The folds on her skirt flickered like sparkling waves.

Her bright eyes were like the reflection of a jade plate on a river.

All I can remember is that moment...

Her warm and moist lips approached me,

like a scorching hot moon.

The tender affection that had just arisen in my heart

was instantly enveloped by a passionate heat.

"Are you remembering something?"

"...Turing?"

As Turing's soft lips left, Merka's seemingly lifeless eyes flickered with reluctant fireworks.

The ambiguous atmosphere was baked to its limits by the humid night rain.

Turing's blushing cheeks seemed as if they could drip with water.

Turing's peachy soft hair rested on Merka's shoulder, fragile enough to make one forget everything, sweet enough to induce amnesia.

"But this isn't enough..."

Unsatisfied, Turing once again embraced Merka, passionately demanding more.

In Turing's eyes, Merka was now like a piece of liqueur-filled chocolate.

Each kiss was intoxicating, every taste was refreshing.

"And now..."

Merka's gaze became hazy, their black gemstone pupils reflecting the dim light in the room, as if under the influence of a potent aphrodisiac.

Seductively, they enticed Turing for another embrace,

for another gentle kiss.

"Stop... stop fooling around."

"Does it work at all?"

Merka gently retreated from Turing's passionate embrace, their face red, expressing concern.

"I... I don't know, I was too focused on kissing, didn't have time to think about anything else." Turing said with a touch of aggrievement.

Merka rubbed their temples in helplessness, awkwardly sat up from the sofa, and looked at the cold and silent night rain outside the window.

Turing, sitting beside them, looked like a neglected little cat.

Merka glanced at Turing's profile again, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

They had heard Turing say that they seemed to have remembered something from the past and needed some excitement to solidify the memory.

But it seemed like Turing didn't care at all.

Wasn't this like being toyed with?

Anxiously holding onto the cross on their chest, Merka glanced at Turing from time to time.

Merka was still worried about Turing's situation, but little did they know, Turing was not thinking about recovering their memories at all. Their mind was occupied with thoughts of getting a few more kisses.

The night rain of Lachesis seemed to have fallen into a bottomless silence,

disappearing without a trace.

The rain fell on the banana leaves.

The mournful and humid sound created a new level of ambiguity between Merka and Turing.

Turing's eyes were filled with little stars of anticipation as they gazed at Merka.

Feeling awkward, Merka could only turn their face away.

Their fingers trembled slightly... Merka thought of even more embarrassing things.

What could it be?

What else could it be?

If a light kiss is not enough, then even a passionate wet kiss is not enough. What other actions would be enough?

Merka dare not think further, as the blush on her cheeks spreads to her ears. But Turing seems to recall something at the same time. With a melancholic expression, Turing shifts their gaze to the side.

"Yes, Merka and I are so different."

"So different... to the point of being polar opposites."

Cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Hot on the outside, cold on the inside.

The outer and inner, the positive and negative, the yin and yang.

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say we are like a perfectly complementary pipe and stem."

"Although complementarity is also a plus in love."

"But we shouldn't rush it."

"Otherwise..."

"I could easily lose everything I have worked so hard to obtain."

Turing presses down on their skirt, concealing the source of all their pain underneath.

"Until one day in the future, when I find a way to become a girl."

"By then, I won't have to endure anymore..."

"I can finally find happiness..."

Turing is momentarily startled, as a strand of hair-like haze enters their field of vision.

The pain seems to inhabit that place like an illusion.

"Huh? Why am I so certain..."

"It's not necessarily true, right?"

"When did I become so certain that there must be a way to become a girl?"

Turing has a faint sense of premonition in their heart.

Ever since meeting Merka.

Their nightmares have disappeared and their memories no longer inexplicably have gaps.

Certain profound secrets seem to be hidden in their brain,

being gradually drawn out by Merka's radiant smile, like the moonlight.

They feel like a person waking up from a drunken stupor.

And Merka is the painkiller.

One closes their eyes, grits their teeth, and swallows it with water.

After the warm comfort, clearer thoughts follow.

Some important truths... Turing is about to remember them.

"Just a little longer with Merka will be enough."

Looking at Merka, sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed, blushing like a red apple.

Turing licks their lips in anticipation,

their gaze constantly drifting towards Merka's collarbone.

That sweet taste seems to be right beneath their tongue, and Turing can barely control the urge to kiss.

But their aristocratic upbringing makes them only gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

"Merka..."

"I seem to remember something."

Turing pretends to be profound.

"What did you remember?"

Merka blushes, looking at Turing with an unnatural expression, her words overflowing with uncontainable tenderness and solace.

"Give me another kiss, and I'll tell you."

"..."

Turing raises their little face.

As if waiting to be praised.

Pouting.

"If I could alleviate the pain in your vast, boundless, dreamless emptiness."

"I am willing to do anything."

Merka rearranged her expression, gently moved closer, and embraced the bewildered Turing.

- A deep kiss landed on Turing's forehead.

Is Turing happy?

She is ecstatic.

But faced with such intense affection,

Turing is more afraid.

Even a kiss wouldn't elicit this kind of reaction from Turing.

The secret she had hidden for a lifetime was now buried in Merka's brain.

Within the soft and tender skin, locked away like layers of buds are hidden worries.

As if sensing Merka's warmth, they trembled slightly.

Merka's gentle, delicate kiss was like a slender hand, continuously knocking on the doors of Turing's heart.

Turing couldn't help but shed tears.

She wanted to speak, to say that she really hadn't remembered anything.

Even though she had tried so hard.

Turing didn't know whose memories those bizarre and fantastical lab experiences in her mind truly belonged to.