What a dangerous world... I really don’t want to face choices like this.

The phone’s light seemed dim here, even though mirrors lined both sides of the elevator—enough to reflect and brighten things visually. Why did it feel so strange? So unnaturally dark.

"Eira, humans have a limit to their endurance. That limit is practically superhuman—stronger than any Supernatural Power by countless times."

This was bad. Really bad. Super bad right now.

"St-stop it! Don’t say things like that!"

Eira trembled, curling into a corner with her legs pressed tightly together. Her dazed eyes wavered, fixed on Zeming but shifting left and right, unsure where to land. Her mind must be just as chaotic—her hard-earned composure from training slowly peeling away.

"I know, but you can hold on, right!?"

Honestly, Zeming didn’t want to nag. But watching a girl next to him lose control and wet herself? That’d be truly disastrous.

"Stop it already————————!"

Eira, maybe giving up, yanked off her high heel and hurled it. The heel spun fast, whistling past Zeming’s ear with a *whoosh-whoosh* sound.

*Crack—!*

It pierced the elevator mirror behind him. Ripples of cracks spread across all the mirrored surfaces. Zeming gulped, staring at the terrifying force. If he hadn’t dodged, his skull would’ve been pierced clean through.

Eira was a proud woman. Her dignity was everything in front of Zeming. If that shattered, her spirit might too.

"No good!! I can’t hold it...."

She curled tighter, a trace of tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. This was it—the real limit.

"Just hold on a little longer!?"

Holding pee wasn’t the issue. Accidents weren’t either. The real problem? If he actually saw it—the moment Eira crossed that line—his fate would be sealed.

"You sh—should..."

"You’re practically crying!!"

Zeming pounded the elevator door with his fists. If not for holding back his strength, he’d have smashed it open. The deafening clang echoed, yet no firefighter or repair crew came. If it didn’t open soon, he’d lose it too!!

Eira shakily pushed herself up, leaning on the wall as she stumbled closer. Her face burned red, eyes downcast, movements awkward and unsteady.

*My qilin arm, unleash!!*

Just as he frantically searched for a way to avoid seeing what he shouldn’t—lest he get killed for it—Eira hugged him from behind. Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close. Her body trembled like a fawn’s, weak and vulnerable. In that fragility, Zeming felt a sudden, heart-pounding flutter.

"Zeming... I... can’t hold it anymore... so...."

Her voice quivered. Eira’s usual strength vanished again. Lately, Zeming kept discovering how incredibly cute his wife could be—shocking him more each time.

"So what do you want!?" he muttered, startled.

She couldn’t hold it. And she kept turning his head away.

Trapped in this closed space, just the two of them lit by phone glow. To avoid seeing... he’d have to stay huddled in a corner...

*Gurgle—*

The moment a girl broke her moral limits in public, her face flushed with shame like she wanted to bite her tongue off. Add a hint of helpless fragility, and Zeming couldn’t help swallowing hard.

*My god, this feels so lewd.*

"It’s fine! I won’t look! Just... release the floodgates!!!"

When he turned, he couldn’t hide his ecstatic grin. His true nature always slipped out.

"Sorry... I’m sorry. Earlier, I asked you to slash the door open with your sword. I’d pay for the hospital repairs, but...."

Eira’s face turned even redder. She buried it, avoiding his eyes.

"Oh right! That’s an option!"

Though repair costs... that’d be tricky.

"Where’s your sword? I’ve always wondered where you hide your weapon. Perfect chance to see."

"N-no! Never mind."

Eira looked away, still avoiding his gaze. Of course it wouldn’t work.

"What? ‘Never mind’? So blunt?"

"Because... I’m sorry."

She pressed her face against Zeming’s neck, her apology muffled but clear.

Something felt wet. Really bad.

A wild thought hit Zeming.

"You didn’t... already... on my back just now...?"

*Don’t say it!!*

Eira suddenly clamped both hands around Zeming’s throat, yanking hard. He choked, unable to speak.

"No way!"

"...Like I wanted this! I never wanted such an embarrassing situation!"

"Wait—I’m choking! You’re killing me! Cough..." Zeming wheezed.

"What do I do now!? I’ll never get married!" Eira wailed to herself.

"You’re... already married to me!"

*Breathe. Air. Sunlight. Help. I’m suffocating.* Even as a Cyborg, Zeming couldn’t endure this.

"Oh right... but how will I face you normally after this? We sleep in the same bed!" Eira stomped her foot, flustered.

*So cute. A sight I’ll never see again in my life.*

This was a problem. Eira cared deeply about dignity.

"It’s fine! It’s just on me. You know, couples often... well, I’ve no experience, but it happens all the time during *that*. Clothes on or off—no big deal! Between lovers, it’s nothing! Especially us, husband and wife!"

"Who believes that perverted stuff? And why do you know so much about it!?"

"Cough... I haven’t watched anything! Don’t suspect me."

"You bastard! Vivian and I are right here, and you still dare to watch!?"

*It’s just guys watching stuff. We barely cuddle or make love anyway. A little loneliness needs fixing.*

Her grip tightened again. Goodbye, breath.

"...That was ages ago! I stopped long ago!!"

"Better."

Eira finally released him, stepping back slowly. She still shielded her lower body, too embarrassed to look up.

"Seriously, just looking at you is enough. You’re way prettier than those women... cough... my throat."

*Was that a cool feeling just now?*

He glanced up. A bad premonition made him crouch.

*Whoosh—!*

A white Radiant Blade slashed down diagonally from the front. Dodging, Zeming saw Eira’s furious face—murderous intent blazing.

The *clang* of severed metal came from behind him. The elevator door split cleanly in half, the cut smooth as glass.

"You.....!"

Eira’s expression darkened completely.

"Look, babe! An exit!" Zeming pointed shakily behind him, trying to change the subject.

But Eira’s rage had fully ignited. She raised her Radiant Blade, its edge humming sharply in the air.

"So you look at me like that every day? Sleeping in the same room, same bed!?"

"No, no—let me explain! I have a reasonable explanation!"

"Words are useless!!!"

Her fury was unstoppable.

The raised sword foretold Zeming’s fate...

"Aaaah————————!"

After they left, the elevator mirror *cracked* softly. Behind it, four pairs of eyes had witnessed everything.

A two-way mirror—common in interrogation rooms—let people inside see only reflections, while those behind observed everything through clear glass.

The two nurses, the old lady, and even Elusa stood there. The whole scene had played out before them.

"Grandma, do those two seem like a married couple?" Elusa asked quietly, doubts swirling in her mind.

"Kids’ business? I don’t know. But they looked happy enough."

"Hmm..."

"You asked us to do this. What are you really after? I watched you and Eira grow up. Now you suspect your sister? I can’t make sense of you two anymore."

"It’s fine. My understanding is enough. Thanks for your help."

As the old lady stood to leave, Elusa murmured her thanks.

"Don’t let this mess up your sisterhood... And don’t worry about the elevator repairs."

"No cost?"

"Who cares about that? Do you think I’d charge you kids? Consider it a gift. Just take the door back—it’s cut beautifully. Your sister’s swordsmanship rivals yours from back then."

The old lady opened her usually narrowed eyes, studying Elusa’s stoic, statue-like expression.

"Did you regret giving up?"

"This is best. Eira is my only worry."

*That man... what exactly is he?*