Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 34: Weird Nadia
"Here. Take it."
I looked back to find Nadia standing behind me. She held a wine cup filled to the brim with... tea.
"What’s this?" I asked, taking it from her.
She ignored the question, crossing the room to the opposite couch. It was a much more elaborate piece of furniture—a netted, nest-like chair hanging from a solid pole, a spot she had strictly forbidden me from approaching.
We were currently in the second living room. Or perhaps I should call it the "swimming room." Just beyond the seating area was a massive pool that spanned all the way to a floor-to-ceiling glass wall, through which the soft glow of the night sky bled in. I was draped in a bathrobe, still feeling the heavy aftershocks of the heat from the tub.
Nadia had changed. Gone was the soaked, flowery gown; in its place was an oversized peach blouse that reached her knees, paired with pink, fluffy slippers. I’m no fashion expert, but the look was as alluring as ever.
"It’s tea, since you’re too blind to tell," she remarked.
One thing was certain: she was pissed. I didn’t know why, but the air around her was thick with a sharp, simmering resentment. I should have been the one who was angry—she had nearly ruptured my capillaries with that final bite—yet here we were.
She placed a covered stainless steel bucket on the mini-table beside her and lifted the lid. My eyes widened. The bucket was packed with ice, and nestled within the frozen mountain was a chilled, sweating bottle of wine.
"Is that a cocktail?" I asked.
She glanced at me, then proceeded to open the bottle with agonizing slowness. It was a strangely tempting display. She poured a drink for herself and tucked the bottle back into the ice.
"Hold up. You gave me tea, and you’re having that?"
She raised an eyebrow. "And? Is this your house? No, it isn’t. So shut up and drink your tea. You should be happy I gave you anything at all."
She clicked her tongue and took a long, appetizing gulp.
"Tsk. Talk about petty," I muttered.
She leaned forward, her brow furrowing. "What did you just say?"
Even from across the room, I could see the white-knuckled pressure she was applying to her cup.
"Nothing, Master. Nothing at all," I said, leaning back into the cushions. I stared up at the ceiling, which was made of reinforced glass, revealing the infinite stretch of the stars above.
"Before I forget," she added, "you are also banned from using the pool."
This time, I couldn’t bite my tongue. "Okay, what is the problem?"
She tilted her head. "Excuse me?"
"I mean, it’s obvious you’re mad. I just want to know why."
Her response was a chilling, unsettling silence. She set her cup down and sat perfectly still for several minutes. Then, without a word, she stood up.
My pulse quickened. What the hell? Do I need to fight? I had practically exhausted my mana just trying to keep up with her earlier. She didn’t rush. Her steps were calm and unhurried, but with each one she took, it required a monumental effort of will for me not to bolt.
When she finally reached me, she leaned forward, her hands bracing against the armrests of my couch, pinning me in place. She didn’t speak for ten minutes. She simply hovered there, radiating a disorganizing, heavy pressure. Finally, she took my hand—the one holding the cup—and guided it to my lips.
I didn’t resist. I opened my mouth and drank, nearly choking as she forced me to swallow the entire contents at once. She took the empty cup from my grasp and leaned in even closer.
"You have a busy day ahead of you. Get some rest."
With that, she retreated, walking backward while maintaining that disturbing, fixed smile. I didn’t wait to find out what was going on in that head of hers. I high-tailed it out of the room and retreated to my quarters.
Talk about bipolar.
[You should probably shut up. She can hear you.]
Even from this distance?! I stared at my bedroom door with squinted eyes.
[Yes, she can. Do you even know what level she is?]
Obviously not.
[Neither do I.]
What?!
[I still haven’t unlocked all the system functionalities, so a full character analysis is out of the question. However, based on her mana density and capacity, I advise you to abstain from messing with her.]
You don’t have to tell me twice.
I concurred. It was easily the best advice the System had ever given me.
[I can hear that, you know.]
I looked around the room, trying to shake the feeling of being watched. She’s not hiding behind the door, is she? I asked, trying to keep my voice internal just in case she was listening through the wood.
[She is not.]
Good.
I locked the door and collapsed onto the bed. Intimacy is a beautiful thing, but stamina is the deciding factor. Without it, the whole task becomes cumbersome—especially since every woman I know is apparently overpowered and insatiable.
I pulled up my status window.
Name: Leo Age: 18
Class: Lunar, Year 8
Affinity: Shadow
Skills:
Shadow Manipulation: Allows the user to manipulate darkness at will.
Details: Usage is limited only by the user’s imagination.
Mana Usage: Dependent on the scale of manipulation.
Proficiency: 20%
Stats:
Strength: 8
Endurance: 8 (+15)
Agility: 11 ↑
Intelligence: 23
Mana: 110 / 210
Charm (AFP): 100 (Human Limit)
Affinity Mastery: 10%
Available Points:
SP: 0
AFP: -532 (Negative) / +16,400 (Positive)
"Hold on. Why do I have so many positive Affection Points?"
[Are you dumb?]
Can’t you answer a question without being a bitch for once?
[Fine. Let me spell it out for you. Your Charm is maxed out at the human limit. You are staying with a woman who is attracted to you. Do I need to go further?]
"Oh. So the rest are probably from Angel and Jenny from when we met," I reasoned.
[Yes. In fact, most of it came from them.]
I frowned. "Which of them in particular?"
[Angel.]
"How many came from her?"
[I cannot say exactly, but roughly 65% of the total.]
I had only seen her for a moment. I hadn’t even spoken to her.
Alright, I don’t think I need more evidence than this to confirm how bat-shit crazy this Angel is about me...
"Wait. You said AFP could be converted to SP, right?"
[Of course.]
