Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 31: Narrow Escape

"Haah... I can now die fulfilled."

I whispered the words to myself as I sank into the bathtub. The hot water was at the perfect temperature to leach the utter exhaustion from my bones. I still didn’t know what Nadia—the Professor, that is—had actually intended for that "warm-up."

Even after I had finished off those monsters with barely any mana left, she hadn’t seen fit to end the session. I’d been forced to endure the biting cold until even more ferocious, demented creatures found me. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore, eventually giving up on escape and collapsing into the snow.

I didn’t remember what happened next. I simply woke up in the living room to that annoying, signature grin of hers. To be honest, even though my muscles are currently unresponsive and I’m practically a vegetable, I can’t deny the benefits. My mana pool has expanded slightly from the total depletion, and my shadow manipulation has sharpened. If I can endure this for a month, the progress will be insane.

"That’s if I don’t die first," I chuckled dryly.

System, what’s the update on the mission?

[It is still pending. Perhaps the results have not been finalized yet.]

I nodded slowly, slipping deeper into the water until only my eyes and hair remained above the surface, my knees breaking the waterline.

The door clicked open.

I looked up to see the Professor. Her purple hair cascaded down her back, and she was wearing a skimpy, flowery gown that barely reached her thighs. I had to admit, she was stunning. She always seemed to know exactly what to wear to showcase her assets.

"How is my favorite student faring?" she asked.

"Barely alive," I replied.

She nodded. "Good."

Good? I glared at her, but she ignored me, swaying toward the tub with a hypnotic movement of her hips.

"That aside, since you were able to survive that long on your own, I’ll give you a little reward." She leaned against the edge of the tub. The neckline of her gown sagged, revealing the bountiful curves of her chest and the deep valley between them. Her nape was just within my reach.

"Wait... that’s not really a reward, since you’re the one getting something out of it," I said, squinting at her.

She grinned. "So, you don’t want it then?"

Her hand moved under the water, sliding from my chest down toward my member. She stepped into the tub, straddling me and sitting firmly on my abdomen. "Look, it doesn’t matter if I’m the one benefiting. As long as I am a woman and you are a man, I will always win."

She purred the words, her hands resting on my chest. I didn’t want to sound like a hopeless pervert, but my urges were reaching a fever pitch. Maybe the "old me" really was an addict. From what I’d gathered, he’d been involved with an Angel, Jenny, and an actual Professor. He’d had no restraint whatsoever.

"Plus, only I can make you feel this way," she added confidently. "Those little girlfriends of yours are basically children. It’s not even an argument."

Was she actually boasting?

"Yeah, right."

Her hand came down in a sharp knock against my head.

"What the hell?" I snapped.

"Are you trying to imply it’s not true?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as a vein throbbed on her forehead.

"Surely not," I said, looking away.

She looked surprised for a moment, then she smiled. That smile again. What was she up to now?

"Well, it doesn’t matter. By the time I’m done with you this month, you’ll be practically begging for me," she whispered into my ear.

I frowned. That didn’t sound like something I wanted to hear. "What the hell are you planning?"

She shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just take it as part of your training. I can’t have a lazy, weak bum for a disciple, can I?"

"When did I become your disciple?"

She smirked. "Today."

She slid down toward my crotch. I could feel the wet fabric of her gown sliding against my hardness as she began to move her hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I realized then what she was doing. She had exhausted me to the point of paralysis just so she could torment me with her body while I was vulnerable. It was despicable.

"You know, I actually added a little something to that dish you had," she remarked.

"What?" I blurted out.

"Don’t worry, it’s not the same thing from yesterday. I remember you telling me once that you took a drug to dampen your libido because your bloodline makes it hard to think straight when the urges kick in." She shrugged. "I was shocked. It seems your bloodline is a blessing to everyone except you."

"Wait... so you’re trying to drive me crazy with lust?"

She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "No, my dear disciple. I want you to build a strong will—an endurance your past self was never able to attain."

I scoffed. "Or... you’re just a sadistic bitch."

She knocked my head again. "That mouth of yours. Are you aware you’re talking to your Professor? Someone far superior to you in rank and every other way?"

"Oh, for the love of everything corrupt," I groaned. "Fine. Do whatever you want."

She laughed. "I was going to do that regardless of your input."

I forced my aching arm up. With every bit of strength I could muster, I tried to give her a hard smack on the rear. But my muscles were so weak I ended up just gripping her instead.

"Heh? It seems you can still move," she noted, her eyes glinting with a look that made me fear for tomorrow’s warm-up. "That just won’t do."

To be honest, I knew I needed this. If what she said about my bloodline was true, and I didn’t learn to control these urges, they might very well be the end of me.

...Or that’s the excuse I tell myself so I can justify fucking an actual professor.