Morgana: The Mother Of All

Chapter 239: You Really Are Her Twin.

"So I really do have a solution," Victoria mumbled to herself, her voice carrying a wealth of emotion—a mix of exasperation, disbelief, and something else that Victoria couldn't quite identify. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, her silver hair falling over her shoulders, her crimson eyes filled with shock and confusion. She had come to terms with her fate, but now, after hearing Herma's words, everything had changed.

"But..." Victoria began, her tone hesitant. "How is that even possible? I thought my soul was exiled from the cycle, forever bound to Morgana."

Victoria's voice trembled as she spoke, her crimson eyes narrowing in suspicion and disbelief. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"And now all I have to do is transfer my soul to Morgana's womb and wait for her to get pregnant where my soul would merge with the fetus." Victoria sighed, a bit exhausted.

[Yes, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone firm and steady. [If you allow Morgana to give birth to you, then your soul will be free of the Night Mother's influence and you'll be restored. It's a simple yet effective solution.]

"But..." Victoria hesitated, her crimson eyes flickering with uncertainty. She leaned back slightly, her hands still gripping the edge of the bed as if it were the only thing grounding her. "But… that means I'd have to rely on Morgana to carry me, to give birth to me. My sister would become my mother! Do you have any idea how weird that sounds? She's my sister, Herma. My twin. This is… this is beyond messed up."

[I understand your discomfort, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone calm and reassuring. [But this is the only way to free your soul from the Night Mother's grasp. The bond between you and Morgana is already strong—stronger than any other. Her divine energy, her first aspect of Breeding, makes her the perfect vessel to restore your soul. It is not ideal, but it is the only solution.]

Victoria groaned, burying her face in her hands. "This is insane. Absolutely insane. Do you even hear yourself? 'Just let your sister get pregnant with you, no big deal!' What kind of twisted logic is that?!"

[Perverseness has no logic, Lady Victoria,] Herma said, a hint of amusement in her tone. [Moreover, you and Morgana are the same.]

"No, we're not!" Victoria protested, her crimson eyes blazing with defiance. "I may be her twin, but we're nothing alike. I'm not a nympho like her. She's the pervert, not me. Hell, I even died a virgin!"

The words tumbled out of Victoria, her voice rising in pitch as she spoke. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment, but for Herma, these words meant nothing.

[Based on my observation, I can say that both of you are the same, but the only difference is that Morgana is an open pervert, and you are a closed one, Lady Victoria.]

"What?!" Victoria was stunned. Her crimson eyes widened in shock, and her jaw dropped, hanging open.

"W-what are you talking about?!" she stammered, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

"I'm not a pervert!" she insisted, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm a normal woman! A normal, respectable, decent woman. Not some perverted degenerate like Morgana."

[Yes, a normal, respectable, decent woman who wants to have sex with her twin sister.]

"How did you—" Victoria's face burned with shame as she dropped to the floor, hiding her face. "I kept my emotions hidden for hundreds of years, not even Morgana noticed them, but you just casually said it, how?!"

[Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone infuriatingly calm, [your thoughts and desires are not as hidden as you believe. When you speak about your sister, your heart rate increases, your pupils dilate, and your cheeks flush. Your soul yearns for Morgana, just as hers yearns for you. It is not something to be ashamed of. It is simply… who you are.]

"Shut up!" Victoria shouted, her voice echoing through the empty temple. She stood up abruptly, her crimson eyes blazing with fury and embarrassment. "You don't know anything about me! You're just a… a stupid system assistant! You don't get to tell me what I feel!"

[I am merely stating the facts, Lady Victoria,] Herma replied, her tone unyielding. [And the facts are clear. You and Morgana are two halves of the same whole. Your desires, your instincts, and your very souls are intertwined. Denying it will only cause you more pain.]

Victoria's hands trembled as she clenched them into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to do something—anything—to make Herma stop talking. But deep down, in a part of herself she didn't want to acknowledge, she knew Herma was right.

"Sigh..." She let out a long sigh, releasing all the pent-up anger and frustration, and just like that, her tense shoulders relaxed. "You're right. I love my sister."

Victoria's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as she admitted the truth she had buried deep within herself for centuries. Her crimson eyes, once blazing with defiance, now glistened with unshed tears. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, her silver hair falling around her like a curtain, shielding her face from the world.

"I love her," Victoria repeated, her voice trembling. "More than anything. More than anyone. She's my twin, my other half. I've always known that even when I tried to deny it. Even when I tried to push her away."

[...]

Herma remained silent, allowing Victoria to speak, to finally release the emotions she had kept locked away for so long.

"But it's not just love," Victoria continued, her voice growing stronger. "It's… it's something deeper. Something primal. I can't explain it, but I feel it. Every time I'm near her, every time I think about her, it's like… like my soul is calling out to hers. And I know she feels it too, even if she doesn't remember me."

The room fell silent, the weight of Victoria's words settling over them. Victoria's expression was unreadable, her eyes distant, as if she were looking at a memory that was both beautiful and painful.

"Herma..." she spoke, her voice low and soft. "I'm ready. I'm ready to let Morgana give birth to me. No matter how fucked up it is, as long as I get to be with my sister, I'll do it."

Victoria was determined, her eyes blazing with resolve. She had made her decision, and she would see it through, no matter what.

[Understood, Lady Victoria,] Herma said, her tone warm and approving. [Should I move your soul to her womb, ready for the upcoming impregnation?]

"Wait!" Victoria interrupted, raising her hand. "Not yet. I only have one chance. If I'm going to do this, I must choose carefully."

[Do you have anything specific?]

"I want to be born as a woman, obviously," Victoria said, her tone firm and resolute. "Beautiful and, most importantly, strong. I don't want to be a weakling that Morgana would have to protect."

"I want a strong body, so I must choose a race that has the potential to reach the peak, no matter how long it takes. And the one that comes to my mind is the black egg in Morgana's last memory."

[Indeed, if that egg turned out to be a dragon egg, the chances of becoming strong are pretty high, especially if Morgana was the one who laid the egg.]

"Yes," Victoria continued, her crimson eyes glinting with determination. "So, Herma, could you keep me informed about Morgana's actions so I can make my choice?"

[Understood, Lady Victoria.]

"Good, good... Oh, and one more thing." Victoria hesitated a little, a bit unsure how to say her next words, but the constant glances at the thing between her legs revealed everything.

[...]

[You want to be born with a dick?]

"Y-yes, can you do that for me, please?" Victoria asked, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

[No need to worry, Lady Victoria,] Herma spoke, her tone strangely excited. [Morgana can give you the ability to grow a penis anytime you want. Moreover, inside her temple, there is a body modification room, so your initial form doesn't matter much. You can freely change later.]

"Really!?" Victoria's eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cock twitched at the thought of growing her own massive dong. "Ohh~ I can't wait to be born and fuck my twin bitch with a 20-inch monster cock with spikes."

[...]

"Hehehe... I'll make her sing my name as I destroy her inside in the most depraved ways possible." Victoria couldn't help but let her perverted side show a little, and the thought of raping her own sister was strangely arousing. "And maybe plant a few babies inside her."

"NYAHAHAHA!" Victoria laughed, her voice echoing through the temple with a mix of excitement, mischief, and a touch of madness. Her crimson eyes gleamed with a newfound determination, her earlier hesitation replaced by a fiery resolve. She was no longer worried about her future; she was confident in her decision, and no matter what, she would get the body and power she wanted.

And the monster cock.

[You really are her twin sister.]

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