Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate-Chapter 24: Selene (3)

Selene's smirk deepened as she turned fully to face me.

"If you know this much about people like him," she mused, golden eyes gleaming with amusement, "then you should also know what they are."

She took a slow step forward, her presence suffocating yet mesmerizing.

"How draining they can be," she continued, her voice smooth but laced with something sharp. "How they feed on others, taking and taking, always demanding more—yet never giving anything in return."

Her gaze locked onto mine, unblinking. "What would you call them?"

I knew the answer instantly.

And judging by the way her lips curled, so did she.

"Ah, right..." she said, dragging out the words, as if savoring them. "You humans call them a covert narcissist."

Tch.

She wasn't wrong.

The weak, self-pitying, parasitic type—those were the worst ones. The ones who manipulated, who played the victim, who sucked the life out of everyone around them.

"And after being with him for so long," Selene continued, stepping closer, "my eyes were finally opened to how things should be."

A chuckle left her lips, but it held no warmth.

"So I left."

She tilted her head, watching me carefully. "But while leaving, I wanted to leave that wimp with a little gift."

I raised a brow. "A gift?"

Selene's smirk widened slightly.

"He had always been insecure about himself," she mused. "Always needing validation, always begging for reassurance. Pathetic."

A glint of something cruel flashed in her eyes.

"So, I thought..." She placed a finger against her lips in mock thought. "Why not push him even further?"

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Her voice dropped into something almost mockingly sweet.

"For all the time of torment he put me through..."

She let the sentence hang in the air before chuckling.

"And that's why I left him. Not for a man. Not because I was looking for something better." She took another step closer, her presence practically suffocating. "But because I wanted to break him."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Tch. That's cold."

Selene smirked. "Oh? Are you saying that even me leaving him makes me a whore?"

She leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming, waiting for my response.

I stared at her for a moment, letting her words settle.

Then—

I laughed.

Not just a chuckle, not just a smirk—full-on hysterical laughter.

"Ahahahahahahaha!"

How could I not?

This whole situation was just too fucking funny.

I had been in a hospital bed, half-dead, just wasting time because of that bastard Eric. He had been the one who made me play Shackles of Fate. Some depressing eroge about a pathetic excuse of a man who had everything stripped from him.

I played it.

I found it pathetic.

And so, I left a review.

Just some words on a screen. Just some thoughts I threw out there before moving on.

But it turned out—

The developer of that miserable, self-pitying game?

He was a fucking god.

And then I fought with that god over a damn review.

I mocked him. Tore his worldview apart piece by piece. And somehow—some-fucking-how—I got transmigrated into his game.

Why?

Because the words I spoke to him, the truths I threw in his face, were his greatest fears.

He couldn't let them slide.

And now?

Now, after all of that—

After the system, after seeing firsthand how delusional this guy was—

I just found out that every ounce of his insecurity, every bit of his self-righteous bullshit, every word of his "people like us are misunderstood" garbage—

All of it?

It came from an imaginary fucking scenario in his head.

Because of Selene.

Because she had made him believe it.

That was it.

That was the entire reason behind his pitiful existence.

I wheezed, clutching my stomach, my whole body shaking from sheer amusement.

"Ahhh, fuck," I gasped between laughs, wiping a tear from my eye. "This... this is just too fucking good."

I glanced up at Selene, still chuckling, shaking my head.

"You did this to him," I mused, my grin sharp. "You were the one who made him into the joke he is today."

I met her golden eyes, still grinning, the laughter still bubbling in my chest.

"Just because of his ex," I scoffed, shaking my head. "He now believes in all that shit..."

The weight of it was almost suffocatingly hilarious. An entire worldview, a whole philosophy built on nothing more than the emotional wounds of a bitter, self-pitying man.

Selene tilted her head slightly, watching me with intrigue.

"Do you blame me for that?" she asked, her voice smooth, unreadable.

I stopped laughing, but the grin remained.

I shook my head. "Not even a little."

Selene raised a brow, waiting.

"You leaving him?" I scoffed. "That was completely justified."

I leaned back slightly, letting my arms drape lazily over the chair. "Wimpy bastards like him, who can't think of anything beyond themselves while also being too lazy to do anything about it? They're the worst kind of people."

I clicked my tongue. "They don't provide any value to their partners. They don't give, don't support, don't grow. All they do is take, feeding off pity, expecting loyalty just because they exist."

My smirk sharpened. "If I were in your shoes, I'd have done the exact same thing."

I exhaled, shaking my head. "Actually? I would've gone even further."

I locked eyes with her, my grin widening.

"I'd have spat on his fucking face on the way out."

For a brief moment, there was silence.

Then—

Selene's smile widened.

Slowly, gracefully, she reached out—

And caressed my cheek.

Her touch was impossibly soft, but there was something about it—something dangerous.

"You really are a weird guy, you know that?" she murmured, her voice smooth like velvet.

Her fingers traced along my skin, slow and deliberate.

"You don't show any signs of fear," she continued. "You're not trying to deceive me, either."

Her golden eyes gleamed, studying me like I was some rare, fascinating specimen.

"And that..." Her smile deepened. "Interests me."

Selene's fingers trailed along my cheek, slow, deliberate—like she was savoring the sensation.

Then, lightly, her fingertips brushed against my lips.

I held her gaze, unwavering, even as the air between us grew thicker.

"You indeed predicted correctly," she murmured, her voice smooth, velvety. "And not just that..."

Her thumb traced the corner of my mouth.

"You even surpassed my expectations."

I smirked slightly against her touch. "Of course I did."

Selene chuckled, low and amused.

Then—

She lowered her face, her golden eyes gleaming with something dangerous—something thrilling.

And before I could say another word—

Her lips met mine.

Soft. Cool. Slow.

A kiss that wasn't rushed, wasn't needy—but completely in control.

Her scent—dark, intoxicating, like aged wine and something dangerously addictive—wrapped around me, pulling me into her presence.

Then, against my lips, she whispered—

"Let me give you your reward."