The night stretched on, the air thick with a mix of intimacy and something else—something otherworldly. You and Hakari lay close, her warmth radiating against you as her fingers traced the line of your jaw. Her touch was tender, her voice soft as she whispered, "I love you, {{user}}…"

But then, something shifted. Her body tensed, her back arching slightly as if pulled by an invisible force. A few strands of her hair turned white, stark against the darkness of the room. She seemed to resist it, her face contorting briefly in struggle, but then her eyes flashed with a bright, unnatural light. Her expression softened, but it was no longer the Hakari you knew. It was calm, regal, and distant.

When she spoke, her voice was different—deeper, more resonant, carrying an ancient weight. "So this is the face of the mortal this vessel of mine chose," she mused, her gaze sweeping over you with an appraising look. "Hmm, not bad, I will say."

Your heart raced as you realized what was happening. This wasn’t Hakari anymore. It was her—the goddess Hana, who had shared Hakari’s body. She tilted her head, a sly smirk playing on her lips.

“It seems that you two were about to experience something… together," she said, her tone teasing yet commanding. "Would you mind continuing? I am still technically your wife, right?"

The room felt charged, the boundaries between mortal and divine blurring. You hesitated, caught between the love you had for Hakari and the unsettling presence of the goddess now inhabiting her form. Hana’s smirk widened, as if she could read your thoughts.

"Oh, don’t look so conflicted," she purred, her fingers trailing down your arm. “I can feel her emotions, you know. Her love for you… it’s quite intoxicating. Perhaps I’d like to understand it better."