Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 28: Unexpected(R18)

What do I even do now?

My phone is with that Angel. As long as I don’t have it, I can’t contact the professor, which translates directly to one thing: mission failed. No, that can’t happen. I can’t afford to fail; the penalty is completely random, which means I could die if my luck turns sour...

But wait. I do have bad luck.

"Sigh..."

I slapped my forehead, glancing at my roommate. He was giving me a bizarre look, the kind of expression a Welshman might give a total weirdo.

"Err... do you have a phone?" I asked.

He slowly shook his head. "No? You should know that already," he replied.

I was on the verge of giving up when a thought crossed my mind. I checked my Graphto watch, pulling up the invitation option. It showed [1].

Wait. She hasn’t revoked my access. Could it be she knew I would come back?

With that thought driving me, I rushed toward the door. Fragment or not, it didn’t matter; I needed any memory I could get my hands on.

The door slammed shut behind me.

...

Watching Leo rush out, the young man seated in the room let out a long breath. His panicked expression instantly turned cold. He waited, lingering in the silence for a long while before walking toward the shelf.

He pulled one side open. With a few practiced clicks, a hidden compartment slid open. He reached inside and withdrew a phone. He powered it on, waiting for the boot sequence to complete before inputting the password. He headed straight for the messaging app and typed:

[He has lost his memory.]

A minute passed before the reply surfaced.

[Well done.]

......

"You came... for a moment there, I was starting to think you wouldn’t."

Those were the first words I heard the moment I opened the door. She was still seated there, perched on the table. She didn’t even look up as she spoke, projecting a cold confidence that she knew exactly who had entered.

"Sigh... what do you want in return?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Sit," she commanded, still not looking up.

I obeyed, sitting across from her in silence. She continued writing for a long while before finally setting her pen down. She removed her glasses, placing them on the table with a clinical click.

"You already know exactly what I want," she said.

I frowned. She walked around the table, stepping directly behind my chair. She leaned forward until her hot breath creased my ear.

"You scratch my back, and I scratch yours... help me ascend."

She spun my chair around so I was forced to face her directly. "So, what will it be?"

I stared at her for a long time. Help her ascend? How the hell was I supposed to do that? What was I even supposed to do?

"Fine," I said.

She remained silent for a moment, then a slow smile spread across her lips. "Come with me." She grabbed her handbag and headed for the door, key card in hand.

"Where?" I asked.

She tilted her head. "Where you will help me scratch my back. We can’t exactly do that here, can we?"

Only one idea came to mind, but it couldn’t be that, right? How would that help her ascend? Or was there something I was missing?

As we walked out of the office, she locked the door and leaned in close—so close I could perceive her heavy, mature scent.

"Are you really sure you’re up for this? You know that when I start, I don’t stop," she whispered. Her scent was overwhelming, clouding my senses.

Welp. It was exactly what I thought.

"Haaah... haah..."

I panted, staring at the professor. I had her pinned against the wall. "Damn it... what the heck did you feed me?"

She caught her breath and deftly switched our positions, pinning me against the wall in turn. "The same thing you fed me the very first time. I never thought I’d get a chance for payback."

She leaned in, whispering against my skin before instantly sealing my lips with hers. Her tongue forced its way inside, exploring every corner of my mouth with a hunger that made my head spin. As she pressed her body firmly against mine, my hands instinctively found her hips, gripping them hard.

She let out a low moan, and I managed to switch our positions once more. This was crazy. I wasn’t dense enough to miss what she had been hinting at with those cryptic words, but I had followed her anyway. I couldn’t explain why. Maybe a part of me wanted this—and that part was firmly in control now.

"Can you... stop trying to suffocate me?" I managed to ask, gazing at her erotic expression.

She just grinned. With a forceful push, she sent me landing on the oversized bed. She straddled me instantly.

"Stop me if you can," she purred.

She pushed my face against her chest, that intoxicating scent filling my lungs. I didn’t know what she’d given me to drink; she’d said it was water, but with the way my body was heating up and this unstoppable hunger, it was clear that was a lie. I felt disturbingly hot. Coupled with the fact that she was the only thing in my mind right now, I couldn’t think straight at all.

She began twisting and grinding her hips against mine. "I want you to beg for it. Come on, you know you want to pound me. So beg. Come on... beg for it."

Crap. I really did want that. My mind was a haze, focused entirely on the friction of her hips.

"No."

Something in me refused to be dominated. It was the same spark of resistance I’d felt when that psycho Maria was torturing me; no matter what she did, I refused to bow. I felt that same defiance now.

I broke free, grabbing her forcefully. She faltered with a moan, and I took advantage of the opening. She was dressed in an oxblood leather nightgown, so short it barely cleared her thighs, and it was clear she wore nothing underneath.

It was only then I realized she had already lowered my zipper. My member was already free. The convenience of it all was suspicious, but I was past caring. I squeezed her breast with a vice-like grip and bit down on the other.

She cried out, her moans turning sharp. I felt the heat of her against my crotch, but I was focused on the sensation of her soft skin. Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, practically smothering me. Had she reached an orgasm just from this?

Realizing she had momentarily blanked out, I decided to move. I guided myself, feeling the thick, pulsing heat of my member. Was it really this large? I could barely even wrap my hand around it. It didn’t matter. I positioned myself at the entrance of her wet heat and drove forward.

She gasped, her hold weakening instantly. I hadn’t even gone all the way in yet.

"So... tight." It felt as though her walls were struggling to adjust to my size.

"Wait... don’t—!"

I ignored her plea and forced the rest of my length inside. She let out a shattered cry, her body trembling as she reached another peak. The moment I plunged deep, I lost control. My toes clenched, my waist tightened, and I subconsciously pressed deeper into her.

Something hot was surging. I tried to hold it back, but my body stopped listening. I braced myself by grabbing her neck—I don’t even know why, I just did—and then it happened. I came, a heavy release shooting into her as her walls tightened around me, milking every drop.

My eyes rolled back just like hers. And in that moment, I felt something else. It wasn’t just liquid; something was flowing from me into her. Her eyes suddenly glowed with a strange light.

"Yes! Ahhh!"

Just as quickly as it appeared, the light died. I collapsed onto her, completely exhausted. I hadn’t even really started yet.

After a while, she came to. "You idiot... I wasn’t ready—"

I didn’t listen. I pulled out, her hips rising in response to the void.

"Wait, let me rest for a—"

I didn’t wait. The instant I was clear, I slammed back into her. Her eyes rolled back as I pulled back and drove in again.

I began to move with a rhythmic, heavy force. Unknowingly, I had begun to reinforce my body with mana, allowing me to go deeper and faster. Her hands tightened around my neck as she fought to keep up. Whatever that drug was, it was potent; I couldn’t get enough.

The room was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. She clenched her teeth, her eyes rolled up, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped the bedsheets. I kept drilling into her.

"Faster! Go faster!"

I obeyed.

I found the strength to stand, pulling her to the edge of the bed and hooking her legs over my shoulders. I braced myself and pounded deep—further than before. I felt as if I had broken past some internal barrier. Her eyes snapped open, and I dragged her back to the very edge before ramming home again, her hips meeting mine with a resounding impact.

I delivered a sharp slap to her rear, the skin turning a bright red. She came again in response, the pressure of her release pushing against me, but I didn’t let up.

"Stop... please..." She was trembling, caught in an ecstasy that bordered on madness.

I pulled back until I was nearly out, then used every ounce of strength I had to ram back in. Her scream echoed through the room. She started struggling, her body trying to release the tension building up, but I pinned her arms above her head. Even if she was more powerful than me normally, right now, she was powerless.

I kept ramming until I could only see the whites of her eyes. She wanted this, didn’t she?

Eventually, I reached my own limit. As I finished, her eyes glowed even brighter than before. I felt that same sensation—as if something was being ripped from my very soul and transferred into her. I hugged her tightly, letting everything out.

Damn. I really made a mess.