Since the brain could convey information to me, I could also give instructions to the brain.
I stared at Sakura, and for the first time, a look of tension and unease appeared on her previously calm face.
I played with her breasts—Sakura, who I couldn't tell was real or an illusion, finally showed the shyness and pleasure of a normal girl.
She let out a low moan, her small hands awkwardly lifting as she weakly slapped at my hand.
Just as I was about to continue teasing her, Sakura's figure disappeared and reappeared thirty feet away from me.
Sakura regained her calm demeanor and said, "Mr. Fraser, you're much smarter than I expected."
I snorted. "Enough with the tricks. What exactly are you?"
Sakura said softly, "I told you, I am a fragment of your mind, activated and completed by th
