Neurolink System in the Modern World

"Those are the memories of our son!" she revealed, her face blushing with embarrassment .

I felt a surge of confusion, ready to protest, but before I could react, she leaned into me.

Our lips met in an unexpected kiss, her warm breath mixing with mine, and her tongue delicately brushing my lips.

I wanted to push her away because deep inside, I feel like kissing her was not right.

However, the taste of her saliva mingling with mine made me lightheaded. The aroma of her sweat also triggered something in me.

In that moment, my tongue responded to hers, twisted in a dance that seemed to satisfy our desire.

She pushed me backward until I found myself lying on the sofa, the texture of the fabric beneath me adding to the sensory experience.

Her breath, filled with excitement, gently touched my skin. Her face blushed, showing a mix of desire and embarrassment. The fast beating of her heart echoed in my ear, showing that she was very serious right now.

I still didn't understand what she meant by her words, but at this point, my instinct kick in already anyway. I began touching her waist and started to undress her white blouse.

As my fingers ran across her skin, she started squirming, but she didn't let go of me. She continued kissing me, as if I were her long-lost lover

After undressing her and taking off her white bra, I started playing her bare soft white tits. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she responded passionately, her moans filling the room.

"I missed you" she breathed against my ear, her voice dripping with lust .

I nodded, unable to form coherent words as desire consumed every fiber of my being.

Her hands touched my cheeks.

"I can't believed that you're really him… I love you," she murmured, nipping at my bottom lip.

Her words sent a jolt of anticipation through me, heightening the already intoxicating atmosphere.

"I can't believe we are finally together again," she whispered huskily, trailing kisses down my neck.

I wanted to tell her that I didn't know shit about what she meant, but I was too into the zone to think clearly. But one thing was for sure, the look in her eyes was not something a mother would do to her son.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

'Could it be that I'm someone else?' I muttered to myself, contemplating things while enjoying her body.

Seeing that she was completely in the mood for sex, I took the opportunity to slip my hand under her bottom while pressing my lips against her bare tits. She gasped and leaned into my touch, arching just enough for me to pull down her pants.

With a tinge of lust in her eyes, she reached out and undid my pants too.

The anticipation built as our clothes fell away, leaving us both naked and vulnerable.

Our gazes locked, a silent communication passing between us. It was clear we both wanted this - more than anything else.

"Mo..," I instinctively called out, but she put her fingers on my lips.

"Call me Zayen, honey," she insisted.

She took of my pants and started playing with my now fully erect cock, her touch incredibly sensitive and skilled.

Her fingers danced along the base, while she spit on it . I couldn't help but let out a guttural moan, feeling the heat building within me.

She smiled at my reaction, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in closer.

"You always like getting a handjob" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

A part of me wanted to resist her - to hold onto what little control I still had left - but another part craved surrender to this possible forbidden desire. It was an intoxicating battle between lust and hesitation that raged within me.

Her fingers continued their delicious dance on my shaft, circling and swirling in rhythm with her words. The sensations were overwhelming, amplified by the electrifying anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

However—

"Stop," I replied with a cold tone and pushed her away.

My mind was being affected by something, and I only managed to wrestle control back after directly activating the Will of Z. It seemed its passive effect was not enough to fend off against her abilities.

"Honey," she tried to touch me again but I slap her hands away.

"Explain everything or..." I gritted my teeth, the coldness in my voice unmistakable. Did she expect me to say, 'Okay, I understand, let me fuck you and forget everything.'

"Put your clothes back," I ordered her.

She was stunned by my words, but she still picked up the blouse from the floor and put it on. At the same time, I also got dressed again.

I waited for her to calm down before she open her lips again.

"You're my husband ," She spoke , finally adding more narrative in this whole fiasco.

With my Will of Z activated, the impact of her revelation no longer held the same power over me.

I mean, come on, I had a system that gives me different types of power for God's sake. Despite the explosive nature of this plot twist, it became more manageable.

The gears of my mental machinery were now turning smoothly, processing the unexpected turn of events.

"How is that even possible?" I asked,

"I don't know, but I knew for sure that you are him after I saw you. And I was able to confirm it after talking with our son," she replied.

"I asked him about his life so far, and it was different from the future I saw a decade ago. Then, I realized something. That future was not him; it was your future. But because you used his face, I misunderstood it all along," she added

"So you can foresee the future?" I asked, noting that it wasn't the first time I had encountered this type of ability, but this was certainly the most powerful one.

"I did, but I lost it after I got captured," she confessed.

I paused for a moment , I really did not care of who I am really in the past, the important thing was the present, but I still found this whole scenario unbelievable.

'How can I even turn into a child? And what about the memories? Are my memories of being bullied even real?' I thought to myself. But then again, my bullies knew me, so it means that years of suffering were true.

Then an idea came to me. I could achieve it by using shapeshift and suggestion on myself.

But suggestion doesn't work if I use it on me, so how?

I have multiple guesses .

One, I am already a powerful being before pretending to be weak. But if that was the case, why did I not save her in the first place when she got captured?

Or, a third party exists that had the ability to do that. This was even scarier because it means that there was an orchestrator behind all of this.

And that someone was powerful enough to account for everything.

"Tell me more about the future you saw," I asked with a firm voice.