Chapter 6

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 6

Chapter Title: You Have Talent

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A lap pillow.

One of the classic positions that comes to mind when you think of lovers' romance.

Even I, whose years alive equaled years solo, had fantasized about trying it at least once in my life.

But not like this.

Not so suddenly.

And definitely not on the lap of some woman I didn't even know.

Unaware of my inner turmoil—or perhaps not caring—the woman gently stroked my head as it rested on her lap.

"...U-um, if you don't mind me asking, who might you be?"

As I finally pried my lips apart to speak, her face peeked over the two mounds above me once more.

Beneath silver hair that shimmered under the fluorescent light, ice-crystal eyes stared down at me coldly.

"I'm Lizetta, assigned as Master Hyun-seong's personal maid starting today. It's a pleasure to serve you."

"M-maid?"

No wonder I felt something other than a ribbon on my head—it was a maid's standard headband.

A lap pillow from a maid.

That was a romance in itself.

"I never hired a maid, though."

I didn't have the money for that, nor the guts to hire one in an apartment full of nosy neighbors.

"Master Hyun-seong didn't hire me yourself, but my creator made me as a gift for you."

Creator?

Was she crazy under that pretty exterior?

"...Ah."

Come to think of it, there had been some weird mechanical voice talking about perks and privileges.

Was that the perk?

"Mind if I ask who this creator of yours is?"

"My creator is..."

I was leaning in, waiting for the maid's answer, when a voice suddenly intruded.

The sound echoed directly in my mind rather than my ears, an alien sensation that furrowed my brow.

This youthful, mischievous voice sounded familiar.

"You're that voice from the demon sword back then...!"

The voice from the demon sword when I possessed Hans's body.

The culprit who possessed me in the first place.

But didn't something ominous just slip by?

"I will serve Master with all my heart and soul from here on out."

Boing♥

"Urk."

At that moment, as Lizetta bowed slightly in greeting, her ample bosom softly smothered my face.

"My apologies. It was unintentional."

"N-no, thank you."

Thank you very much.

Hearing my strained breaths, Lizetta quickly straightened up, then reached toward my lower body as if spotting something.

"L-Lizetta? What are you—mmph?!"

Before I could sit up and check, her hand gently caressed the tent in my underwear.

"It's grown."

"Th-this is just an unavoidable physiological reaction."

Before I could protest further, slender fingers slithered into my underwear like a snake, groping inside.

"Eek!?"

"Did my breasts excite you?"

"That's not...!"

"Stop egging her on and rein her in for once!"

Idiot me for even asking.

"If you'd like, I can help relieve Master Hyun-seong's urges right now. Shall I show you my breasts?"

"Forget that—first explain what's going on here...!"

Ignoring me, Lizetta loosened the top of her black maid outfit, revealing one breast.

A pink nipple sat prettily at the center of the porcelain fruit, capturing my gaze.

My impatient little guy twitched in her grasp.

"You do like breasts. I'll continue my service."

"Yes. I'll do my best."

"Listen to me for once—hey!"

The chaotic farce ended only after my scream echoed through the house.

Finally escaping Lizetta's lap, I got up from the bed and flung open the room's window.

Cool April night air blew in from outside, washing away my scattered thoughts.

"Lady Child, was there some mistake in my service?"

"I can hear you."

Gritting my teeth, I ignored the grating voice and looked around.

Aside from the monitor being pitch black—probably auto-shutdown—the room looked much the same.

Except for the maid, that is.

"How much time has passed?"

I grabbed my phone from the bed and checked the time.

Thursday, 11:30 PM.

"Only 30 minutes?"

It felt like five or six hours had gone by.

Time must flow differently between the game and reality.

But the real issue wasn't time.

-28 missed calls from 'Hysteric Witch.'

"What the hell... so many calls."

Hours past quitting time, and my boss was blowing up my phone 28 times in 30 minutes.

This is bad. Really bad.

Did some major screw-up happen?

No recent bookings I could think of.

Who even travels in April anyway?

"Ugh, screw it."

I rolled my eyes, running through possibilities, then gave up thinking altogether.

If it's that serious, just fire me.

Perfect excuse to quit anyway.

But despite my thoughts, cold sweat dripped down my body.

"Whew. Window's open, so why's it still so stuffy?"

"Bathroom."

"Shall I accompany you?"

"N-no, I'm good!"

I waved off Lizetta, who was already rising from the bed to follow, and bolted to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and turning on the faucet.

"What an unusual person."

Splashing cold water on my face snapped me awake.

But then.

"Was the sink always this low?"

Feeling off from bending lower than usual, I wiped the water from my eyes and peered into the mirror.

To my shock, it wasn't my old body staring back.

Ripped forearms and thighs bulging with veins.

Straight back, broadened shoulders.

And chiseled abs without an ounce of fat.

It was almost identical to Hans's body, the one I'd admired during possession.

"Is this really my body?"

My face, weary with dark circles, remained unchanged.

"Yep, that's me."

Which meant, maybe...

Gulp.

With trembling hands, I slipped into my underwear and grasped the guy between my legs.

And then.

"...Oh shit."

The unfamiliar heft sent shivers down my spine right there.

The snake had become a dragon.

After admiring my changed body in the bathroom mirror for a while, I returned to the room. Child asked in a sly tone.

Lizetta had gotten up from the bed at some point and now stood demurely in the corner.

"Ahem. What the hell happened?"

As Child's voice cut off, a holographic window popped up before my eyes.

The contents read:

My profile and stats were displayed on the status window.

The most eye-catching were stamina and libido.

They'd skyrocketed from their original values.

I had no comparison, but visually, I looked like a pro athlete.

Another thing that caught my eye:

"Traits?"

The list at the bottom. I tapped 【Lewd Beast】 with my finger.

"Ooh."

So this 【Lewd Beast】 trait was why I'd bulked up.

And it kept my body in top shape permanently.

A dream come true for any modern guy.

I quickly checked the other trait.

"Oh ho."

This trait let me snag Hans's abilities.

The description was cringy, but the effect was better than 【Lewd Beast】.

It meant I could use protagonists' traits in real life.

Only then did I tear my eyes from the status window.

"Hmm."

How was it?

No question.

"Fucking amazing."

Way too generous for just a taste.

Not only did I meet the heroines I'd only seen on my monitor, I went all out until my balls were drained.

And now this killer body on top.

"For real?"

Child's offer was tempting enough to make anyone's ears perk up.

But before nodding, reason kicked in.

"Why go this far? What's in it for you?"

First lesson from office life: no such thing as selfless kindness.

Especially from some mysterious stranger whose face I didn't even know.

Better worry about poison before swallowing the bait.

Child shifted to a serious tone, and I swallowed hard, nodding.

After ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a brief silence, the answer came.

"What?"

Blunt enough to make my tension deflate.

"Are you, like, some kinda god or something?"

Possession, telepathy, even creating people.

Nothing short of divine...

Dodging questions about identity was suspicious.

"Then how am I supposed to trust you?"

"Urgh."

With that, the voice in my head fell silent.

No more waiting around.

Child.

Suspicious as hell.

But if it meant tasting that world again...

"...Haa. Fine. Deal."

Recalling the vivid sensations in my hands and groin from the possession, I nodded into empty air after some thought.

My life's a bore with no attachments anyway.

If this is a poisoned chalice, better die sweet-dreaming than rot in bitter reality.

Child's voice sounded leisurely, like it expected my answer.

"...Nope."

Questions like that pop up when situations hit.

Hides its own secrets but knows everything about me.

"Work, huh."

My excitement plummeted into gloom.

Just endure one day—weekend's next.

Clinging to that, I took a step toward the bed.

"Huh?"

Dizziness hit, vision blurring.

I tried steadying myself, but my body wouldn't cooperate.

Finally, my foot caught a chair wheel, and I pitched forward.

"Are you alright, Master Hyun-seong?"

Lizetta appeared instantly, catching me with her body. Disaster averted.

Her ample chest made for perfect padding.

"Y-yeah, thanks to you... Appreciate it."

"Leave it to me. I'll carry you to bed."

"No, really, I can walk."

But strength wouldn't return, so I had to lean on Lizetta's support.

"Hoo."

Finally perched on the bed, catching my breath, the dizziness faded fast.

My body still felt like a waterlogged sponge, though.

"A toll?"

"Master Hyun-seong, let me support you. Lie down slowly."

"I can lie down myself..."

Despite my protests, Lizetta wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

Reluctantly, I let her help me onto the bed.

The moment my back hit the mattress, sleep crashed over me like a wave.

"I'll wake you in the morning, so rest easy."

Lizetta knelt in the narrow space beside the bed, reaching out to stroke my hair.

Her gentle touch swept my bangs aside, eyelids growing heavier with each pass.

"Child."

Before consciousness faded, I mustered my last energy for one final question.

"Why me? Plenty of other gamers you could've picked."

"Yeah."

92%—hard to forget a stat like that.

Casual way to drop something so brutal.

So my high 92% compatibility made possession possible.

"Talent?"

Talent? For me, who'd just drifted along with life's waves.

Even if it was flattery...

It struck deep in my chest anyway.

But.

"So you're saying there was still an 8% chance of failure?"

Silence in my head.

Chats up a storm until it suits it to clam up.

"Yawn."

Limit reached.

No energy left to think.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sinking darkness.

Lizetta knelt by the bed, gazing intently at the sleeping Hyun-seong.

Committing every detail of her new master to memory.

After a moment, her creator's voice echoed in her mind, drawing her eyes away.

"Yes. He seemed quite exhausted."

Lizetta didn't know her creator's face.

She'd been made right here in Hyun-seong's room.

All she knew was that Child was her creator and the knowledge implanted by them.

Enough for a maid's loyalty.

"Of course. As Master Hyun-seong's devoted maid, my role is to serve him faithfully in all things—from housework to sexual relief."

"Yes. My existence and will belong entirely to you, Creator Child."

Her tone was cold and emotionless, like a machine.

For a mere creation, fulfilling her creator's commands was purpose incarnate.

As the voice faded and silence returned, the maid's blue gaze settled back on Hyun-seong atop the bed.

In the room settled by tranquil night air, she kept vigil by her master, her expression unreadable.