Sacred Bloom の小説・ストーリー

The four of us moved in deep, rhythmic thrusts that fed the greater bloom. The sanctum exploded into a garden of flesh and ecstasy. Lovers from every realm joined the blooming orgy. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and nectar. Bodies writhed among the giant flowers—cocks plunging deep, mouths sucking greedily, hands caressing sweat-slicked skin. Vespera was the radiant bloom: double-penetrated by Draven and Lorien, face buried in Sable’s cunt as she licked with desperate hunger. Her body arched and convulsed with powerful orgasms, emerald light bursting from her and making the surrounding flowers open wider.

My name is Dr. Mara Kane. I came to the isolated coastal town of Eldridge Bay as a skeptic. The locals called it “The Bloom”—a seven-year cycle where glowing sea creatures rose from the deep, releasing spores that supposedly drove everyone wild with lust. I laughed at the stories. Mass hysteria mixed with natural aphrodisiacs from algae, I thought. I planned to study it, collect samples, and publish a paper that would make my career. I rented a small house right on the cliffs overlooking the water. The town grew tense as the Bloom approached. People boarded up windows, stocked food, and gave me strange warnings. “Don’t fight it,” an old fisherman told me. “The ancestors come back for love.”

“Ms. Rebecca ran over Ms. Sophia on North Park Avenue. When we arrived, Ms. Sophia was already dead at the scene. “Witnesses reported a dispute between Ms. Rebecca, Ms. Sophia, and Mr. Ethan at the roadside. “Ms.Rebecca then drove into Ms. Sophia, killing her. When we arrived, Mr. Ethan was holding Ms. Sophia’s body.” I looked at Mom. She laughed triumphantly as she muttered to herself, “Dad, I avenged you! Hahaha, I avenged you…”

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

One of them described a theory long abandoned by Pact scholars: that early bloomfields were not natural, but deliberately shaped. By someone who could speak directly to the bloom’s intention. If Liraeth had been that someone… Then this field and maybe others were more than sacred land. They were instruments. And Siran had just tuned one. Across the continent, the ripples had begun. In the far north, where the frostfields swallowed all bloom activity during winter months, a sudden thaw appeared. Not large no more than a circular patch five meters across but inside it, a bloom spiral of ancient make began to rise from under the ice.

Dominic whispered. “Not even close,” Aurora breathed, stepping closer. “That’s a Starbloom.” “What’s a Starbloom?” I asked, already inching toward the tree. “It’s a flower that only grows near immense magical sources,” her older sister replied. “It shouldn’t exist anymore. They died out centuries ago.” “Well… that one didn’t get the memo,” Dominic said. I stepped closer, mesmerized. “It’s growing in the tree,” I said. “Not from the soil. It’s… fused.”

I shook my head, feeling the pull of his words. “It’s called The Eternal Bloom,” he began, his voice low and steady. “This flower only grows in the wild, in a very remote part of South America. It’s said to be incredibly rare—so rare that some people don’t believe it even exists. Legend has it that whoever possesses it will have love that lasts forever. A love that survives anything.” I blinked, taken aback by his explanation. “You… believe that?” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “I don’t need a flower to tell me what I already know, Sarah. But when I saw it, I couldn’t help thinking of you.”

"No Ms.Su. It was called Strawberry mountain because of its shape. Chairman Lu spent a great deal of effort on having that mountain built there." "But why is the color a bit different?" "Oh that. Those are artificial flowers planted in there. If we look at it from a distance, we can see that the color of the mountain is yellow because all the flowers planted there are the same color. It's like creating an illusion that the mountain itself is yellow. But when we get closer, you'll realize that those were just flowers." Amusement danced in my eyes. It's really pretty to look at. "Chairman Lu did all of that?"

Reyna then clarified the clues. When Buddha attained enlightenment, Reyna said, he was meditating under this tree. While Hinduism makes the same tree as a symbol of the world tree whose roots are the source of the Sarasvati River. Then for Christians, Adam and Eve used the leaves of this tree to make loincloths to cover their bodies, after knowing they were naked.