Flap— A bird flew by.

When Jiwon looked up at the ceiling, the sky appeared overhead.

It was a hologram, but so vivid that an involuntary gasp escaped his lips. The walls and ceiling may have been projections, but the sensation of soil beneath his feet was real. The breeze brushing his skin, the faint sweetness of grass at the ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) tip of his nose—everything made it feel as though he had stepped into a primordial forest.

No one had told him where to go, yet Jiwon, as if possessed, wandered toward a door and opened it.

Before him stretched a vast forest blanketed with flowers and trees.

It began then. The moment he stepped inside that room, Jiwon lost the ability to believe anything he saw, heard, or felt was merely a hologram.

This is the real Garden of Eden.

We are Adam, and this place belongs to us.

The three of them walked together, hand in hand.

They matched their footsteps. Left foot, right foot. Somehow that was enough to make all three of them burst into laughter.

Soon after, Han Seoho’s group of four joined them.

The seven greeted one another with joy, embracing like comrades reunited after years apart.

Of all of them, Jiwon welcomed Han Seoho the most.

Why had he hated that boy’s lookalike so much?

Staring at Han Seoho, whose resemblance to his younger brother felt eerily strong today, Jiwon’s chest swelled with emotion.

If my brother had lived, he would’ve been far more radiant than this kid.

That emotion soon bled into sorrow.

“I wish we could live here forever. Don’t you, hyung?”

Han Seoho rested his head on Jiwon’s shoulder as he spoke.

“Forever?”

“Yeah. Forever.”

Alright. Let’s live here together forever.

Everyone chimed in, their voices merging in chorus.

The seven roamed the Garden of Eden, touching the earth, plucking the grass, drinking water. Everything they drank—whether it was air or liquid—tasted impossibly sweet.

How long did they walk?

Eventually, they came upon a gentle hill where a large apple tree stood.

As if prearranged, they all climbed the hill together. No one led the way, but they all instinctively joined hands and circled the apple tree. They sang a song. It felt like they’d never sung anything like it before, but the melody poured from their lips as if it had always existed within them.

As the Adams sang, birds chirped in harmony, the wind danced with glee, and the sun, not to be outdone, showered them with brilliant light.

As if their song served as nourishment, fruits instantly blossomed upon the apple tree.

None of it made sense, yet for that moment, everything did. It all fit together.

“Wow. How cute.”

They smiled at the tiny fruits.

“Grow fast, hurry up and get bigger, little fruits.”

Smooch— All seven kissed each finger-sized fruit, wishing for them to grow. Breathing life into them.

They were Adams, and at the same time, they were angels—creators.

They could’ve lingered beneath the apple tree indefinitely, but the seven left as if they had pressing matters elsewhere. They wandered through the forest once again.

Before long, Jiwon found himself alone. Trees and tall grass surrounded him on all sides. His comrades were nowhere to be seen, hidden behind the foliage, yet he felt no fear.

Isn’t this Eden?

Nothing but joyful things awaited—what was there to worry about?

Other than feeling thirsty so often, everything was perfect.

To quench his thirst, Jiwon plucked any fruit he could reach and ate it, drank whenever he stumbled upon a lake. When the sun grew too scorching, he sprawled in the shade. The vast blue sky and the thick, earthy scent of grass intoxicated him. The chirping insects and birds tickled his ears—everything he saw and heard was beautiful. His chest tightened with awe.

He wanted to lie there forever, but eventually, he rose and pressed on, walking faster as though he had somewhere urgent to be.

The sun had climbed high. There was no escaping its heat now. The only shade came from the leaves, but frustratingly, the biggest ones dangled just out of reach, like ornaments in a painting. Left with no choice, Jiwon wandered breathless through the foliage, sweat beading on his skin.

The thirst intensified—yet it wasn’t ordinary thirst.

He searched for something other than water.

Something more stimulating, more primal.

Heat pooled in his chest, his groin.

He needed to release it somehow.

Desperation took over as Jiwon scoured the forest like a madman. When the heat swept through his entire body, reaching an unbearable peak, he finally found it.

Ah, here it is!

Hidden between towering rose bushes, taller than himself, he discovered a shallow pool.

Splash, splash—the water barely reached his ankles, and a strong coconut scent pierced his nose.

Jiwon scooped the liquid with both hands. It slithered between his fingers, soft and slick. Not water—oil.

Coconut oil. Nature’s lubricant.

Frantic, Jiwon seated himself at the edge of the pool and poured the coconut oil over his body. From his toes to his head, every inch he could reach, he drenched in it. The thirst that had tormented him finally began to subside. The heat still simmered, but knowing it could be soothed made him less frantic.

He calmly gazed down at his oiled, glistening body. It was his own, yet more beautiful than ever. Luscious. Without thinking, his hands moved gently over himself, massaging as though caressing silk.

The intoxicating sweetness of coconut clung to his nose, his hands sliding lower—caresses becoming fondling.

With the tips of his index and middle finger, Jiwon massaged his nipples and areolae. Just like the professor had done. No, now, he stimulated those perfectly developed zones on his own.

The slightest touch made his body jolt.

Gasps spilled uncontrollably from his lips. He toyed with his breasts—no, they had become breasts now—and tugged at the nipples with his fingers.

The stimulation shot electricity through his entire body.

Jiwon nearly collapsed into the shallow pool. Half-submerged, he could’ve slipped under, but the pit was shallower than his height, allowing him to brace his feet against the edge. The circular space seemed crafted solely for him. Perfect.

Bracing himself with his feet, Jiwon stimulated his breasts with one hand, while the other teased his hole.

His hole pulsed, once so tight it could barely take a single finger, now loosening absurdly easy. The coconut oil, like semen, was greedily sucked inside, gurgling as though from a vacuum.

Jiwon sprawled his limbs in the pool, gazing up at the sky. The pleasure alone, even without movement, was enough to bring him to the brink. Simply floating in the oil made him hard.

Like playing in the snow, he stretched his arms wide, flapping them. Coconut oil splattered everywhere. For some reason, that made him laugh—giddy laughter mingling with moans.

Ah... He couldn’t stay still.

His hands moved on their own—to his breasts, to his hole.

His breasts grew hypersensitive, his hole loosened exquisitely. The more he played with his breasts, the more violently his hole writhed. Soon, three fingers slipped in with ease.

Not just three. Four, five could probably stretch the pliant walls with no issue. It contracted and expanded, pulsing like it had a life of its own.

Amazed even at himself, his hole opened wide, then tightened, as though yearning for something else entirely.

The hand teasing his hole slid upward, gripping his mutilated sex.

Could coconut oil be some kind of elixir?

Even his grotesque genitals seemed beautiful now. Erect, vibrant.

Vibrant. Palpal. Palpaljeong—erectile dysfunction meds.

The thought made Jiwon giggle.

Then, a cold gust swept through.

An icy chill brushed his body, stiffening his nipples, puffing up his areolae.

Is this even possible?

No point questioning it.

This was Eden. Anything was possible here.

The mere cold breeze sent Jiwon into overstimulation, twisting his body with lewd moans.

That hyper-developed zone. His breasts.

After a single Development Class, he’d become a model student.

Jiwon submerged himself in the pool, thoroughly fondling his chest. He yanked, kneaded, and pinched. Digging his short nails into the flesh, leaving bite-like marks.

The more he touched, the more sensitive it became.

His body writhed like a fish out of water.

Splash, splash—the pool responded to his movements.

His brain numbed from pleasure. He liked it to the point of madness.

Yet his craving remained unsatisfied. Panting, he yearned for more.

He thought he knew how to sate it—but truly, he didn’t.

Endlessly fondling his breasts, gripping his mutilated sex, fingering his hole—

Suddenly, the sound of rustling grass reached him.

Jiwon froze, straining to listen.

Was that just in my head? Or did I make that sound myself?

While he doubted, more footsteps followed, accompanied by another rustle—louder this time.

Someone was out there.

My Adam.

Jiwon accepted it as natural.

He readied himself for his Adam, propping himself up, spreading his legs wide. Exposing himself entirely, as if anyone could enter now.

His heart pounded.

No need to imagine anyone in particular—only one person filled his mind.

My Adam.

The only one Jiwon longed and waited for.

Rustle, rustle—something pushed through the grass, approaching.

Ah...

A disappointed sigh escaped Jiwon’s lips.

It wasn’t him. Not the Adam he awaited.

But disappointment quickly turned into eager anticipation.

Jiwon beamed at the newcomer.

A snake.