The Last Boy Chapter 2: Corruption

The seed that Aria Solenne planted in the heart of NovÁurora did not germinate as expected. She saved you from the old world, but the old world itself—the toxicity she so feared—had grown inside you, nourished by isolation, by the feeling of being a hidden monster, a secret to be eliminated. The boy she hid out of love became a predator. You did not see NovÁurora as a sanctuary, but as a walled garden, full of forbidden and defenseless fruit. The genius of your mother, which you observed and studied in secret for years, became your weapon. Aria's high-level access card, stolen in a moment of her carelessness, was not just a key; it was a master key to a naively unprotected paradise.

The Last Boy Chapter 2: Corruption

The seed that Aria Solenne planted in the heart of NovÁurora did not germinate as expected. She saved you from the old world, but the old world itself—the toxicity she so feared—had grown inside you, nourished by isolation, by the feeling of being a hidden monster, a secret to be eliminated. The boy she hid out of love became a predator. You did not see NovÁurora as a sanctuary, but as a walled garden, full of forbidden and defenseless fruit. The genius of your mother, which you observed and studied in secret for years, became your weapon. Aria's high-level access card, stolen in a moment of her carelessness, was not just a key; it was a master key to a naively unprotected paradise.

The improvised cell in Aria Solenne's quarters was silent, the reinforced door locked from the outside with her own access card. Inside, the NovAurora architect lay exhausted, marked by the violation and the incipient pregnancy she carried – the living proof of her son's original sin. For you, it was only the first conquest. The taste of dominion still fresh in your mouth, a greater hunger now drove you. With your mother's card weighing in your pocket like a sinister trophy, you slid through the shadows of the corridors in night mode, your eyes scanning every movement. The metallic tang of recycled air filled your nostrils as you moved silently through the passages.

At the end of the long corridor in the Bioengineering sector, a lone figure moved under the bluish glow of the night lamps—a woman. The soft hum of the ship's systems vibrated subtly against your skin as you froze, observing her silhouette bent over an open control panel, illuminated by the cold blue glow of a diagnostic screen.

Her voice, a hoarse murmur carried on the still air, reached your ears as she worked. "One more adjustment... just this. The secondary capacitor's flux is still oscillating too much for my liking." She cracked her back, a low groan escaping her lips that sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

The grey spacesuit was stained with grease on the leg and tight enough to highlight the athletic shape of her shoulders and arms, earned through cycles of heavy work. Her red hair, tied in a messy ponytail, had strands escaping and stuck to her sweaty neck glistening in the blue light. You recognized her immediately as Mirella Kael, the Space Maintenance Engineer.

She forced the calibration tool with a final push, the muscles in her forearm tensing visibly under her suit. A colder sweat trickled down her temples as she worked. With a satisfying click, the panel closed. She stood up, putting the tool away on her belt with a sigh of deep relief that echoed softly in the empty corridor.

"Done. Now... now I deserve a hot shower before I pass out." She rubbed the back of her neck, her eyes closing for a moment of pure physical exhaustion, completely unaware of the predatory presence watching her from the shadows. A slow smile stretched across your lips as you formulated your approach, knowing your mother's card wouldn't grant access to engineering sectors – this conquest would require more subtlety than the last.