KamiKowa: That Time I Got Transmigrated With A Broken Goddess-Chapter 113: [] The Morning After Comes With Status Updates

Xavier stared at the ceiling, his arm pinned beneath Naomi’s sleeping form. His muscles ached pleasantly, body loose in a way he hadn’t felt since arriving in this frozen world. The straw mattress had long since given up its shape, crushed flat from hours of vigorous activity.

Beside him, Naomi slept deeply, her face relaxed in a way he’d never seen at the academy. Her leg was thrown possessively over his, one arm draped across his chest like she feared he might vanish.

Xavier glanced at the translucent pink interface floating above his palm. Soul Bond: Naomi Phillips - 24%. Higher than before, but not the leap he’d expected after such an intense night.

Naomi stirred, eyelids fluttering. Without fully waking, she pressed closer, lips finding his in a sleepy, open-mouthed kiss. Her hips shifted against his thigh, a reflexive grind that sent heat pooling in his gut despite his exhaustion. Even half-conscious, her body sought his.

"Mmm," she murmured against his neck. "Still here."

Xavier’s hand slid down her back to cup her ass, squeezing gently. "Not going anywhere."

Her lips curved against his skin. "Better not." She winced as she shifted, the soreness between her legs apparently making itself known. Rather than pulling away, she pressed closer, tucking her head under his chin.

Naomi’s breathing deepened again as she drifted back to sleep. They’d need supplies for the journey. Warm clothes, food, weapons. Money. Well, Nessa took care of the money part for them.

And then there was the conversation they needed to have. About his abilities, about Soul Bonds, about the uncomfortable reality that their relationship—whatever it was—couldn’t be exclusive if he wanted to reach his full potential.

There was no good way to tell a woman you’d just spent the night with that you needed other partners.

Worse, he hadn’t considered protection. In the heat of the moment, with Naomi’s legs wrapped around him and her voice breaking on his name, the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Did bodies in this world even work the same way?

No use overthinking it now. Whatever happens, happens.

Xavier sighed and gently extracted himself from Naomi’s grip, replacing his body with a pillow she immediately clutched to her chest. He padded naked to the small washbasin, splashing cold water on his face.

His reflection in the small mirror was still jarring—dark hair instead of white, blue eyes instead of purple.

"Admiring yourself?" Naomi’s voice came from the bed, rough with sleep and use.

Xavier turned to find her propped on one elbow, watching him through half-lidded eyes. The sheet had fallen away, exposing her upper body with its constellation of marks he’d left throughout the night.

That’s my girl.

"Admiring the view," he countered, making no effort to hide his own nakedness or his body’s immediate response to seeing her.

Naomi’s eyes dropped. "Again? After all that?" She stretched, wincing at the movement. "I might actually die."

Xavier crossed back to the bed, sitting on its edge. His hand found her ankle, thumb stroking the delicate bone. "We should talk."

Her expression shuttered slightly. "About last night?"

"About a lot of things." He squeezed her ankle gently. "But first, how are you feeling?"

Naomi pushed herself up, grimacing as she leaned against the headboard. "Like I’ve been riding a horse for three days straight." She tilted her head, purple hair falling across one shoulder. "Worth it, though."

Xavier’s thumb continued its gentle circles on her ankle. "Good." He paused, organizing his thoughts. "We need to leave today. Get supplies, head for Hearthome."

"To find Calypso," Naomi said. "Your woman."

The way she said it made Xavier look up sharply. "She’s my cousin. Not my woman."

"No?" Naomi raised an eyebrow. "The way you talk about her... the way your face changes when you say her name..." She shrugged one shoulder. "Seems pretty clear to me."

Xavier frowned. "It’s complicated."

"It always is with you." Naomi pulled her ankle from his grasp, drawing her knees to her chest. "So what’s the talk about? The fact that you called me Calypso twice last night?"

What the fuck? "I did not."

"You did." Her tone remained neutral, but her eyes were sharp. "When you were inside me. When you came in my pussy for the third and fifth time."

Xavier ran a hand through his hair, frustration building. "Look, I told you there’s a connection between us. It’s not—"

"I’m not stupid, Xavier." Naomi’s voice cut him off. "I see how it is with you two. The way you orbit each other at school. The way she looks at you when she thinks no one’s watching." She hugged her knees tighter. "I just thought... here, in this place, with her gone..." She trailed off, jaw tightening.

Xavier moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed. "Naomi. Last night wasn’t about Calypso."

She met his gaze. "Wasn’t it?"

"No." He took her hand, relieved when she didn’t pull away. "It was about us."

Her laugh held no humor. "There is no ’us,’ Xavier. There’s you and Calypso, and then there’s everyone else."

Xavier stared at their joined hands, at the contrast between his calloused fingers and her smaller ones. "That’s what I need to talk to you about. My ability—it doesn’t work how you might think."

Naomi’s eyes narrowed. "Explain."

Xavier took a deep breath. "The bonds form with people I connect with. Genuine connections, not just physical. They enhance my power, make me stronger." He squeezed her hand. "But to reach my full potential, I need multiple bonds. Strong ones."

"You’re saying you need multiple partners? Like, romantically?"

"Not necessarily romantic, but..." Xavier struggled to find the right words. "Deep connections. Trust. Vulnerability."

"And sex?" Naomi’s tone had gone flat.

Xavier hesitated. "It helps. But it’s not just about that."

She pulled her hand away, drawing the sheet up to cover herself. "So what was this? A power-up? Fuck Naomi, get five percent closer to leveling up?"

"That’s not fair," Xavier snapped. "If that’s all I wanted, I could have gone to the brothel down the street and fuck all the women there."

"Maybe you should have." She turned away, swinging her legs over the opposite side of the bed.

Xavier scrubbed his hands over his face. This was going worse than he’d imagined. "Naomi, I care about you. What happened between us was real."

"Real enough to tell me you need other women to reach your full potential?" She stood, wrapping the sheet around herself like armor. "Real enough to admit you’re in love with Calypso while you’re inside me?"

"I never said I was in love with her," Xavier protested, though the words rang hollow even to his own ears.

Naomi snorted. "You didn’t have to." She moved to the washbasin, splashing water on her face. "So what now? We find Calypso, you reconnect with her, and I become what? The side piece? The backup plan?"

Xavier stood, crossing to where she stood. He placed his hands on her shoulders, feeling the tension in them. "No. You’d be Naomi. Important in your own right."

She turned to face him, gray eyes searching his. "And when we get back home? Back to the academy? What then?"

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