Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 23: Selene (2)

"Why?"

I watched her carefully, letting the silence stretch for just a moment longer.

Then, I smirked.

"There could be a lot of reasons why you were watching," I admitted, tilting my head slightly. "But there's one I'd bet on."

Selene arched a delicate brow, waiting.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "Tell me," I said, my voice smooth, deliberate. "Have you ever heard the term supply and demand?"

Her golden eyes flickered with something—interest, perhaps.

Then, she chuckled. "Of course I have."

I grinned. "I figured. But let's go over it anyway, just for fun."

Selene didn't interrupt. She simply watched, curious.

I gestured lazily with my hand. "When something is in low supply but high demand, what happens?"

She smirked. "It becomes valuable."

"Exactly," I said, snapping my fingers. "The rarer it is, the more people want it. Simple economics."

I let my smirk widen, locking eyes with her. "Now let's apply that to your situation."

Selene's expression didn't change, but I could tell she was listening.

"The guy you left Righteous_One for—he must have been in high demand. A god of something people wanted. Power, beauty, charisma—something that made him desirable."

Selene exhaled through her nose, amused. "Go on."

"But the problem," I continued, "is that when something is too desirable—when everyone wants it—suddenly, your ability to claim it isn't so certain anymore."

I tilted my head, watching for a reaction.

"You thought it would be easy, didn't you?" I mused. "That you could have him the same way you had Righteous_One—effortlessly. But it wasn't that easy, was it?"

I clicked my tongue. "Considering that gods like Righteous_One exist—gods with pathetic qualities, self-pitying tendencies, weak attributes—" I gestured vaguely. "I imagine the supply and demand ratio for someone actually worth something is completely fucked."

Selene's fingers, which had been idly drumming against the armrest, stilled for just a fraction of a second.

A pause.

Small. Almost unnoticeable.

But it was there.

I grinned.

Gotcha.

I leaned back, the grin never leaving my face.

"At the end of it all... you were discarded, weren't you?" I mused. "After everything, after leaving Righteous_One for something better, you found out that you weren't the only one who thought like that."

Selene's golden eyes darkened slightly, but she said nothing.

I chuckled. "Such a tragedy," I said mockingly. "And yet, it's so simple when you break it down. A perfect equation. One's own ego—that refusal to change, that stubborn insistence on seeking the same qualities in a partner, never once considering the competition for them."

I tilted my head, my voice laced with amusement. "And in the end, when you realized that you were just another option rather than the choice... you came crawling back to your own roots."

The room turned cold.

Selene's fingers stopped their idle movements, her golden eyes narrowing as the very air shifted.

The weight of her presence pressed down like an unseen force, an unmistakable warning.

And then—

"Are you implying that I am some sort of whore who doesn't know her value?"

Her voice was no longer playful.

It was sharp. Icy.

A blade hidden beneath silk.

I met her gaze, unfazed.

If she thought intimidation would work on me, she was dead wrong.

I let out a small chuckle, tilting my head as I met her cold, piercing gaze.

"I didn't say you were a whore who didn't know her value," I said smoothly. "But you sure look like a bitch who didn't know one."

Selene's golden eyes narrowed.

Then—

Pressure.

A weight unlike anything I had ever felt before crashed down on me.

My lungs seized. My bones screamed. It was as if the entire world had decided to crush me beneath its heel.

The pain—

It wasn't just pressure. It was pure agony. Like invisible hands were grinding me into dust, twisting my very being into something unbearable.

I dropped to my knees, my arms trembling as I barely kept myself from collapsing outright.

But even as the suffocating force pressed me down—

I grinned.

Because so what?

I had died before.

That pain? That terror? It had been far worse than this.

I had spent years bedridden, my body a prison of weakness, my every moment overshadowed by an illness that gnawed at me piece by piece. And that sure as hell hadn't been painless, either.

So what if she was trying to break me?

Did she really think I'd bend over just because of a little pain?

I clenched my jaw, forcing my body to move, to resist, even as every inch of me screamed in protest.

Then, through gritted teeth—

I laughed.

"Hah... hah..." My voice was hoarse, breathless, but the amusement in it was undeniable.

I lifted my head, my smirk never fading despite the crushing force weighing me down.

"That... all you got?"

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I let out a ragged breath, my body screaming from the pressure bearing down on me. But even through the pain, through the weight trying to grind me into the floor, I grinned.

"You're angry," I rasped, my voice strained but steady. "And you know why?"

Selene didn't respond, but I could feel it—the way the air around her crackled with restrained emotion.

"It's because I hit the truth," I continued, my smirk widening despite the pain lacing my every word. "Or at least, something damn close to it."

I tilted my head slightly, ignoring the way my muscles protested. "I mean, think about it—why else would you care about the words of a mere mortal?"

Silence.

But that silence told me everything.

A soft chuckle left my lips. "By reacting like this, you're basically admitting it. And that?" I exhaled sharply. "That is what makes this so fucking funny."

Selene remained still, golden eyes locked onto me, expression unreadable.

The crushing force lingered for another agonizing moment.

And then—

It vanished.

I sucked in a deep breath as the weight lifted, my body still aching but no longer trapped under that suffocating force.

Selene let out a quiet sigh, shaking her head. "I knew something like this was bound to happen the moment I looked through your life," she murmured. Then, with a soft chuckle, she added, "But you really are quite something."

She stood gracefully, the movement fluid, effortless.

And then—

She walked.

Her long legs swayed with every step, the slit in her dress parting just enough to reveal glimpses of flawless skin. Every motion, every gesture, radiated confidence. Control.

And as she moved, her voice carried through the air, smooth and deliberate.

"You were partially right," she admitted.

I arched a brow. "Oh?"

She glanced at me over her shoulder, a small smirk on her lips.

"I did indeed leave him for something," she said, her voice carrying a knowing amusement.

Then, she stopped, turning slightly—golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

"But it wasn't for a man."