What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

Despite the hostile warning from House, Omia remained unfazed. She chuckled and rubbed her lips with her index finger. "Who am I...? That's an interesting question... House, oh wait, should I call you Mr. House?"

The mattress sank softly, and Omia leaned back, her hands supporting her on the edge of the bed, her legs hanging naturally, her toes just touching the carpet.

She swung her legs, as if testing something, or perhaps simply finding it comfortable to sit like that.

"Oh...you're overthinking it. I am Omia, and Omia is me, it's just that...I've changed a bit now."

House hesitated for a moment: "Changed?"

Can taking a bath really change your form? Are you kidding me, lady?

"Yes, you can call me Mom now~ I'll be so happy."

"Mom...Mom??"

Omia smiled sweetly: "Oh~ Mommy's here, you're such a good boy, doggy."

"Fuck you! I wasn't calling you! Can't you tell I was asking a question?!"

House wheeled himself up to Omia, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently. "Hey Omia, what's wrong with you?! Why are you acting like a madman after taking a shower? Is there a virus in the bathwater?!"

"Ouch, ouch, stop shaking me~" Omia mumbled sleepily. "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, sweetie, Mommy will tell you, okay?"

"Stop calling yourself 'Mom'!"

House's face was contorted with frustration, his heart filled with bitterness. He had always thought Omia was a good girl, but now she had inexplicably become a god... Damn it, is there some kind of halo around me? Why is it that everyone who gets close to me is either inherently defying the heavens or will eventually become defying the heavens?!

I'm just a perfectly normal, model student! Why should I be treated this way?!

Damn it, I'm really angry.

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious right now... Wait, what are you doing now?"

But before House could finish speaking, a soft, warm foot suddenly pressed against his chest.

The movement came suddenly, yet carried a hint of languor.

Omia didn't change her leaning posture; she simply lifted her right foot, which was resting on her knee, and placed the sole of her foot lightly on House's sternum.

His five toes were slightly spread apart, then slowly curled up, the tips of his toes gently scraping his skin through his clothes.

"Oh dear... why are you so excited?"

Her voice was as soft as melted honey, rising at the end, and her toes drew small circles on House's chest.

The soft, white soles of her feet rubbed against his heaving chest, and he could feel the lines on her soles even through the thin fabric of her clothes... soft, warm, and slightly damp.

Her toes curled up again, the tips pressing against the area below his collarbone, and she gently pushed him back.

"Step back a bit, you're so close, I'm worried you'll bite me~"

But she didn't look shy at all when she said this. She smiled and looked at House with half-closed eyes, like a cat looking at a mouse pinned down by its paws.

Her feet were still drawing circles... one circle, two circles, three circles. With each circle, her toes curled up, and the tips of her toes gently scratched his chest, leaving a faint itch.

House blushed.

Omia smiled, her eyes crinkling at his flustered expression.

"Oh~ your face is so red." She curled her toes again, gently tickling his heart. "Your heart is beating so fast, what's wrong? Don't you like this? But your eyes..."

She moved her toes up slightly and gently tapped his chin.

"You've been staring at this spot... What's wrong? Why are you staring at Mom... Mom, oh my god!"

In an instant, Omia's smugness shattered into a scream.

House's face did turn red, but it was from anger.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the bad foot, then clenched his knuckles and plunged them hard into Omia's sole!

"Are you fucking never going to stop?! Can't you speak properly?! Can't you?!"

Omia sprang from the bed like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, only to fall heavily back into the covers. She tried desperately to pull her foot back, but House held it tightly, his thumb still pressing and rotating forcefully on that pressure point—

"Hahahaha, wait, wait, wait—! No, no, no there—!!!"

She laughed until tears streamed down her face, rolling around on the bed, kicking her other leg wildly, pounding the mattress with her hands, her long hair scattered everywhere. But she couldn't pull her leg back; House's thumb seemed nailed to the sole of her foot, and with each press, she shuddered, her laughter mixed with sobs, and sobs mixed with laughter.

"I'm asking you a question! Can't you speak properly?! Can't you?!"

House yelled and pressed the button again.

"Hahaha—yes, yes, yes!! I'm serious! I'm serious!"

"Can you—!!!"

"Yes!! Yes!!!"

House pressed it again before letting go.

Omia lay sprawled on the bed like a dehydrated fish, panting heavily. Her tormented foot rested limply on House's knee, the sole of her foot red and trembling slightly.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears of laughter clung to her eyelashes, her chest heaved violently, and the neckline of her linen pajamas was frayed and loose.

"Ha...ha...you...you're such a bad dog..."

"I fucking... I'm too lazy to curse you anymore, just hurry up and tell me." House was panting heavily, still holding her foot tightly. "Otherwise, I won't stop next time."

Omia lay on the bed and tilted her head.

Tears still clung to the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were still slightly red, but that smile slowly crept back, though this time it wasn't frivolous; instead, it carried a hint of helpless submission.

"Okay, okay..." she said softly, "I'm just teasing you... House, have you ever heard of bisexuality?"

"What is that? Split personality?"

"Well...it does look somewhat similar, but they are actually not the same thing. Bisexuality disorder is generally caused by patients suffering from huge psychological problems for many years, and the stress has nowhere to be released."

Omia stretched: "Like this, actually, the real 'Omia' is right now."

"The real... Omia?" House was completely baffled. "What does that mean?"

Omia shook her arms, straightened up with a somersault, and began to describe the scene to House in vivid detail:

"I am actually a person who is very prone to internal conflict, and this situation is very serious. In addition, I have an extremely serious perfectionist obsession when it comes to alchemy and magic. So when these two unpleasant situations are combined, it makes my past days extremely painful."

"While bisexual personality disorder is called an illness, it's more like a protective mechanism of the brain. To prevent you from going crazy, it forcibly separates out a personality that is the opposite of your own."

Opposite personalities... House's mind flashed with the faces of Diavolo and Tobio:

"Are you also a twin emperor? I've seen cases of dissociative identity disorder before—hmm!"

The girl covered his mouth with her hand, and Omia held up a finger and muttered, "I already said it's not dissociative identity disorder, ugh... you stupid dog, let me explain it to you like this: you think of the current me as 'S Omia,' and the previous one as 'M Omia,' using sexual fetishes to distinguish them, you should understand, right?"

House suddenly understood: "I get it."

Omia rolled her eyes at him: "You're quick to learn about these things... Anyway, doesn't 'M Omia' always tell you she wants you to be her dog or something? You must find that strange, right? Those words don't really sound like something she would say, do they?"

She grinned, revealing her pearly white teeth, and said, "That's right, because I was the one who orchestrated it all."

Ah...now that you mention this, House understands everything. The strange feeling he had been sensing about Omia was actually this!

So, could it be that Neferi, who had already gone to the underworld, suddenly went mad because of this illness?

"So... will 'M Omia' know about all this you're talking about?"

"Of course, you're still misunderstanding something."

Omia poked House's forehead with her finger: "We are not two separate people, we are still one, we share thoughts, we share consciousness, and we share bodies."

"M Omia is S Omia, and S Omia is also M Omia."

"It's just that she's much more optimistic and cheerful than me, so most of the time I'm more willing to be 'M Omia' because that way I live a much easier and happier life. You understand what I mean?"

House nodded blankly. "I've fulfilled two wishes at once... Kinder Surprise Eggs, that's for sure."

Theoretically speaking:

Does having one Omia mean you can have two Omias at the same time? And if you have sex with a 'S' in front of a 'M', does that count as NTR? And if you have sex with a 'M' in front of a 'S', does that count as reverse NTR?

Holy crap... The Trisolarans' nightmare has arrived.

"No, why didn't you tell me about something this important sooner?"

"Didn't I tell you already? And aren't you curious why I specifically chose to turn back into 'S' now? Just a friendly reminder, the last time I turned back was seven or eight years ago~"

As Omia spoke, she winked at House again.

That gaze was so soft it could stretch into silk, sticking to House's face and making his face, which had finally calmed down, burn up again.

"What...what do you mean?"

"Huh? Still pretending to be stupid?"

Omia's fingers slid down House's forehead, gently brushed along the bridge of his nose, and finally landed on his chin, where she rubbed the newly sprouted stubble with her fingertips.

"Aren't you curious about what 'M' did to you before... and what he said to you? Was I involved?"

House's pupils dilated. The girl's fingers were still on his chin, her fingertips warm and slightly calloused, probably from years of grinding medicine. The touch was delicate and ticklish, like ants crawling on him.

"I think..."

"Of course I got a share!" Omia interrupted him, pressing her face even closer until House could feel her breath on his nose. "When she said she wanted you to be her dog, I laughed so hard; when she blushed, I blushed too; when her heart raced—"

She moved her fingertips to his heart and gently tapped it.

"I'm dancing too."

"!!"

No way... God, is this how you test our cadres?

This is my Achilles' heel!

"So?" Omia tilted her head, looking at him with bright eyes and a half-smile playing on her lips. "I don't think you're that stupid, are you? You can't be so oblivious, can you?"

The girl's slender fingers began to draw circles on his heart, one circle, two circles, three circles... exactly the same as when she drew with her feet just now, only this time it was lighter and slower, as if she deliberately wanted him to feel the warmth and texture of her fingertips.

"What I told you..."

She paused, lowered her eyelashes, then raised them again, her eyes sparkling as she pressed her lips to House's ear: "That was all true."

House held his breath, looking at the face so close to his, feeling as if he were about to melt under the other's gaze.

He could hear his own heartbeat, each beat heavier and faster than the last, as if it were about to burst out of his chest. A thin layer of dampness seeped from his palms, back, and forehead.

House's sharp mind suddenly kicked in, and even if he were slow-witted, he would understand what this meant. Could this be the legendary...?

One of the three great illusions of life—she likes me?

His heart skipped a beat as he gazed into the girl's eyes, where his face was reflected... and there was a faint light he couldn't understand, a soft, bright light like a flame burning in the darkness of night, warming the heart.

Omia moved her fingers away from his heart and gently took his hand in hers. Her hand was soft and small, warm and slightly damp—she was sweating too, and that dampness seeped through her skin like a silent testament... confirming that every word she said was true.

House's fingers twitched, instinctively wanting to squeeze back.

But the next second he saw Omia's ever-smiling face suddenly turn slightly red...

Her eyelashes blinked weakly, and her moist lips parted slightly.

"House...do you only understand when I say it out loud...? My feelings for you...I am..." Her voice trembled slightly, "I really want to..."

Thump thump thump thump—! ! !

It's the Emperor Engine! House activated the Emperor Engine!

Is it true...is it true?! Could it be...could it be that I can finally join the ranks of the "normies" (people who are successful in love with others)? Hahaha...No, no, I can't laugh yet, I can't laugh yet, I have to hold it in, I have to hold it in...until she says it herself—

"I really want you to be my dog!"

"—?"

Omia gripped House's hand tightly, pleading with utmost sincerity, "Just give in to me! Please? Please! I'm begging you, I promise I won't treat you badly!"

Tears flowed silently down her face.

"Ha ha."

House looked up at the ceiling, tears welling in his eyes, and two streams of tears slid down his cheeks.

I really shouldn't have had any illusions about this awful other world.

There have never been any normal people on this damned land.

He couldn't help but wonder if what he was doing was really the right thing to do?

This kind of ridiculous world is hopeless... Maybe it's better to just destroy it sooner rather than later?

House sniffed his swollen nose and let out a mournful groan.

"Damn it, toying with a virgin's feelings... Graywaran... I swear!!!"