Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Unexpected Bedroom Visitor
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"Why are you here again?"
Lize breezily ignored my question, strode into the room, and flopped onto the bed like it was her own. She was so casual, you could've sworn the place belonged to her.
I had no choice but to sink back into the swivel chair. There was no way I trusted myself to sit on the same bed as that walking embodiment of temptation.
After rolling around on the bed for a bit, Lize suddenly sat up.
"How's the new dorm treating you?"
"You barge in out of nowhere, steal my bed, and that's the first thing you say?"
"Special service. Now the sheets smell like a girl—nice, right?"
"Why would that be nice?"
"You answer my question first. How is it?"
"...Yeah, it's great. Really."
I meant it.
Who wouldn't love trading a rock-hard wooden bed with threadbare blankets and moldy stone walls for a plush mattress and wallpapered modernity?
"See?"
Lize grinned and stretched, her already massive chest straining even more as it jiggled up and down. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, those things demanded attention.
Iris's weren't small by any means, but Lize was in a whole other league—full-on explosive territory. Her breasts were nearly as big as her head, if not bigger.
And with that sleeveless top clinging tight, her abs and sides were on full display. There was nowhere safe to look.
Her midriff and lower back were completely exposed, and when she stretched like that, the hem would ride up to the brink of revealing the undersides of her breasts.
On top of that—maybe I was overthinking it—but Lize seemed to keep emphasizing her body.
Stretching with her armpits wide open, or crossing her arms under her chest to push them up, or twisting her legs so her thighs pressed together, or adjusting the elastic of her dolphin pants while flashing her hips.
'Yeah, probably just my imagination.'
I shook my head to clear the stray thoughts.
She was just getting comfortable, actions slipping out unconsciously. The idea of her seducing a guy she'd known for less than an hour was pure fantasy—totally illogical.
"So, what's your secret?"
"Secret to what?"
"That last technique I used. How'd you block it? You can't just see it and counter. And with the frost and ice, you barely had a view. I played it cool, but I was seriously shocked."
*I died to it a few hundred times, so I memorized the rhythm.* Yeah, no way I could say that. Instead, I gave a wry smile that screamed *I've got secrets*.
Lize didn't seem to expect an actual answer anyway and kept talking regardless.
"We've never met before, you haven't seen that move, and it's not something you perfect-counter after one glance. Hmm, so what? Oh, wait—no. Maybe we *have* met in the past? You're cursed, right? Lost most of your old memories, so maybe you forgot meeting me?"
"Be serious. Even if I lost my memories, *you'd* remember us meeting. You haven't forgotten anything."
"True. I'd never forget a guy like you. But still, it doesn't add up. Blocking my Frost Storm Barrage perfectly on first sight? That was one of my killers."
"Killer? Didn't you say you were holding back?"
"If it looked like the newbie couldn't handle it, I'd have stopped right in front of you. I'm that good."
Lize said it with a playful wink.
Fair point. She'd halted her dagger inches from Iris's throat mid-chaos, so stopping in front of me would've been easy.
"And one more thing."
"Yeah?"
"How'd you know I was going for that final parry-counter?"
The playfulness vanished from her face. Her expression turned dead serious in an instant—the smiling eyes from moments ago felt like a lie.
"Okay, fine, I'll buy the rest. Good reflexes, sharp eyes, your old self was a pro so your body remembers fights—sure, blocking a first-time attack isn't impossible. Iris proved it already. But that last one? No way."
She leaned back slightly, propping herself up with both arms. Then she crossed her legs, right thigh over left. Her chest and thighs were thrust into sharp relief.
My body kept reacting, so staring straight ahead felt wrong, but with her this serious, looking away wasn't an option. I met her eyes.
The moment her blue eyes locked onto mine, Lize shot to her feet. Her breasts bounced heavily with the motion—slowly, deliberately. She started stepping toward me, one foot at a time.
I flinched.
"Even Iris admitted she'd have fallen for it without prior knowledge. But you saw through my counter-parry and twisted your attack trajectory in that split second."
With those words, Lize spread her legs and straddled my thighs, settling onto my lap. In an instant, we were face-to-face, practically embracing in the chair. I still hadn't moved.
*...What the hell?*
Finding somewhere to look was torture.
Right in front of my face, her massive breasts heaved, barely contained by that thin sleeveless top. Shift my gaze sideways, and her armpit was there. Deep cleavage and the milky scent of her neck were bonuses.
Her thighs pressed warmly against mine, and with her legs spread wide over me, the intimate space between was brushing dangerously close to my groin.
The dolphin pants stretched taut on the sides, digging into her thighs and outlining her hips perfectly—probably even the subtle cleft between her legs.
"Answer me. How?"
"...Not sure what you're getting at."
Lize leaned in closer. My vision filled with blue eyes, blue hair, and pale skin. She was so close her breath ghosted my lips.
"I know you're playing dumb."
The distance between our faces shrank. Trying to pull away was pointless—she'd grabbed the chair's backrest with both hands, trapping my head between her arms.
I couldn't break free.
Not that I didn't try—I straight-up couldn't. As if I could overpower Lize. Plus, her thighs clamped down on mine with iron strength; they didn't budge an inch.
My body was pinned helpless beneath her. How long we stayed like that, I don't know, but the face shoved right up to mine finally pulled back a bit.
"Fine, you won't answer, so I'll drop it."
I barely exhaled in relief when her thighs suddenly surged forward. *Tap.* Something soft nudged my groin.
"Instead, don't you have questions for me? I'll answer anything you want, no holds barred."
Lize whispered huskily into my ear.
"Uh... nothing comes to mind, so could you get off?"
"Nothing? For real?"
A smile curled her lips—the exact one she flashed right before mischief, like when we first met. Dread flickered through my mind. *What the hell is she planning in a situation like this?*
"Ask anything. No need to overthink. Like... my exact cup size. Or my weak spots. Whatever."
Our faces drew even closer. One more push, and our lips would touch.
*No, seriously, why?*
Sure, the full-body assault sparked dirty thoughts, but confusion dominated: *Why the hell is she doing this to me?* That's what barely kept my sanity intact.
Obviously. This never happened in the game, and accepting it could derail the story in who-knows-what way.
NPCs seducing players? Never existed.
"Look, Lize, can you let go first—"
"Nope."
Now her peach-flushed face and blue eyes filled my sight. The strap of her sleeveless top slipped off her shoulder.
Lize had me pinned to the chair with thigh power. Head locked between arms, thighs immobile. Her red lips parted, tongue peeking out.
And now, her breath wasn't just brushing—her lips were about to meet mine.
*Knock knock.*
"Newbie? You in there? Dinner time—I came to get you."
Erika's voice called from outside.
Lize ignored the first knock, pushing her lips forward. But the second one hit, and she scowled, jerking her face back right before contact.
Then she yelled at the door.
"Hey! You manners-less jerk! Why interrupt at the perfect moment? You ruined everything!"
"Perfect moment...? Wait, why are you even in Newbie's room, sis?! What's this 'perfect moment' crap?!"
"I came to hang out! I'll leave in an hour, so buzz off and let us play!"
"Why an hour from now?! Are you insane? Open this door!"
Erika pounded on the door from outside.
Lize, back to grumpy from predatory, grumbled something as she slid off my lap. She fixed her slipped strap and face-planted onto the bed.
Muffled from the pillow:
"Don't gonna open it?"
"...Me?"
"I'm the guest. Host opens the door."
Not wrong, technically—but hadn't she just tried to force herself on the host?
Feeling awkward, I unlocked the door. Erika shoved it open, urgency etched in her expression and movements.
Her usual politeness gone, she barged in without a word and beelined for her sister sprawled on the bed. She seemed seriously rattled.
"Sis!"
She launched into a lecture at the bed-bound Lize, who half-ignored it under the covers. Chaos erupted immediately.
Looks like dinner would be late.