When she woke, the world was a sheet of icy metallic blue.
Kleia opened her eyes, and light stabbed at her retinas. Before her was a strange, enclosed chamber, its walls glowing with a faint blue hue. Hovering above were rotating mechanical arms and projection screens, on which symbols she couldn't understand danced.
She tried to sit up but found her body strapped to the platform by flexible metal bands—wrists, ankles, waist, and abdomen immobilized, as if displayed on an operating table. She was naked, her skin pressed against the cold, hard surface, covered only by a transparent nano-film. Shame and the unknown merged into a sharp fear.
"You're awake."
The voice was deep, with the clarity and oppression of a precision machine.
She whipped her head around and saw a figure approaching slowly. It was a man, tall and straight, wearing a dark gray military uniform that was neatly tailored yet seemed to compress the air. His hair was silver-white, his eyes a deep midnight blue, like wells burning with starlight. His face was handsome, but as cold as a flawlessly operating war machine.
"Who are you?" Kleia's voice was hoarse, but she tried to stay calm.
The man smiled, the corners of his lips curving like a blade's edge.
"I am Zelyon, Commander of the Fifth Imperial Fleet and your 'Binder.'" He said, "You were extracted from Earth's Ninth Epoch, projected through a wormhole, and fell into our world. Designation L9-73—you've been confirmed as a stable Astral Connector. Consider it fortunate."
"Binder? Connector? What madness is this?" She struggled, but the restraints only tightened, causing pain.
Zelyon didn't answer. He just stepped closer, placing his palm on her abdomen. Icy metallic patterns emitted a faint blue light from his fingertips. Kleia's skin twitched as if some data were being written into her flesh and blood.
"Stop! You can't touch me—!"
He murmured, "You are now a national experimental subject and my personal observation target. Your emotions, body, and reactions will all become the focus of research—including... sexual feedback."
Her eyes snapped wide open. "You're insane."
"Not insane—scientific." He leaned down, whispering in her ear, his voice magnetically 战栗 ing. "Astral connection requires high-sensitivity synchronization. Only when you submit completely to me—body, mind, desire—can we stabilize your existence and prevent molecular dispersion and spatial tearing."
As the words fell, his hand moved between her legs, sliding slowly beneath the film. Kleia tried to break free but couldn't. The shame of being controlled by a strange, dominant presence made her almost tremble.
"No, please... don't do this..."
Her words mixed with gasps, her voice no longer steady.
His fingertips wandered over her intimate areas, moving with both calmness and precision, like an anatomist disassembling a mysterious device. He seemed to have studied her body thoroughly, knowing every inch of softness and how to tease every nerve.
"Your body temperature is rising, and lubrication levels are within range." He whispered, "You say 'no,' but the data shows you're accepting and craving this synchronization."
"Go to—"
He didn't stop. Instead, he cupped her chin, forcing her to look into his starry, deep eyes.
"Look at me, Kleia. We're establishing an astral link. The pleasure you feel now is evidence of our minds overlapping."
He pressed her beneath him, his lips forcefully claiming hers. As their tongues tangled, his hips thrust into her.
Pain mixed with extreme, unfamiliar stimulation surged through her nerves. She had never felt such shame—being wantonly entered by an alien officer on an experimental platform, while her body betrayed her reason and 迎合着.
"Zelyon... I can't... I..."
She spoke haltingly, but he only moved with calm, persistent rhythm, turning her moans into an interstellar ritual.
"Feel it?" He whispered in her ear. "Your body has become a bridge between worlds. The connection between us is irreversible."
In the heat and chaotic senses, she thought she heard the whispers of spatial rifts in her mind, an ancient, distant consciousness waking through her.
—
After the orgasm subsided, her body lay limp in Zelyon's arms like debris crushed by a star. He placed his hand on her chest and murmured:
"You are the chosen Connector, Kleia. And I am the Gatekeeper."
Gasping, she opened her eyes and saw the chamber ceiling slowly unfold, revealing an endless universe outside. Stars like frozen flames clustered in the darkness.
She finally realized—there was no going back.