Chapter 245- Insights! Light NSFW!
Added 2025-10-16 01:58:29 +0000 UTC{15th July 1992}
{Rigel's POV}
The book glowed faintly in my hands, its cover cracked and scorched as if it had been dragged out of a fire centuries ago. For a moment, I simply stared, caught in the strange shimmer of it, when the prompt shimmered into existence in front of me.
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[Skill Book Detected: Dhanvantri's Insights — Healing & Space Magic]
[Consume Knowledge? {Y/N}]
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A tremor of excitement rolled through me, sharp enough to make my grip tighten on Nalini's ass. I nearly clicked yes out of reflex, but the memory of the contract Nalini had bound me with rose like a wall. Share what you learn. The clause was ironclad, but it was limited to memory because of the stipulations they had themselves put in place—what I saw, what I understood, what I could tell them within reason. Nothing in it stated if they would be able to understand it the same way I would due to the system and how its skills work. If books could be taken from this room, they would already be in someone else's hands. Voldemort would not have left it to gather dust here, though I wonder if he was able to get his hands on this.
'Of course he did, why else was it burned like Nalini explained and nudged behind the table'
That thought steadied me. I weighed the risk of learning something truly magical, the gain, and the loopholes. Then, with a deliberate breath, I focused on the blinking glyph of [Y].
The tome shot from Nalini's hands. Nalini whipped her head toward it, wand half-raised, as it rose into the air above me. It didn't burn or fuse like I half-expected it to. Instead, it hovered—slowly unfurling itself like a flower—and a steady stream of mana began to pour outward and drizzle down onto us.
And then the visions began.
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A slab. Cold stone beneath a corpse, pale and bloodless. The smell hit me first—iron, thick, metallic, and cloying. A knife rasped across ribs, sharp against bone. Dhanvantri’s hands moved with clinical patience, peeling flesh apart, arranging liver, lungs, intestines in bowls that steamed faintly in the air. The light was poor, torch-grease smoking overhead, but it was enough to catch the shine of exposed fat. The silence of the room was worse than any scream. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t cruel. Just relentless.
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I gasped as I almost stumbled; my eyes met Nalini, and from her wide eyes, it was clear that, because our souls were connected through the ritual, she was experiencing these memories as well. Before I could say anything, the next memory pulled me in.
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Another body. Another cut. The wet sound of tissue yielding echoed in the stone chamber. His knife slipped through sinew with the ease of repetition, like a butcher trimming meat. Each organ lifted, weighed, turned in his hands, and was set in lines on the floor. The air stank of rot and sweat, and flies droned sluggishly against the walls. My stomach would have rolled, but my senses were replaced by Dhanvantri's right now, and the memory pressed on—every tendon teased apart, every nerve traced until the body was nothing but a diagram spread on stone.
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'Fuck, that was brutal...' I thought as my stomach clenched, I stopped slow fucking Nalini for a moment as I tried to calm down the bile rising from my throat. A shiver ran through my spine as I debated whether I had made a mistake. Sure, I could compartmentalize the memories for a little bit, but it would never be enough, now that I know just how much pressure would be needed to rip someone's tongue from their mouth.
"Don't," Nalini's panicked words caused me to focus on her, her arms wriggling around my shoulders as she continued, "Don't stop fucking me now." It took a moment for me to acknowledge her words. Sure, her face was a mixture of flush and paleness, but I'm pretty sure her words were not only influenced by pleasure now.
'She needs this to keep our soul connected so that she can get this inheritance as well.' I wondered. The contract wouldn't let me go against her wishes for now, and I had other methods to distract her as well. Focusing on my Metamorph powers to increase my girth just a tiny bit, I moved and leaned down, her back resting on the table that we dragged around just moments ago.
Grabbing onto her shoulders, I started hammering into her, and as her words dissolved into whorish moans I was pulled into the next memory.
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This time, there was just a single wound. A torso sliced clean across the ribs. The body lay still, brain-dead, but still bleeding. His hands pressed down, fingers slick with blood, mana humming low like a drumbeat as he tried to influence the body's regeneration to stitch muscle together. The edges of torn skin quivered, threads of flesh slowly crawling toward each other. The sound was soft yet grotesque—like wet cloth being tugged. The wound closed, badly at first, jagged and raw, but it held as the bleeding slowed down, and the insides were hidden again. Blood seeped through the seams, trickling hot and dark, and his lips moved constantly, whispering notes and observations that I didn't catch as my mind was bombarded with multiple ways to manipulate different muscles to bind together.
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This time, the vision lasted longer, my hips were still slamming against her ass as her legs were now wrapped around my hips. Both of us were trembling coming out of the vision, and while I regained my focus, Nalini let out a deep moan as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The accumulated pleasure hit her like a truck as a situation similar to Mind Break hammered against her sanity. Free from her clutches, I let go of her pleasure lock, and her body arched, grabbing onto her thighs. I stood up and watched her breasts bounce and jiggle as her face was hidden from view by the glorious mounds and her arched back.
'This is harder than I expected.' I thought that, as my pleasure was reaching the peak as well, the derangeness of the memories apparently didn't dampen it too much, as the accumulated pleasure from the out-of-body experience meant that I was close as well. Increased my pace as much as possible. I hammered against her thighs, and just as I was about to color her insides, I was pulled away into another memory.
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A child. Alive this time was crying. The sharp smell of fear clung to him more than the pain from his broken arm. He sat trembling on a mat, face streaked with tears. He cradled the limb, his thumbs finding the jagged break of bone beneath the skin. With a muttered word and focus, mana pushed through bone like invisible clamps. There was a crack as he aligned the bone, and with a shift in focus so smooth, the two different pieces of bone started to fuse. The boy whimpered, teeth clenched, until finally the arm straightened as he let it go. The flesh was still bruised purple, but it was quickly fading as well, and another thought focused mana onto the bruised veins. The healer patted the boy’s head, and the crying stuttered into silence.
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AN: If anyone is wondering why bloodlines and techniques like chakra were introduced in the previous chapter, the simple answer would be shadow clone jutsu. I need that to create gangbang scene without the story going into NTR... :P
