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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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“…….”
Despite the woman’s declaration that she was naked beneath the blankets, I walked calmly towards the bed.
Nix, seemingly surprised by my nonchalant reaction, blinked, her eyes darting around nervously.
“Uh… are you that excited? Are you going to do it right here?”
Ignoring her comment, I located the edge of the blanket she was clutching and grabbed it firmly. I could feel her resisting, her fingers trying to hold onto the fabric.
I didn’t give her a chance to react, pulling the blanket away with a swift, upward motion.
“Hee hee.”
As I suspected, Nix was fully clothed.
‘Well, fully might be a bit of a stretch.’
Considering she revealed more than she concealed, fully clothed wasn’t entirely accurate.
She couldn’t possibly be wearing a bra, and the design of her shorts suggested she wasn’t wearing panties either.
Or perhaps she was wearing something that barely qualified as underwear.
“You got me.”
Nix giggled, sitting up.
Even that simple movement sent her ample breasts swaying.
It was a sight that would captivate any man with a normal libido. I couldn’t speak for the men of this world, however.
“Yes, I did. Why did you lie? You knew I’d find out.”
“Because neither of us would lose anything.”
She responded with another unsettling giggle.
My head was already starting to hurt, and the conversation hadn’t even begun.
I rubbed my temples, sitting down heavily on the chair at the desk.
Nix sat on the edge of the bed, her feet on the floor, facing me.
Now that we were face to face, I could properly observe her appearance.
Her hair, a chaotic mix of purple and green, was dry, frizzy, and unkempt. It looked as if it had never seen a brush.
Since the women of this world didn’t age, her hair’s condition was likely a result of the mods. The original model must have looked like this.
Her dark eyes, peering out from beneath her messy bangs, were like bottomless pits, her unfocused gaze flitting around before settling on me.
Her lips were curled into a strange smile, a mixture of slyness and creepiness.
I could understand why Lakscia found it so disturbing.
And then there were her breasts. They were impossible to ignore.
They were easily as large as Lize’s or the Popes’, and since Nix was even shorter than Lize, they seemed even larger in proportion to her body.
While Lize and the Popes’ breasts had a soft, yielding quality, Nix’s, despite being firm and perky, seemed almost… fluid, as if they might spill out of her clothing at any moment.
And the clothing in question was a ridiculously small shirt.
It looked as if it had been chopped off just below her breasts, far too short to cover her.
The ends were tied together between her breasts.
Her ample cleavage and the upper curves of her breasts were practically on full display. It was less a garment designed to conceal and more a tool to accentuate.
The point where I would worry about her nipples slipping out had long since passed.
I wondered if they were actually helping to hold the flimsy fabric in place.
Her exposed stomach was soft and rounded, but not excessively so.
Her bottoms could have been considered normal denim shorts.
If they weren’t ripped to shreds.
They were already incredibly short, barely reaching her hip bones, but the majority of the fabric had been torn away, leaving only the zipper, the waistband, and a few frayed edges.
Her bare thighs, hips, and the beginning of her… nether regions were clearly visible.
The width of the zipper concealing her was roughly the same as the fabric covering the Popes’… thrones.
And the partially unbuckled waistband meant the already precarious garment was threatening to slide down even further.
‘What kind of world is this?’
I had repeatedly thought, ‘It can’t get any worse than this,’ ever since meeting Iris. I had been wrong every single time.
The white tank top and dolphin shorts.
Aurora’s “suburban mom” look.
Stella’s nun outfit.
Selene’s full-body sheer bodysuit.
The Popes’ holy vestments.
Minerva’s bathrobe.
The Golden Twilight Knights’ sports bras and leggings.
The Dark Starry Night Knights’ bunny girl and reverse bunny girl uniforms.
Each outfit was more… revealing than the last.
‘Is Cecilia the only one with normal clothes?’
While her uniform skirt was short enough to reveal the curve of her buttocks, it at least resembled a proper uniform.
“A-are you… interested in my body? Should I… take it off?”
Nix stammered, her hand reaching for the zipper of her shorts.
She seemed genuinely ready to strip, so I stopped her.
“No, it’s fine. That’s not why I’m here.”
“Hmph. I bet I’d be delicious.”
“Where did you even learn to talk like that?”
“S-self-taught.”
Nix glanced at me nervously. Her expression reminded me of something.
‘She’s exactly like that.’
The stereotypical “creepy busty nerd girl” character type.
Aside from her colorful hair and revealing clothing, she fit the archetype perfectly.
It seemed the modders had modeled the reclusive, magic-obsessed witch after that specific trope.
I pushed aside the irrelevant thoughts, focusing on the matter at hand.
I rested my elbows on my thighs, leaning forward and resting my chin on my hands.
“I have a lot of questions, but… I’ll start with this.”
My course of action had been decided the moment I had the opportunity to speak to her.
I met Nix’s gaze.
“What’s the nature of the magic you used on me? And why did you do it?”
“Hee hee. What magic are you talking about?”
“Both. I’ll assume you’re not going to pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
I was equally curious about both aspects.
Until meeting Nix, I had assumed, based on the game’s lore, that the witch had simply experimented on a random stranger, and that stranger happened to be the protagonist.
That was the backstory of the Forsaken One.
But the woman before me, despite being called a witch in the game, seemed to have… feelings for me, for some reason.
That meant while she might have cursed a random stranger, she wouldn’t have cursed me knowing who I was.
There had to be a reason.
Or perhaps she was a psychopath who enjoyed inflicting suffering and then pursuing the victim.
“Heh… that’s not something I can answer.”
“What? Then—”
I frowned, instinctively reaching for her shoulder, thinking she was trying to avoid the question, when her expression suddenly shifted, her eyes widening in confusion.
“Huh? What?”
“Huh?”
We both stared at each other, bewildered.
Nix blinked, looking around, then noticed her hand on her zipper and my hand reaching towards her.
A strange smile, a mixture of creepiness and delight, spread across her face.
“Are you… going to… with me?”
“What are you talking about? Your personality just changed.”
She had switched to formal speech the moment she claimed she couldn’t answer my question, indicating a personality shift.
But her first words after the shift were… suggestive, to say the least.
It seemed the change in personality didn’t affect her… eccentricities.
They were both equally strange.
“Hee hee, was I wrong? Sorry.”
Nix apologized sheepishly.
Even this personality retained the unsettling giggle.
“So, the answer?”
“Huh?”
“What do you mean, ‘huh’? Answer my question. You said… the other you… the informal one… couldn’t answer it, right?”
“Oh… did I say that? I don’t remember. Could you explain it again?”
“What? You two don’t share memories?”
It seemed incredibly inconvenient to have two personalities that didn’t share memories.
Seeing my confusion, Nix quickly explained.
“That’s not it. We usually do… hee hee. But we can choose to block the memories. That’s what I did just now.”
“You can choose to block memories? Couldn’t you just… live as one personality then?”
“Not permanently. We can only block memories for three days at most. After that, the personalities switch automatically. And we have to sleep for the same amount of time we blocked the memories. I… no, Nix… no… we? Yes, we. We don’t want that.”
I see.
Since my real question was for the other personality, I accepted her explanation without further questioning.
“Well, then I’ll ask again. I asked you to tell me everything about the magic you used on me. Can you answer now?”
“The magic? Both spells?”
“Yes, both.”
“Um… one was a spell to regress physical abilities, and the other…”
Nix smiled creepily.
“A spell to prevent you from feeling fear. Right?”
“Yes. Why did you use those spells on me?”
“Why—”
—Click!
Just as Nix was about to answer, her jaw snapped shut with an audible click.
I initially thought she was refusing to answer, but her bewildered expression and wide eyes suggested it wasn’t voluntary.
Something was wrong.
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Seduce her harder and all secrets will be reveled