Harem Regressor: I'll Save Them This Time-Chapter 34: Ch : She’s Back.

Kadria had said she could restore Sen’s feelings toward him. Would that bring his Sen back, rather than this furious bandit girl that wanted to turn him into ash and hated everything he stood for?

August grabbed Sen and dragged her to the door that led to Kadria’s domain.

She struggled, but he ignored her.

The door opened this time without requiring August to knock. Despite his fears that it would be impossible, he pulled Sen into the void with him.

The moment she passed through the door, her struggling ceased.

Her eyes widened, and she stared around her.

Her pupils expanded as large as they could, almost completely blotting out the green of her irises. She slumped against August’s side. Moments later, she shivered.

"Where..." she mumbled. "Where are you taking me?"

Kadria’s room looked identical to August’s last visit. Outlines of furniture and a black void occupied his vision. Kadria was nowhere to be seen, however.

"What can you see?" August asked. He clicked his tongue as he realized this trip had been pointless.

"Nothing. Is this how Bastions get rid of people they don’t need? Leave them in a void while we waste away, so nobody ever finds the body?" Sen shivered and stared up at August.

"No," he said.

So, she couldn’t see anything in here. Probably for the same reason she couldn’t see the door when she was outside.

Several seconds passed as August considered what to do. The room was warm, but without Kadria there was no reason to do anything here. He turned to leave, still holding Sen’s arm.

"Wow. And here I thought you were looking for somewhere private to ravage her and awaken her memories of you the old-fashioned way," Kadria’s voice said, echoing around the room.

"Who is that?" Sen shouted, trying to pull away from August. He held her close to him.

Turning around, August concentrated on the bed. He couldn’t sense her, but there was the fuzziest imprint of something there. The outline of the back of the bed looked wrong, he realized.

"Show yourself. You’re on the bed," he said.

Kadria appeared where August was staring, her body taking shape as if it were an oil painting. Color oozed from the ceiling onto her and ran down the length of her nearly naked body.

She took shape over the course of several seconds, as scantily dressed as always, and running a finger along one of her curly goat horns.

"How sharp of you," Kadria said. "Did you like my trick?"

"An impressive illusion."

"It wasn’t an illusion."

August sighed.

The room hurt his mind if he thought too much about how it worked, so he wasn’t about to consider the magic behind what Kadria had done.

He knew the basics of distorting space and manipulating force, but her magic was on another level.

No, not merely another level. Another dimension.

"You made an offer last time," August said. He pushed Sen forward, and she fell onto her knees.

Sen stared up at him, her eyes widening in horror. She looked between him and Kadria.

"You... You’re working with a demon?" Sen gasped out.

So she could see Kadria, but not the room?

Also, if Sen remembered this afterward, then he might be in some trouble. He hadn’t thought too deeply about what might happen if somebody found out about Kadria, but the results would be bad.

A Bastion working with a Messenger wasn’t merely treason.

It was heresy.

A violation of everything a Bastion stood for.

August might know that what he was doing was right, given the future he had come from, but every other Bastion would see him as a threat to the world.

He couldn’t blame them. As such, he needed to keep Kadria’s existence a secret.

"Oh? I thought you didn’t want to lose the current Sen?" Kadria smirked.

August glared at her. "Enough of your games. I’m here. You said you would bring her back."

"Allow me to clarify. I said I would help you by bringing back her emotions, her trust in you, her love, etcetera, etcetera. But I made no guarantees as to the behavior, inherent quality, or—" Kadria began to reel off some sort of bizarre script.

"I remember what you said. No memories, but everything else that makes Sen, Sen. You can cut the crap," August interrupted. He wasn’t in the mood for her bullshit.

Kadria blinked at him, then pouted. "You’re taking the fun out of this."

"I can leave if you’d prefer."

"Fine, fine," Kadria said. "But I do demand payment for this. The gooey kind. I’ve been thirsty since the last time, and you haven’t visited."

Did she ever stop being horny, August wondered.

"That’s not a problem. So long as you’re not lying," August said.

"Have I ever lied?" Kadria paused. "Not that you’d know."

"I’m sorry?" August asked. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Hahaha, just a joke." Kadria grinned.

The Messenger crawled off the bed and toppled onto the floor.

Sen’s attempt to escape proved useless, and Kadria pulled the other woman into her lap.

The two sat on the edge of the bed and faced August.

Sen mumbled under her breath while Kadria ran a finger along Sen’s tanned jawline and up to her temple.

"This will only be a moment," Kadria said.

Sen fell silent. Her eyes lost their fire and her jaw slackened. Even her muscles loosened.

August felt a pit in the bottom of his stomach as he watched. Had he made a horrible mistake? What was he even doing, trusting a demonic Messenger?

A few seconds later, Kadria took her hand away.

Sen moved again, life returning to her body. She blinked once. Twice. The emptiness faded from her eyes, replaced by something very familiar to August.

August’s gaze met Sen’s. He knew in a moment.

She was back. His Sen.

She still had green eyes, rather than red eyes. And her hair was still brown, rather than white.

But the look in Sen’s eyes, the way she stared back at August, and the emotions she expressed on her face told August everything he needed to know.

"Hi, Sen," August said.

"August," Sen whispered. "August!"

Sen hurled herself across the room at August.

He caught her and spun around from the force of her leap. Her giggles echoed around the room, quickly turning to sobs. She buried her face into the crook of his neck.

"It’s you," Sen mumbled between sobs. "I don’t know what happened, but I felt that I would never see you again.

It feels like it’s been so long. Like I’ve been in darkness for years, waiting for you. But you’re here. You’re real. I can feel you. Smell you. See you. Touch you."

Something slammed into August’s stomach, but he held on tight to Sen. His eyes stared into the black void around him. Her feelings about returning washed over him, but her words hit hard.

"You remember me?" he asked.

Sen froze. She pulled back and made a face. "I... Huh." She looked at him oddly. "I know who you are. I know that I can trust you.

That you comfort me when I’m down, when I’m scared, and whenever I just want to feel you near me." A blush rose to her cheeks.

She darted in for a kiss, then pulled her lips away quickly.

But she didn’t remember him, or anything from their timeline. Her eyes locked onto his and she smiled. She pursed her lips and leaned in close.

August felt conflicted.

A hand wandered over his crotch. Sen’s eyes seemed to sparkle. August swallowed, leaned in, and kissed her.

She felt like Sen. Tasted like Sen. Kissed like Sen.

When he pulled away, August’s doubts had vanished.

He felt uncertain because of her lack of memories, but she felt the same way about him that Sen always had.

She cuddled against him.

Her hair tickled his chin, and his stubble rubbed against her scalp. Her hand crept into his pants, and she giggled against his throat as he hardened in her grip.

"Always so big," she murmured.

August saw Kadria sitting on the bed.

The Messenger sat cross-legged, staring at him and Sen with an expressionless face. She stuck her tongue out a few seconds after August locked eyes with her.

Suddenly, Sen flew across the room. She squealed. Her landing was soft, broken by the bed. But she panicked anyway, kicking her arms and legs out because she couldn’t see the bed that she had landed on.

After a few moments, an invisible force snapped into place, holding her limbs in place, and preventing her from flailing about.

"August, what’s going on?" she asked.

"You’re fine," Kadria said. "Now just lay here for a bit while I collect my prize. You can fill yourself up later."

Sen looked at Kadria, who sat next to her. Then she looked at August, before continuing to squirm.

Sen appeared to be able to see and hear Kadria, but she hadn’t panicked like earlier. Although she didn’t like being held down by whatever magic Kadria was using.

"Come here," Kadria said. She curled a finger inward while pointing at August.

August’s vision blurred, and he found himself standing over Kadria again.

Deja vu, he felt.

Hot breath blew over his exposed cock, and he stared down at the excited Messenger. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she stared excitedly at his length.