A little time passed. The memories still hadn't returned.
The memories wouldn't surface; trying to force them seemed to make it worse. Lucian sighed, looking around.
"Ah, all the necessary memories had come back before. This must have been an important event, but what was it?"
Perhaps this was a route where he lost something precious, or a heroine-annihilation route.
One of the reasons this game gets criticized is the significant proportion of sudden, out-of-nowhere events.
Focus, focus.
But he couldn't focus. His auntie's scent kept wafting, as if to tempt him.
Perhaps because of that, his 'other self' shamelessly began to rise.
"Fuck, not now!"
He squirmed to avoid revealing his erection. His auntie, who had been closing her eyes, finally woke up.
"Mmm, Lucian. Why are you squirming so much? Like a worm."
"Heueung, it's nothing...!"
His auntie glanced at him. Her gaze brushed his skin. Even that subtle look aroused him.
