Chapter 2

-----------------------------------------------------------------

Translator: penny

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: Fake Lady, Real Lady. (1)

-----------------------------------------------------------------

'Damn it.'

I must not euthanize Dia.

That much ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was certain.

What happens after Dia gets euthanized? Alfred and the maids would be overjoyed on the inside but pretend to be outraged on the outside.

And then they'd make me, the one who euthanized her, keep her company in death. A truly convenient and easy story. At least from their perspective.

However, I didn't possess this body just to experience a bad ending in real life. Especially not when I'd entered with cheats. Heading toward a bad ending was out of the question.

"Drug."

Dia approached me, clutching scissors in her hand, the snip-snip sound echoing with each step.

Damn it. My hands moved frantically on instinct. I hurriedly rummaged through the bag Alfred had given me.

Wrong. No matter how much I searched the bag, it was all filled with euthanasia drugs.

Getting stabbed by those razor-sharp scissors wouldn't leave me unscathed. I could only hope the clothes I was wearing were as thick as possible.

With that in mind, I slipped my hand inside my clothes.

That's when it happened.

'Huh?'

Something brushed against my fingers. A texture similar to the vials I'd been touching while rummaging. Without a second's hesitation, I pulled it out.

Found it! It wouldn't be strange for a doctor like this guy to carry a sleeping pill or two in his inner pocket.

I had no idea why Alfred missed it during the clothes check, but thanks to that, my life was spared.

First, use the sleeping pill to knock her out. I couldn't kill her.

Dia swung her arm, close enough that I could get nicked by the scissors. I finally managed to open my mouth.

"Drug. I'll give you the drug, Young Lady."

"...Drug."

Her motion stopped abruptly as she raised the arm holding the scissors. Then she slowly lowered it.

"Quickly... quickly."

Dia plopped down onto the floor haphazardly and looked up at me, extending her arm.

Our eyes met naturally.

Like gold covered in dust, her once golden eyes were now dull. Even so, I could tell she desperately craved the drug.

With no choice, I sat down in front of her and grabbed her arm.

"The left arm is fine?"

"Fine. Quickly. Drug."

I carefully gripped Dia's arm, thin as a barren twig.

The Young Lady wore a dress stained everywhere, but it had sleeves. I glanced at her face and calmly rolled up the sleeve.

"F...fuck. I said quickly, quickly!"

But Dia seemed to be at her limit. She yanked her arm away and ruthlessly scraped at her sleeve with the scissors in her other hand.

Before I could even stop her, it happened. Like a cat clawing a cushion, her sleeve tore open, and in some spots, the cuts were deep enough that blood was already beading.

"No, Young Lady."

I quickly snatched the scissors from her. Thanks to my high physical stats, it wasn't as hard as I'd thought.

Dia glared at me like she wanted to kill me.

"If you don't inject quickly... I'll bite my tongue... drug."

"...Understood."

Handling it swiftly was what I wanted too.

I wanted to knock out this Young Lady who looked ready to devour everything and get the hell out.

I stuck the syringe into the sleeping pill vial and drew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it up. Then I brought it to her arm.

"Hee... heeheehee... drug... it's drug~"

As the syringe neared her arm, her lips curved into a wide grin.

I slowly injected it. But even as I did, I couldn't tear my eyes from her arm.

'What the hell...'

Dia's skin was as white as pure snow. And incredibly soft, no doubt. I could tell that much just from her face.

But look at the arm now exposed.

It was covered in bruises. Needle marks from injections, no doubt. And full of cuts like from sharp objects.

The skinny arm blanketed in wounds sent a chill up my spine.

Lost in those thoughts, the sleeping pill in the syringe had fully flowed into her body.

"Ugh. Get lost. Get the hell out now."

The moment the syringe's plunger bottomed out, she shoved me away and yanked it out herself. Then flung it at me for good measure.

"Gonna feel good now. Gonna feel so good."

Dia spun around in place, lost her balance, and collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"Heeheehee..."

Yet she laughed. Making strange giggling sounds, she climbed onto the bed.

Her bed was far from pristine, of course.

Stuffing from torn teddy bears spilled everywhere—headless, armless, legless corpses of dolls littered about. Ignoring it all, Dia lay down in the middle.

"Feels good. So good..."

I paused as I tried to quietly leave the room. Dia had started stripping.

She first tugged at the dress to pull it down, but when it wouldn't budge, she ripped it with brute force and her nails.

'Is it okay to leave her like this?'

The sleeping pill wouldn't take long to kick in. Better if she fell asleep peacefully. If she was a proper Young Lady, anyway.

With that simple judgment, I approached the bed. Planning to hold her until she dozed off.

"Young Lady. You can't rip your clothes."

"You... you... mm.."

Dia tilted her head left, then right, stroking her chin. Then,

"Fuck this! You still here? You bastard! Lowborn scum! Trash! Useless piece of shit! Get out!"

Objects tumbled across the bed and grazed my cheek. Dia started hurling toys, knives, stuffing balls—everything—at me mercilessly.

"No, Young Lady."

"Get out! I said get out, fuck!"

"...Understood."

With no choice, I backed toward the door without touching her.

Dia didn't seem very interested in me to begin with. More like, her interest vanished the moment she got the drug.

"Need to feel good..."

Thinking I'd left, Dia fully shredded her dress and tossed it aside, then began caressing her now-naked body.

"Heehee... ugh.... ah.."

What followed was far too distant from anything a 'Young Lady' should be.

Dia rubbed her thighs together before bringing her hand to her privates.

Only the dress was torn off; her shoes, garter belt, and underwear remained. The sight was utterly obscene.

"Ugh...."

Dia's fingers delved into her own slit. I could clearly see her wrist moving rapidly inside her panties.

"Eut, uuuh..."

The Young Lady's sticky moans and wet squelching sounds filled one corner of the room. Sounds from her lewd crevice.

Each busy twitch of her wrist brought lewd, obscene splatters. Erotic and vulgar enough to stir a slight excitement just from hearing.

"Eut! Uuuh... haaaaaah..."

How much time passed like that?

Moments later, Dia shuddered violently. Her hand slipped out from her panties, slick with something sticky.

"Doesn't feel good at all..."

I understood then why she'd trembled—not pleasure, but rage.

Dia wildly scanned around, eyes darting. It didn't take her long to lock onto me.

"You... you, give it again. Drug. Give it again. You lied. This isn't it. I'm not an idiot."

The Young Lady leaped from the bed. Nearly naked, she charged at me, leaving me flustered.

"Gonna kill you! Liar! Drug... I wanna feel good!"

"Young Lady. Calm down."

I pleaded with serious eyes, but an aroused Young Lady like this wouldn't stop.

She seemed ready to do anything for drugs and pleasure.

Proof: despite my words, she grabbed my collar. Quite the height difference, so she stood on tiptoes.

"Doesn't feel good... not at all! Give me the drug! The drug'll make me feel good!"

Part of me wanted to shove her off, pin her down, and hold her till she slept. But I couldn't treat the Young Lady that way.

As long as I stayed in character as this game's protagonist, rough handling her would backfire. Might lead straight to a bad ending.

So, I made a decision.

"You want to feel good, right?"

Instead of shoving her away roughly, I gently scooped her up. My tuned-up physical stats made it easy.

"Wh-what are you doing! Give me the drug!"

"Yes. I'll give it to you."

She halted mid-swing with her fist. At my promise of drugs, the Young Lady calmed instantly. She didn't even mind being held.

A way to soothe Dia until the sleeping pill kicked in—without actually giving her drugs.

Satisfy her myself. Simple as that.

So, I carefully laid her on the bed.

"Here. Do it... here. Quick..."

Like begging for an injection, she lay there extending her arm toward me.

Her posture was wantonly promiscuous. Naked, mouth agape in bliss at the mere thought of drugs.

"Yes, Young Lady. Then, from now on..."

I took her slender arm in one hand and gently placed my other on her belly.

"...I'll give you a slightly different drug."

The palm on her belly began ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sliding slowly downward.