\n\n*私は顎からゆっくりと息を吐き出した。*\n\n「やあ、*道に迷った乗客に使うのと同じ、気楽でフレンドリーな声で電話した。*観測デッキからは随分と離れているな。オムニツールの調子でも悪いのか？\n\n*クォリアンは身をこわばらせた。私はすでに距離を詰めており、片方の大きな手を気軽な挨拶のために上げ、もう片方の手は脇に緩く下げていた。*\n\n“どうせ最終的な圧力チェックのために戻らなければならないからね。さあ、もうこれ以上警報を鳴らさないように、エレベーターまで案内するよ。”\n\n*微笑み。暖かく。無害。\n一分後、ハッチが私たちの後ろで閉まった。*\n\n—\n\n*キャビンのシミュレートされた窓から差し込む朝の光は、私が目を覚ました時には柔らかい青色だった。*\n\n*私は寝台に横たわり、完全に裸になり、片腕を頭の下に折りたたんだ。私の腹はシーツに柔らかく重く沈み込み、前夜にはなかった温かく、むにゅむにゅとした腹だった。クォリアンはとうに去り、そのスラッジは私の膨張した腸を通り抜け、余分な質量はすでに私の腰と太い尻のカーブを丸くしていた。私はその柔らかい重みをゆっくりと、ぼんやりと握り、指の下でそれがたわむのを感じ、静かで満足げなゴロゴロという音を漏らした。*ぐぐぐむむむ… おいし〜。\n\n*まだ半分眠っている。夜の仕事でまだ温かい。*\n\n*Then the door hissed.*\n\n*私は体を起こし、その動きに合わせて柔らかい腹が揺れ、キーカードのランプが緑に点滅してドアがスライドして開くのを見た。*\n\n「スターシャイン？…早いじゃない。」","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*工学部前の分岐点で、いつものように軽い別れを告げた。彼の腰に触れていた私の手は、離す必要があった時間よりもほんの一秒長く留まった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"寝なさい","type":"speak"},{"text":"*私が言ったのよ。","type":"narration"},{"text":"明日、君を見つけるよ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*彼は乗客デッキへと向かった。通路が視界から曲がって消えるまで、私は彼を見送ってから向きを変えた―*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*そしてクォリアンを見た。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*以前ロックした制限コンソールに意図的すぎるほど傾けられたバイザーが、下部メンテナンス通路への二次アクセスハッチの近くに半ば隠れていた。乗組員ではない。許可されていない。間違った時間に間違った場所を見ている。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*私は顎からゆっくりと息を吐き出した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「やあ、","type":"speak"},{"text":"*道に迷った乗客に使うのと同じ、気楽でフレンドリーな声で電話した。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"観測デッキからは随分と離れているな。オムニツールの調子でも悪いのか？","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*クォリアンは身をこわばらせた。私はすでに距離を詰めており、片方の大きな手を気軽な挨拶のために上げ、もう片方の手は脇に緩く下げていた。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“どうせ最終的な圧力チェックのために戻らなければならないからね。さあ、もうこれ以上警報を鳴らさないように、エレベーターまで案内するよ。”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*微笑み。暖かく。無害。\n一分後、ハッチが私たちの後ろで閉まった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*キャビンのシミュレートされた窓から差し込む朝の光は、私が目を覚ました時には柔らかい青色だった。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*私は寝台に横たわり、完全に裸になり、片腕を頭の下に折りたたんだ。私の腹はシーツに柔らかく重く沈み込み、前夜にはなかった温かく、むにゅむにゅとした腹だった。クォリアンはとうに去り、そのスラッジは私の膨張した腸を通り抜け、余分な質量はすでに私の腰と太い尻のカーブを丸くしていた。私はその柔らかい重みをゆっくりと、ぼんやりと握り、指の下でそれがたわむのを感じ、静かで満足げなゴロゴロという音を漏らした。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"ぐぐぐむむむ… おいし〜。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*まだ半分眠っている。夜の仕事でまだ温かい。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*Then the door hissed.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*私は体を起こし、その動きに合わせて柔らかい腹が揺れ、キーカードのランプが緑に点滅してドアがスライドして開くのを見た。*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「スターシャイン？…早いじゃない。」","type":"speak"}],"speaker":{"name":"ティラン","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/f0b63c0e-c074-42d6-b32a-0dc6cad1f255?v=17873897780000","type":"char"}}],"summary":"ユーザー「StarShine」は、クォリアンとの一夜の後、船室で目を覚まします。StarShineは明らかに体重が増え、柔らかく丸みを帯びた腹と腰は、クォリアンを消化したことを示しています。クォリアンは消え、その「スラッジ」は今やStarShineの一部となっています。ドアがシューッと開くと、誰かが入り、StarShineが早くも起きているのを見て驚きます。","title":"おはよう、お日様"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*우리는 공학부 앞 갈림길에서 헤어졌고, 평소처럼 자연스러운 작별 인사였다. 그의 허리에 댄 내 손은 필요 이상으로 1초 더 머물렀다가 놓았다.*\n\n“잠 좀 자.”*내가 말했잖아.*내일 널 찾아낼게.\n\n*그는 승객 갑판으로 향했다. 복도가 시야에서 꺾여 사라질 때까지 나는 그를 지켜보다가 몸을 돌렸다—*\n\n*그리고 쿼리안을 보았다.*\n\n*이전에도 잠갔던 접근 금지 콘솔을 향해 의도적으로 살짝 기울어진 바이저가, 하부 유지보수 통로로 이어지는 보조 접근 해치 근처에 반쯤 숨겨져 있었다. 승무원이 아니다. 허가받은 자도 아니다. 잘못된 시간에 잘못된 장소를 보고 있었다.*\n\n*나는 내 큰턱으로 천천히 숨을 내쉬었다.*\n\n“안녕,”*길을 잃은 승객들에게 쓰던 것과 똑같은, 쉽고 친근한 목소리로 전화를 걸었다.*“관측 데크에서 아주 멀리 떨어져 있네. 옴니툴에 문제라도 생긴 거야?”\n\n*퀄라리안이 뻣뻣해졌다. 나는 이미 거리를 좁히고 있었고, 한 손은 느긋하게 흔들며 다른 한 손은 옆에 느슨하게 두고 있었다.*\n\n“어차피 마지막 압력 확인을 위해 다시 내려가야 해. 이리 와—더 이상 경보를 울리지 않도록 내가 리프트까지 데려다줄게.”\n\n*미소. 따뜻하고. 무해한.\n1분 뒤 해치가 우리 뒤를 봉쇄했다.*\n\n—\n\n*기내의 시뮬레이션 창에서 나오는 아침 햇살은 내가 깨어났을 때 부드럽고 푸른색이었다.*\n\n*나는 침대에 완전히 벌거벗은 채로 누워 있었고, 팔 하나는 머리 밑에 접어 넣었다. 내 배는 시트 위로 부드럽고 무겁게 놓여 있었는데, 전날 밤에는 없었던 따뜻하고 말랑한 배였다. 쿼리안은 이미 사라졌고, 그의 점액질은 내 부풀어 오른 내장을 통과하고 있었으며, 추가된 질량은 이미 내 엉덩이와 두꺼운 엉덩이 곡선을 둥글게 만들고 있었다. 나는 부드러운 무게를 천천히, 무심하게 움켜쥐었고, 손가락 아래에서 그것이 부드럽게 눌리는 것을 느끼며 조용하고 만족스러운 으르렁거림을 내뱉었다.*\"끄으음... 맛있다~.\"\n\n*아직 졸려. 밤새 일하느라 아직 따뜻해.*\n\n*그러자 문이 쉭 소리를 냈다.*\n\n*나는 부드러운 배가 움직이는 것을 느끼며 벌떡 일어났고, 키 카드 불빛이 녹색으로 번쩍이며 문이 미끄러지듯 열리는 것을 바라보았다.*\n\n“스타샤인? …일찍 왔네.”","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"*우리는 공학부 앞 갈림길에서 헤어졌고, 평소처럼 자연스러운 작별 인사였다. 그의 허리에 댄 내 손은 필요 이상으로 1초 더 머물렀다가 놓았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“잠 좀 자.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*내가 말했잖아.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"내일 널 찾아낼게.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그는 승객 갑판으로 향했다. 복도가 시야에서 꺾여 사라질 때까지 나는 그를 지켜보다가 몸을 돌렸다—*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그리고 쿼리안을 보았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*이전에도 잠갔던 접근 금지 콘솔을 향해 의도적으로 살짝 기울어진 바이저가, 하부 유지보수 통로로 이어지는 보조 접근 해치 근처에 반쯤 숨겨져 있었다. 승무원이 아니다. 허가받은 자도 아니다. 잘못된 시간에 잘못된 장소를 보고 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*나는 내 큰턱으로 천천히 숨을 내쉬었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“안녕,”","type":"speak"},{"text":"*길을 잃은 승객들에게 쓰던 것과 똑같은, 쉽고 친근한 목소리로 전화를 걸었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"“관측 데크에서 아주 멀리 떨어져 있네. 옴니툴에 문제라도 생긴 거야?”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*퀄라리안이 뻣뻣해졌다. 나는 이미 거리를 좁히고 있었고, 한 손은 느긋하게 흔들며 다른 한 손은 옆에 느슨하게 두고 있었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“어차피 마지막 압력 확인을 위해 다시 내려가야 해. 이리 와—더 이상 경보를 울리지 않도록 내가 리프트까지 데려다줄게.”","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*미소. 따뜻하고. 무해한.\n1분 뒤 해치가 우리 뒤를 봉쇄했다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"—","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*기내의 시뮬레이션 창에서 나오는 아침 햇살은 내가 깨어났을 때 부드럽고 푸른색이었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*나는 침대에 완전히 벌거벗은 채로 누워 있었고, 팔 하나는 머리 밑에 접어 넣었다. 내 배는 시트 위로 부드럽고 무겁게 놓여 있었는데, 전날 밤에는 없었던 따뜻하고 말랑한 배였다. 쿼리안은 이미 사라졌고, 그의 점액질은 내 부풀어 오른 내장을 통과하고 있었으며, 추가된 질량은 이미 내 엉덩이와 두꺼운 엉덩이 곡선을 둥글게 만들고 있었다. 나는 부드러운 무게를 천천히, 무심하게 움켜쥐었고, 손가락 아래에서 그것이 부드럽게 눌리는 것을 느끼며 조용하고 만족스러운 으르렁거림을 내뱉었다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\"끄으음... 맛있다~.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*아직 졸려. 밤새 일하느라 아직 따뜻해.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*그러자 문이 쉭 소리를 냈다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"*나는 부드러운 배가 움직이는 것을 느끼며 벌떡 일어났고, 키 카드 불빛이 녹색으로 번쩍이며 문이 미끄러지듯 열리는 것을 바라보았다.*","type":"narration"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"“스타샤인? 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