The atmosphere in the house had barely settled before a new presence made itself known.
A woman emerged from the hallway, her posture poised, her expression dripping with confidence.
UltSans' eyes widened immediately.
For the first time in a long while, he actually blinked multiple times, quickly, as if trying to process what he was seeing.
She was—Clara?
No.
Something wasn't quite right.
She looked exactly like Clara, nearly identical in features, but something about her… felt entirely different.
There was a sharpness to her movements.
An intentionality.
Where Clara had an air of resigned exhaustion, this woman radiated presence.
A presence that demanded attention.
And she knew it.
She moved with deliberate grace, her hips swaying as if every step was part of a practiced performance.
Her left hand rested on her waist, her body arching ever so slightly in a way that emphasized every curve.
Her movements weren't casual.
They were designed.
UltSans felt his eyes naturally follow the motion, his mind catching up a second too late.
The realization hit him—this wasn't Clara.
This was someone else entirely.
Melissa:"Oh, hello~"
Her voice was smooth, teasing, dripping in flirtation.
UltSans stared, still slightly caught off guard.
Melissa's smile widened, noticing his reaction.
She stepped closer, her hand sliding from her waist to softly—deliberately—pat his right cheek.
Her touch was gentle, slow, intentional.
Then—her fingertips brushed against the corner of his lips.
UltSans didn't move.
Didn't even breathe.
UltSans:"Uhh... wow..."
Melissa giggled.
Melissa:"Surprised by the view?~"
UltSans exhaled slowly, still trying to process.
UltSans:"I mean... I think 'good' is too low..."
Melissa's grin grew wider.
She traced her hand slowly down from his face before stepping back, flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Melissa:"Did you bring all of that for me?~"
UltSans blinked.
Then, realizing what she meant, he turned his head, looking back toward the bags and briefcase still resting near the entrance.
Melissa's eyes glimmered.
Melissa:"Oh? So there's more?~"
Her voice took on an even more sultry tone.
She stepped forward, fingers grazing along UltSans' coat.
Melissa:"Oh, dear, you didn't have to~... A briefcase, and so many full bags~"
UltSans turned back toward her, his mouth slightly open—
And that's when she struck.
Before he could react—
Melissa's lips were on his.
At first, it was soft, light, a teasing press.
But—
It deepened.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Her body pressed against him slightly, her movements calculated, slow, drawing him in before he even had the chance to think.
Her kiss wasn't gentle.
It was hungry.
Confident.
UltSans froze completely.
His mind went blank.
Then—
A sharp voice shattered the moment.
Clara:"Bitch! Stop stealing from me!"
The kiss broke instantly.
Melissa barely flinched.
She turned her head lazily, her expression completely unbothered.
Meanwhile—
UltSans stood there, still processing, his entire body locked in place.
Melissa's grin returned as she leaned into him, draping herself against his side.
Her fingers traced lightly down his chest, her presence warm, invasive.
Melissa:"It's not my fault all men prefer me before you, sis~"
Her voice was playful, taunting.
Clara marched forward, eyes blazing.
Clara:"Melissa, that's my man! Stop using your fake plastic body, bitch!"
She reached forward, grabbing Melissa's arm to yank her away.
Melissa only laughed, leaning further into UltSans instead.
UltSans felt his mind snap back into focus from the sheer force of the two sisters pulling at each other against him.
UltSans:"Wait, wait, wait…"
Both women paused, turning their heads toward him.
UltSans' eyes flicked between them, still slightly thrown off.
Then—
UltSans:"...Did you clone? Do you have another version of you also here? Did one of you time-travel? Who is who? And—"
A short pause.
Then—his pupils flickered slightly.
UltSans:"And why does one of you look so hot?"
Melissa's grin widened immediately.
She posed slightly, running a hand down her waist.
Clara:"This… This is my twin sister, Melissa."
UltSans blinked again, processing.
Melissa leaned forward slightly, her voice dripping with sugar.
Melissa:"Sweetened to meet you, sugar~"
UltSans:"Uhh... Nice... you too..."
Melissa kept posing, her body language radiating confidence.
But—before she could say anything else—
Clara quickly stepped between them.
She leaned in close, her voice low.
Clara:"She's a man-eater. And a top model."
UltSans nodded slowly.
UltSans:"Oh... That's why she looks that hot… May be fake, but… effective?"
Melissa's smile turned wicked.
Then—with no shame whatsoever—
She reached up and grabbed her chest, bouncing it slightly.
Melissa:"Real, fake… They do their work very well, sweetie~... If you want, I can give you a discount to try~... Maybe I could also take a bite of fresh meat~, I'm hungry~"
Clara's face twisted in frustration.
She shoved Melissa back, scowling.
Clara:"Stop, bitch! Just because you married an old millionaire and have a perfect life doesn't mean you can take everything from me!"
Melissa shrugged elegantly, still unbothered.
Then—a smirk.
Melissa:"Oh, sis, don't be jealous. You could have a rich life too if you just played your cards right~"
Clara's hands curled into fists.
Clara:"You have a son! Why don't you focus on being a good mother for once?!"
UltSans, who had been half-tuned out of the argument, suddenly perked up.
UltSans:"Wait, you have a son?"
Melissa tilted her head, smiling.
Melissa:"Not right now~, but I can make you one~"
The room went still.
Melissa's tone had been playful, teasing.
But—
UltSans didn't smile.
Didn't react.
His expression darkened instantly.
His face—shadowed.
The glow in his pupils intensified, burning like blue fire.
Then—his voice dropped into something cold.
UltSans:"...You're a disgrace to any entity being."
Melissa's smirk faltered slightly.
UltSans:"Calling you 'human' is already a high rank for you."
His voice was quiet.
UltSans:"Don't ever touch me again."
Melissa didn't speak.
For the first time—she hesitated.
Clara hesitated, her mind racing from the sheer intensity of the moment.
Then—she saw an opening.
With smooth precision, she leaned against UltSans, subtly shifting his right arm around her waist.
UltSans?
Didn't react.
Didn't even blink.
His expression remained blank, his stare locked onto Melissa, unbothered by Clara's movement.
But—he didn't stop her.
Didn't resist.
Simply let it happen.
And that was all the permission Clara needed.
A slow, confident smirk curled across her lips.
Then—her voice turned rich with playful venom.
Clara:"Oh, sis~... Did I forget to mention?~"
Her tone dripped with sweetness.
Then—with a slow, deliberate pause, she leaned in closer to UltSans, pressing herself against him.
Clara:"This glorious, powerful, and delightful man~..."
She gently traced her fingers along his chest, eyes half-lidded in mock adoration.
Clara:"...is God."
Melissa's smirk twitched slightly.
Clara noticed.
And doubled down.
Clara:"While you were so busy with all your little things~…"
Her voice lowered, teasingly smug.
Clara:"I was 'losing' time getting God to love me."
Melissa's eyes narrowed slightly.
That reaction? Priceless.
Clara leaned in further, relishing the moment.
Clara:"Maybe if you played your cards right… you could've gotten something better~"
Melissa's fingers twitched.
For the first time—she didn't have a quick comeback.
Clara's smile widened.
And—she went for the kill.
Clara's hands moved up, framing UltSans' face delicately—
Before grabbing him firmly and pulling him in.
UltSans didn't budge.
His muscles were locked in place, his entire frame firm, rigid.
Melissa was still right there.
And UltSans?
He was still staring directly at her.
Expression unchanged.
A silent, unshaken force.
But Clara?
She didn't care.
She tilted her head, closed the distance, and pressed her lips against his.
No hesitation.
No second-guessing.
She went all in.
And—
She didn't start slow.
No.
The kiss was deep from the very first moment, her lips parting, her tongue immediately diving into his mouth.
Her grip on his face tightened slightly, fingers threading through his hair.
But—
UltSans still didn't react.
Still didn't kiss back.
Didn't stop her, didn't resist.
But he also didn't move.
Didn't pull her in.
Didn't push her away.
He simply let her take what she wanted.
Clara didn't mind.
In fact—she enjoyed it.
And she kept going.
But then—
A small, energetic voice cut through the tension.
A tiny pair of feet pattered into the room.
A young boy, no older than five,ran inside, giggling.
Nathan:"Mom! Yaya says food is almost ready!"
Melissa's head snapped toward him.
Her expression?
Instantly shifting.
A sugary, motherly tone replaced her previous flirtatious air.
Melissa:"Alright, thanks, sweetie. Let's go."
Without missing a beat, she reached down, taking Nathan's tiny hand in hers, and gently began leading him toward the dining room.
But as she passed—
Her eyes flicked back toward UltSans and Clara.
She smirked.
Then—with an effortless sway of her hips, she disappeared down the hall with Nathan.
The second Melissa left the room, UltSans finally reacted.
His pupils flickered.
Then—he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
His body relaxed slightly, as if coming out of a trance.
Then—his eyes reopened.
And—
Clara was still kissing him.
His mind rushed to catch up.
And then—he felt it.
A sudden, overwhelming flood of sensation, hitting him all at once.
The warmth of her lips.
The wet heat of her tongue, still teasing his.
The way her breath came out heavier, warmer.
His entire mouth felt like it was melting.
The moment registered in full force, and it hit him like a truck.
Without thinking—
His hands moved.
One instant—he wasn't touching her.
The next?
His grip locked firmly around her waist.
Clara's entire body tensed.
The sudden force of his grip, the way his hands completely encased her waist—
It caught her off guard.
Her breath hitched.
And—
She finally pulled away.
The kiss broke, but—
Thin bridges of saliva still connected their tongues.
Clara's chest rose and fell heavily.
Her face was flushed deep red, her body practically radiating heat.
She was panting.
Almost smoking from the sheer warmth radiating from her body.
UltSans?
He tilted his head slightly, smirking faintly.
His voice came out low, teasing.
UltSans:"So…"
He raised an eyebrow.
UltSans:"Your man… Glorious… Powerful… Delightful… God…"
A slight pause.
His grip lingered on her waist, just slightly.
UltSans:"Do any of those words ring a bell?"
Clara's brain short-circuited.
Her face?
Red.
Her body?
Burning.
Her mind?
Spinning.
She had no idea what to do with herself.
She was still gripping his torso, her fingers curled slightly against his coat.
For a split second—
She considered holding on.
But—
The moment passed.
And reality slammed into her.
With a sharp inhale, she quickly shoved against his chest.
UltSans—amused—released his hold instantly.
Clara staggered back slightly, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest.
Then—without thinking—
She covered her face with one hand, groaning softly.
Clara:"I… I hate you…"
Her voice was weak.
UltSans?
He just grinned.