Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Rewards after the sex

The light was already bleeding through the curtains.

Not a blinding burst of sunlight—just that soft, golden hue that crept in slow and silent, gently casting long lines across the sheets. Damien stirred, his senses surfacing in fragments. No alarm. No sharp jolt. Just a strange, unfamiliar stillness.

And warmth.

His eyes opened slowly.

The ceiling above him was familiar—the same ornate molding, the faint shimmer of the chandelier overhead. But something was off. Off not in the way of threat, but in the way of pause—as if the world had waited for him, just this once.

Then it hit him.

The light.

It was already morning.

Really morning.

He turned his head slowly to the side, almost cautiously—as though confirming a suspicion rather than discovering something new.

There she was.

Elysia.

Lying on her side, hair a tangled spread of black silk over his pillow and the sheets, her breathing soft, steady. One arm draped over the edge of the bed, the other curled slightly near her chest, fingers still twitching faintly in the echo of tension. Her face was peaceful. Unmoving. Her brows relaxed in a way he almost never saw.

No orders. No sharp retorts. No cold detachment.

Just… sleep.

Damien stared for a long moment, silent.

The question—why hadn’t he trained this morning?—barely needed an answer.

“…Hmph.”

It wasn’t that he was sore. Or that his body refused to move.

It was that he had moved far too much last night.

After the first round, he’d gone for five more. Five.

Her screams had been sharp, startled at first, then desperate, then hoarse. That voice of hers—normally so composed—had broken down into something raw, something utterly human.

And that had only made him push harder.

Restricting bracelets or not, she had endured all of it until her body could do nothing else but collapse beside him, trembling and drenched in sweat, the energy of an Awakened woman completely spent.

And now—

She was still here.

He watched her for a while longer.

So still.

So quiet.

So utterly undone.

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat.

“Heh…”

He turned his eyes back to the ceiling, the smirk still tugging at his lips.

“Who would’ve thought…” he murmured, voice low, amused, “this dear maid of mine… learned fast.”

The smirk didn’t leave his face.

He turned his head again, gaze settling on her once more.

Elysia.

Still asleep, the faintest movement in her chest with every breath. Her body barely stirred, completely relaxed now—far from the combat-ready posture she usually maintained like armor. Her cheeks were flushed with the faintest tinge of color. A soft sheen of sweat still clung to her skin from the night before, catching the morning light like dew.

Damien’s eyes lingered.

She had learned fast.

After the second round, her reactions had changed. Gone was the rigid obedience, the purely passive compliance. Her body had started to move on its own—instinctively, hungrily—matching his rhythm, her legs wrapping around him, her arms pulling him closer with each passing moment. The hesitation had been burned away by raw sensation, and what had taken its place?

Submission, yes.

But also desire.

The third round had been a mess of tangled limbs and breathless gasps. By the fourth, she was biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming too loud.

And by the fifth…

He exhaled, sharp and satisfied, letting the memory stretch and bloom in his mind.

Even with the restricting bracelets dampening her Awakened body, she had responded beautifully. Every twitch, every moan, every desperate clutch at his shoulders—it had been as if something long dormant in her had been pulled out by force. A part of her she never let anyone see.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as he studied her still form.

Her full power.

What would it have been like if she hadn’t been restrained?

If her bracelets were removed?

If she had let loose even a fraction of her strength as an Awakened?

Damien wasn’t stupid.

He didn’t know Elysia’s official classification. The Elford family kept those records sealed, and she’d never volunteered the information. But she was his Shadow. Trained by his mother’s bloodline. Trusted to guard him and, if necessary, eliminate threats before they ever reached the estate.

She had to be at least A-Rank.

And if that was true?

Then this same woman—peacefully sleeping beside him now—could’ve easily killed him in a single movement.

One wrong twitch. One moment of lost control.

His throat made a quiet hum.

“Well…” he muttered, voice dry with amusement. “This should be a good rest time for you.”

Elysia had been stationed alone in Blackthorne Villa. No servants. No backup.

She had handled everything—his meals, the grounds, the cleaning, his schedule, his training.

Not that the workload would have strained her. Not physically.

But emotionally?

Mentally?

Mind-numbing repetition.

And now?

Now she had a Master who made sure she wasn’t bored anymore.

He reached over slowly, carefully.

Let his fingers brush through her hair.

The strands were still slightly damp. Her scalp warm beneath his touch. She shifted slightly under his palm, but didn’t wake. Just a soft inhale, and then back to stillness.

His thumb grazed her temple.

“I am such a good Master,” he murmured, voice honeyed with mock pride.

Then, without another word, he slipped out of bed.

The light had spread wider now, casting golden slashes across the marble floor. The air was cool against his bare chest. He stretched once, deliberately, shaking the stiffness from his shoulders.

As Damien moved through the growing light, the cool air brushing his bare skin, something caught his attention.

It was subtle at first.

Just… a feeling.

His fingers brushed down his forearm. Paused.

Smooth.

Far smoother than before.

His brow furrowed, gaze flicking down. No resistance under his palm, no stubble, no coarse imperfections. Just clean, unbroken skin—like silk laid over muscle.

He flexed his hand.

Huh.

No soreness in his joints. No heavy sluggishness in his legs, no dull ache in his back. One would expect exhaustion after a night like that—five rounds, relentless rhythm, strain upon strain. Even with his growing stamina, it should have left him winded, at least.

But instead—

He felt light.

Rejuvenated.

Almost… cleansed.

“…Interesting.”

His voice was quiet, lost beneath the echo of his steps as he entered the bathroom.

He flicked on the shower.

A sleek hum responded. Hot water cascaded down from the ceiling in a perfect stream, steam curling into the air like mist drawn to his presence.

Damien stepped in slowly, letting the warmth sink into his skin.

The first touch of it sent a ripple down his spine—not painful. Just sharp. A clarity. As if the water wasn’t merely cleaning him, but revealing something beneath.

He exhaled, long and steady, resting his hand on the cool tile.

And then—his eyes narrowed.

Ding.

His memory jolted.

A notification. Or rather—several.

He’d ignored them all last night, distracted as he had been. But one in particular stood out now, surfacing from the back of his mind like a name spoken in a dream.

Right after he had pulled her close… right after he had kissed her—

It had pinged.

That one.

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[New Quest: Surpass Your Instructor]

Elysia stands as your current peak. She holds the knowledge, the edge, the control.

Objective: Beat Elysia in a spar before midnight.

Rewards: – +100 SP

– +100 EXP

– [Physique of Nature] will evolve.

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His lips curved into a grin.

“Oh… that one.”

He tilted his head back, letting the water stream over his face, soaking through his hair and tracing his jawline like liquid threads of heat.

He’d forgotten all about it in the moment. So many other things had been happening. So many more satisfying goals being fulfilled.

But apparently—he’d completed this one too.

He had beaten her.

In the ring.

The water continued its descent, cascading over his frame in sheets of heat and steam. Damien’s hands braced against the slick tile as he breathed in the scent of mineralized stone and synthetic purity. Stillness hung in the space, broken only by the soft drip and hiss of water.

His grin lingered.

Yes. He had beaten her.

Not in some honorable, clean-cut martial display.

No, he’d used misdirection. Provocation. The kind of underhanded maneuver that had her guard falter for a single moment—the same moment he seized to bring her to the floor, breathless, her blade an inch too slow.

Victory by inches.

But victory nonetheless.

And the system hadn’t cared about honor.

It had only cared that the balance had tipped.

He pulled back from the wall, water trailing down the hard lines of his body, and mentally called up the interface.

Ding.

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[Passive Skill Update: Physique of Nature]

▶ Description: A living embodiment of primal balance. The body now adapts to align with the highest achievable form of natural potential.

▶ Effects:

Enhanced Recovery

The host’s body passively heals minor injuries at an accelerated rate. Universal Alchemical Compatibility

The host can now consume any alchemy-based product—potions, elixirs, tonics—without side effects, even as a non-Awakened. Foundation Stabilization

The host’s body is preparing for full Awakening. Future enhancements will integrate more efficiently. Natural Compression (New)

The host’s body fat, muscle structure, nerve systems, and skeletal frame will naturally compress and converge toward optimal human performance.

– Fat storage is to be reduced to only essential biological function

– Muscle tone refined into lean, responsive density

– Tendon and joint elasticity aligned for peak mobility

– Neuromuscular signal clarity increased

– Hormonal balance optimized for performance and longevity

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