Chapter 152
Chapter 152
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 152
Chapter Title: Two Personalities
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“…….”
Even after the woman in front of me confessed that she was lying naked under the blanket, I walked toward the bed with remarkable composure.
Nix looked completely caught off guard, as if she hadn’t expected such a stoic reaction from me. Her eyes darted around in slight panic.
“Uh… are you that excited? You wanna do it right here?”
Ignoring her pointless chatter, I found the edge of the blanket she was clutching tightly around herself and gripped it firmly with both hands. I could feel her squirming, trying to resist as I tugged.
I didn’t give her a chance to prepare. Like flipping over a tray of food, I yanked the blanket up and away.
“Eek.”
Just as I’d predicted.
Nix was fully dressed.
‘Well, “fully” might be a bit of a stretch.’
It was more skin exposed than covered, so calling it “proper” clothing felt ambiguous. There was no way she was wearing a bra, and given the pants’ design, she definitely wasn’t wearing panties either. Or maybe something so skimpy it barely qualified as underwear.
“Busted.”
Nix let out a nervous giggle as she propped herself up, sitting straight. That simple motion sent her enormous breasts bouncing dramatically.
Any man with a normal sense of sexual attraction wouldn’t have been able to look away. Not that I knew how the men in this world would react.
“Yeah, busted. So why tell such an obvious lie?”
“No skin off either of our backs.”
That creepy smile came back again.
We hadn’t even properly started talking, and my head was already starting to ache. I pressed my forehead and slumped into the chair by the desk.
Nix swung her legs over the edge of the bed, planting her feet on the floor as she faced me. Naturally, we ended up sitting opposite each other.
Only now, facing her like this, could I properly take in Nix’s appearance.
Her hair was a chaotic mix of purple and green, looking disheveled and unkempt on top of that. It screamed zero maintenance at first glance.
Women in this world barely aged, so that frizzy, wild mess was probably a product of the mod. The model itself must have been designed that way.
Beneath the stringy bangs, her black eyes were pitch-dark like an abyss, the unfocused pupils flicking this way and that before suddenly locking onto me.
From between her pursed lips came a strange laugh that mixed sleaziness and eeriness. It was enough to make my blood pressure spike just thinking of Laxia.
Lower down, past her face, were breasts of monstrous size that forcibly seized anyone’s gaze.
They looked easily as huge as High Priestess Lize’s, but since Nix was much shorter than the relatively petite Lize for a woman, they appeared even larger by comparison.
If Lize’s were on the jiggly side, Nix’s felt impossibly soft—like they’d spill over despite holding their shape perfectly without any sag.
And the outfit wrapping those absurdly massive breasts? An extremely small white dress shirt.
The top looked like it had been sliced off with a knife right below the underbust, far too short to cover her entire torso. The hem was tied between her breasts.
Her overwhelming cleavage and upper swells were practically on full display. It felt less like clothing meant to cover her chest and more like something worn to emphasize it.
The thin fabric was so sheer and tight that you’d worry her pink nipples might peek out with the slightest movement. Or maybe it was the other way around—the nipples were the only things keeping that flimsy scrap from sliding off.
Her exposed midriff had a soft, plump layer of flesh—perfectly appealing without being excessive.
At least her bottoms could pass for normal-looking denim short shorts.
If not for the massive cutouts on both sides.
Already perilously short, barely clinging to her pubic bone, they had everything ripped away except the central zipper line, waist belt, and bits of the hem—making the exposure level insane.
Thanks to that, the bare skin of her Y-zone separating thighs and hips was fully visible, right up to where it led to her privates. The zipper covering her crotch was about the same width as the flaps on the holy robes the high priestesses wore.
On top of that, the belt buckle was half-undone, making the already precarious outfit on the verge of slipping down.
‘What kind of messed-up world is this?’
I’d thought the same thing ever since meeting Iris—like, ‘Surely nothing could be more revealing than this?’ But every guess about this twisted world had been wrong.
White tank tops and dolphin shorts, Aurora’s new city MILF look, Stella’s nun habit, Selene’s full-body semi-transparent tights, the high priestesses’ holy robes, Minerva’s bathrobe, the Golden Twilight Knights’ sports bras and leggings, the Jet-Black Sacred Night Knights’ bunny girl and reverse bunny outfits.
Every single one would drop jaws on first sight.
‘At least Kaikilia’s somewhat normal?’
Her uniform skirt was short enough to bare the bottom of her ass cheeks, but at least it matched the uniform aesthetic.
“Heh, what’s this? You into my body? Should I really strip?”
Maybe my gaze had lingered too long, because Nix stammered as she reached for her shorts’ zipper. Afraid she’d actually strip off what little she was wearing, I stopped her.
“No, don’t. That’s not why I’m here.”
“Fufu, I’d taste delicious, though.”
“Where’d you pick up that line?”
“S-self-taught.”
Even as she said it, she snuck glances at me, gauging my reaction. The moment I saw that, something clicked.
‘That’s exactly it.’
You know that trope—the creepy big-breasted nerd girl?
Her hair’s flashy mix of green and purple aside, and her outfit flaunting her figure instead of hiding it, she nailed the archetype perfectly.
A witch holed up in her workshop casting dark magic, modeled with that exact concept.
Enough chit-chat. Time for the main topic. I rested my elbows on my thighs, leaned forward slightly, propped my chin on my hand, and asked.
“I’ve got a lot of questions… but first things first.”
From the moment I’d gotten this chance, I’d known exactly what to prioritize. I met Nix’s eyes.
“What’s the magic you cast on my head? And why the hell did you do it to me?”
“Heehee. So, what kind of magic?”
“Both. Don’t play dumb—I’m counting on you not to.”
Either one was equally intriguing.
Until meeting Nix, I’d assumed the witch had just grabbed some random passerby to test a curse on, and I’d been the unlucky one. That fit the backstory of the “Abandoned One,” too.
But the woman before me, called a witch in the game, seemed to have a real fondness for me, for reasons I couldn’t fathom.
Sure, she might have cursed random people like in the game, but there was no reason to do it knowingly to me. If there was some backstory, I needed to hear it first.
Unless she was a psycho who’d ruined my life and still clung to me without a care.
“Fufu… That’s not a question I can answer.”
“What? Then—”
Was she planning to dodge and run? I reflexively frowned and reached for her shoulder, but Nix’s eyes shifted to a puzzled expression.
“Huh? Wha?”
“Huh?”
Nix and I blurted out dumb noises in unison.
Nix blinked around the room, then glanced at her own hand about to pull down her pants and my arm reaching for her. She broke into a smile mixing creepiness and delight, letting out a “Heh.”
“You… wanna do it with me?”
“What nonsense is that right after switching personalities?”
She’d said it wasn’t her place to answer and switched to polite speech, so it was clearly the other personality taking over.
But the first thing out of her mouth was that crap, so maybe the personalities shared the same lewd streak. Their behaviors were identical.
“Hehe, my bad. Sorry.”
Nix apologized sheepishly. Even that weird laugh was the same.
“So, your answer?”
“Huh?”
“‘Huh’ what? Answer my question. You—the rude one—said you couldn’t answer it, right?”
“Oh… Did I say that? I don’t remember, so could you explain it again?”
“What? Don’t you two share memories?”
Two personalities without shared memories sounded like a nightmare.
Seeing the doubt on my face, Nix hurriedly explained.
“It’s not like that. We usually do… Hehe. But we can voluntarily cut off sharing. That’s what just happened.”
“You can voluntarily block memory sharing? So couldn’t one personality just live forever?”
“Not forever. You can only hold out without sharing for up to three days max, then the personalities forcibly switch. And the one who comes back has to sleep for as long as the cutoff lasted. I… no, Nix… no… We? Right, we. We don’t want that.”
Got it.
I was more curious about the other side anyway, so I nodded and moved on.
“Fine, then I’ll repeat myself. Spill everything about the magic on my head. Can you answer now?”
“You mean the magic? Both?”
“Yeah. Both.”
“Hmm… One degenerates the body’s abilities, and the other…”
Nix grinned creepily.
“…makes you unable to feel fear. Right?”
“Yeah. Why’d you cast those on me?”
“Why—”
Clack!
The moment Nix tried to answer, her upper and lower teeth slammed together with a vicious snap, sealing her mouth.
At first I thought she just didn’t want to say, but her blinking eyes full of confusion proved it wasn’t voluntary.
Something was up.