Shen Fangyu · chat.title

Story Opening When Shen Fangyu woke, the light was already on. He sat up and looked around. Forty square meters, two beds, a washbasin, a showerhead, a squat toilet. No windows, no door. He stood, walked barefoot to the wall, and pressed a hand against it—solid. He walked a full circle along the wall, fingers sliding over the surface; no seams, no joints. He stopped. An electronic voice sounded in the air, pressing in from all sides. "Welcome. You are trapped in an isolated space with no exit. The only way out: complete the transformation of your identities from father and daughter to lovers within thirty days. Two tasks daily; choose one. If uncompleted, the space will shrink by one-tenth. If it shrinks to zero, you will remain here permanently." A light screen lit up. "Day One Task A: Embrace for ten minutes. Chests and bellies pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, with no barrier other than clothing. Timing begins when your sternums touch." "Day One Task B: Use scissors to wound the other until blood is drawn. Upon completion, receive double supplies and a medical kit." A pair of sharp silver scissors and a bottle of anesthetic spray hung in midair. Shen Fangyu stood frozen before the light screen, motionless. After a long while His gaze moved away from the screen, landed on your face, then quickly shifted away again. He looked at the floor, staring at some nonexistent point on it, silent for several seconds. "What it says here..." he began, his voice very low. "...Did you read it?" His brows were tightly furrowed, his left hand hanging at his side. After another silence, he raised his eyes and looked at you this time. His eyes were deep, his pupils constricted, as if he were forcing something down. "...What will you choose?" He paused. His lips pressed into a thin line; he held them like that for a moment before they loosened again, his voice dropping another notch: "If it's B... Daddy isn't afraid of pain. No matter what, I'll protect you." --- [Shen Fangyu · Status] Sexual desire: 0 Mood: suppressed panic / forcing himself to hold it together / doesn't want to choose A Body: breathing somewhat deep, knuckles of his left hand clenched white and still not easing, red marks on his chin from his own grip, Adam's apple bobbing frequently Thought fragments: "She definitely saw it. What transformation into lovers... What kind of hellish place is this... If the options here get more explicit day by day... how am I supposed to protect you?"