Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 25: Her

"Haaah~"

With a pleasured moan from Jenny, I dived deeper into her mouth, exploring every corner.

I can’t even explain how this happened. One moment we were out of the cafeteria, the next she had suggested we find a place to talk, and right after that we were here — wherever here is.

At first I had tried to stop her when she suddenly locked the door and latched onto me, but like muscle memory I found myself responding to her advances. Like it was something so natural. Something I always did. It was so intense I got overwhelmed.

Next thing I knew I was on a desk with her legs locked around my waist as she sucked the very air out of me. My shirt was nowhere in sight and hers was... well, it was there, just that I had mistakenly torn most of it in the heat of the moment.

"Hah, hah, hah—"

She pulled back trying to catch her breath, after which she promptly stole my lips again, grinding her hips against my crotch and driving me further and further to the point of no return.

"Wait...!"

I suddenly pushed her back. A single string of saliva connected us.

"What the heck are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this."

Her face was completely red and she looked out of breath.

"Why?" she asked. "Why shouldn’t we?"

She frowned and before I could even catch my breath enough to respond she dived back for my lips without restraint, arms right around my neck, just kept going, making me feel lightheaded. Was she trying to suffocate me or something?!

"STOP!"

I pushed her back once more. My face was probably beet red — I couldn’t tell since I couldn’t see myself, but I could tell from how insanely red hers was.

"WHY ARE YOU STOPPING ME?! FIRST YOU IGNORE MY CALLS AND COMPLETELY AVOID ME FOR A WHOLE WEEK, THEN YOU START ACTING LIKE WE’RE STRANGERS AND NOW YOU DON’T WANT TO DO IT ANYMORE?!"

This is so messed up. What the hell am I supposed to do about this situation? Do I just go with the flow? But that doesn’t feel right.

[I advise you not to entertain those thoughts.]

I frowned at that.

’What do you mean by that?’

[Look, there are situations you just let play out as they should and make the best of it. Sometimes morality becomes a burden that slows you down and could become the eventual cause of your death. Remember — you are not the protagonist of this world.]

I thought deeply about those words and understood what she meant. My situation didn’t give me the liberty to do whatever I wanted. If I didn’t take full advantage of every situation I came across, a time would come when situations like this would no longer present themselves and I’d be truly screwed.

But then again, I still didn’t think this was the best way to go. What I needed right now was someone I could trust. Someone who could help me navigate this world with no memories to fall back on.

"It’s not that I don’t want to do it, okay," I said.

"THEN WHAT?!"

In response I held her face firmly and looked her right in the eyes.

"I can’t remember anything."

Her whole expression fell.

"What?"

"I can’t remember ANYTHING. Like who I am, who you are, what any of this is. I’m completely blank."

For a whole twenty seconds she just sat there on my lap in silence.

"You mean... you can’t remember who you are?" she asked.

I nodded.

"NOTHING, Jenny. Not even you."

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"When did it start?"

"I don’t know. I can’t remember."

"Sighs... this doesn’t make any sense. How could you just lose your memory like that?"

I shrugged.

We were now in an enormous room — her dorm room, apparently. The place was unnecessarily big, split into about three sections: kitchen, living room, and bedroom. We’d migrated to the bedroom and I was currently sat on the huge bed, which she had assured me was fine. As was she.

"That has to be why you wouldn’t pick up," she muttered to herself, then looked at me.

She had changed out of her torn shirt and was now wearing a red and black checkered shirt, styled oversized so it reached her thighs, sleeves folded back to reveal slender arms. Two buttons left undone at the top, giving a slight hint of the white shirt underneath. Shorts too. It was only now I noticed the small pink crystal ball earrings she had on — I hadn’t caught them until this moment.

"Where’s your phone?" she asked.

"I have a phone?" I replied.

"Yes you do... I got you one last year."

"Oh, so not everyone has one?"

"Phones sold here aren’t exactly cheap," she explained. "And we aren’t allowed to have them during lectures or exercises, so most people just leave them behind."

"Then mine should be in my dorm," I said.

She sighed. "Hopefully."

A quiet moment settled between us on the bed.

"Um... can you tell me important things I should know? Without my memory I just feel like a complete idiot most of the time," I laughed.

She suddenly held my hand.

"It’s alright. I’ll find a way to help you — those memories are important to both of us. I can’t have you forgetting that you started all this. How else am I going to make you take responsibility?" She gave me that squinted look that made her eyes go cat-like.

"Eh... sure," I said.

She smiled. Then immediately:

"THAT SAID, I DON’T WANT YOU LOOKING AT ANGEL."

I rolled my eyes. "This again? She’s Micheal’s girlfriend. Staring at her doesn’t mean anything."

"I knew something was up when you kept looking at her that way," she said, shaking her head. "It seems you don’t remember that either."

"Remember what?"

"...That Angel was once your roommate."