Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Humilation
“Ahahhaha….”

Damien exhaled sharply, his smirk deepening as he let out a low chuckle. But beneath the amusement, something flickered in his gaze—something distant, as if he wasn’t entirely there.

‘Tch. This guy’s traits are acting up again…’ he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough to be heard.

Then, without warning—

Spit!

The wet sound echoed against the cobblestone path as Damien spat onto the ground, right in front of Celia’s polished black shoes.

The reaction was immediate.

A sharp inhale from Victoria.

A strangled gasp from Cassandra.

Lillian took a half-step back, eyes wide with disbelief.

And Celia—

Celia’s emerald eyes darkened.

Slowly, Damien lifted his gaze, looking at her—not with awe, not with admiration, not with that desperate need for approval that had always plagued his pathetic existence before.

No.

He looked at her like she was nothing.

“I always knew you and your friends were whores for attention,” he said, his voice dripping with casual disdain, “but I didn’t expect you to actually lie in front of everyone this easily.”

A slow smirk played at the edges of his lips as he tilted his head, watching the way Celia’s fingers curled slightly at her sides.

“Thin-skinned as usual.”

His words were deliberate. Direct.

A sharp insult, thrown right into her face in front of her entourage—something that had never happened before.

The air around them thickened.

For the first time in their long, twisted history—

Celia Everwyn had been publicly disrespected by Damien Elford.

The Damien Elford who was supposed to be on his knees for her.

The Damien Elford who was supposed to be crawling back to her, begging for a sliver of her attention.

Instead, he had spit at her feet.

And called her a liar.

A tremor ran through Damien’s body.

Not out of fear.

Not out of hesitation.

But something deeper. Something ingrained in his very core.

His body was fighting him. A whisper of old instincts clawing at the back of his mind, telling him to submit, to kneel, to take it all back before it was too late.

But he refused.

His fingers twitched at his sides, his muscles tensing as if his own skin could barely contain the force surging within him. He could feel the shaking—uncontrollable, undeniable—but his smirk didn’t waver.

No.

He embraced it.

He let it settle into his bones, let the sensation crawl up his spine, let it remind him of what this was.

A battle.

And he was winning.

His icy-blue eyes bore into Celia’s, and for the first time in her life, she wasn’t sure what she was looking at.

Was it rage?

No.

Was it bitterness?

No.

It was something colder. Something unreadable.

Then, in that same mocking, casual tone, Damien spoke again.

“Your father must have been pressuring you a lot,” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “Considering you even waited at the door of my mansion.”

The moment the words left his lips, Celia’s breath hitched.

And he saw it.

That tiny flicker. That split-second reaction she didn’t have time to hide.

Perfect.

He took a slow step forward, just enough to loom ever so slightly. “Isn’t that right?” he continued, his voice smooth, taunting. “After all, your beggar family is always looking for more money to suck dry.”

A harsh silence followed.

Victoria’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Cassandra swallowed hard.

Lillian shifted uncomfortably, glancing between them, as if suddenly realizing they had wandered into a battlefield they weren’t prepared for.

Damien chuckled darkly.

“How fitting, don’t you think?” His voice dropped just enough for the words to slice through the tension like a blade. “Daughter like father.”

His smirk widened, slow and deliberate.

“One is selling her own body to fund her pathetic family.”

He let the words linger, watching as Celia’s fingers twitched at her sides.

“And the other?” His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.

“Just a common pimp trying to whore out his own daughter for survival.”

A gasp.

A ripple of shock spread through the courtyard.

Even the bystanders, who had only been watching from a distance, recoiled.

Because Damien Elford—

The spineless, pathetic fool who had once followed Celia like a lost dog—

Had just torn her dignity apart in front of everyone.

A sharp intake of breath rippled through the crowd as Celia’s hand shot up, fast and precise, aiming straight for Damien’s face.

SLAP!

Or at least, that’s what should have happened.

But before the impact could land—

Damien’s fingers wrapped around her wrist.

Firm. Unyielding.

The air froze.

Gasps broke out around them as students stared, wide-eyed, their expectations shattered.

Because Damien Elford—the man who had once let Celia slap him, berate him, humiliate him—

Had stopped her.

Celia’s emerald eyes locked onto his, burning with fury, her breath quickened by the sheer audacity of what had just happened.

Damien, however, only smirked, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

“Can’t handle the truth?” he taunted, his voice dangerously low, laced with mockery.

Celia’s jaw clenched, her fingers trembling slightly in his grasp. “Watch your words, Damien,” she hissed.

He let out a sharp, humorless chuckle. “Or what?” His voice dropped into something rough, something raw. “What if I fucking don’t?”

His blue eyes bore into hers, unwavering.

“What the fuck will you do?” he continued, his tone filled with something razor-sharp. “Will you threaten me with silence? With not speaking to me? Not meeting me?” He scoffed, his smirk widening. “Like how you used to?”

The weight of his words settled between them, suffocating.

Celia’s breath hitched, because the way he said it—

The way he threw her past tactics back at her, stripped of their power, reduced to nothing but a pathetic attempt at control—

It was like watching the very foundation of their relationship crumble before her eyes.

Damien leaned in ever so slightly, his grip firm but not painful, just enough to remind her that this was different now.

“If you think that shit still works on me,” he murmured, his smirk deepening—

“You’re fucking mistaken.”

The tension in the courtyard was suffocating.

Damien’s body was still shaking—his fingers twitching slightly as if something inside him was battling against itself. His breath was steady, but the weight of his own words, of what he was doing, sent an unfamiliar sensation through his limbs.

Yet, his smirk remained.

His grip on Celia’s wrist loosened, and then—deliberately, without hesitation—he let her go.

Celia took a half-step back, her hand falling to her side, but her emerald-green eyes burned with something dangerously close to fury. No—worse. Panic.

And Damien saw it.

He turned, shifting his attention to the other girls, his icy-blue gaze flicking between them—Victoria, Cassandra, Lillian—who still looked utterly frozen by what had just happened.

“You,” he said suddenly, his voice sharp, cutting through the silence. “Didn’t you just say I didn’t deserve this whore?”

Cassandra flinched, her grip tightening on her clutch.

Victoria’s mouth opened slightly, as if trying to formulate a response, but no words came out.

Lillian, usually quick with a sneer, looked as if she’d swallowed something bitter.

Damien scoffed. “What? Cat got your tongues now?” His smirk widened, laced with cruel amusement. “Say it again. Say I didn’t deserve her.”

None of them spoke.

None of them dared.

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head before exhaling. “Then let me announce something.”

His shoulders trembled slightly, his body still visibly shaking—whether from the adrenaline, the sheer force of pushing past old instincts, or something deeper, he didn’t know.

But it didn’t matter.

He took a deep breath and spat out the words.

“The engagement between me and this bitch is cancelled.”

A sharp gasp rang out from somewhere in the crowd.

Celia’s eyes widened—just for a fraction of a second—before she schooled her expression into something unreadable. But Damien saw the moment it hit her.

That this was real.

That he was the one walking away.

And then—

Damien’s smirk turned cruel.

His voice dropped lower, but it carried through the courtyard, ensuring everyone heard.

“Now, anyone who wishes to fuck her, go ahead. I knew you dogfuckers had been waiting for a chance already.”

A stunned silence.