“This is bad.
It’s only been a few months, or has it been years?
I’m actually starting to feel bored already?
I can hardly imagine what my mental state will be like after a longer period.” Ren freed a hand to stroke his chin, feeling that if things continued like this, his sanity would sooner or later become twisted—though it had already been twisted more than once during this time, only to recover on its own each time—he finally felt a sense of urgency.
He knew he needed something fresh to stimulate his increasingly sluggish mind caused by this unchanging world, but he didn’t want to cross his bottom line—even though he had already crossed it a few times over such a long period.
But facing these NPC dolls who could only speak fixed lines and couldn’t even move on their own, such a craving would ultimately go unsatisfied.
Because when facing these NPCs, his reason and subconscious constantly reminded him that these beautiful girls before him weren’t real.
They were just mindless puppets, much like the life-sized dolls he had secretly bought before transmigrating.
He could treat them however he wanted, which made it far too easy to cross his bottom line.
Ren understood deeply that what he needed were real people who could think, have normal conversations, feel shy, and get angry.
Real people who weren’t just programmed routines, who could truly interact with him and form bonds.
The nightmare known as loneliness was slowly eroding Ren’s worldview and way of thinking.
If this continued, he couldn’t even imagine what he would become in the future.
“But this is a game world.” Even as a GM with total authority, he couldn’t achieve that; he couldn’t create a truly sapient lifeform capable of independent thought.
—If he had the ability to program high-level AI, he wouldn’t have been working 996 for a pittance at a small company in his previous life.
Feeling that his future was a bit bleak, Ren felt like he might either drown in despair or drown among these NPC female characters who were at his beck and call; he was going a bit crazy.
And right at that moment, he suddenly felt the ‘body pillow’ in his arms seem to tremble?
—Kira— Amber opened her eyes.
She woke up feeling somewhat dazed.
The sensation of both softness and hardness beneath her made her realize she wasn’t lying in the stiff sleeping bag inside her tent in the Whispering Woods as she had been before falling asleep.
The warm environment and quiet atmosphere were also very different from the low temperatures of the Whispering Woods at night.
It felt as if she were in Acting Grand Master Jean’s office, making one want to lazily indulge in it.
Upon realizing this, her groggy mind instantly cleared, and her confused eyes became sharp in a flash.
Something was wrong!
As the only current Outrider of the Knights of Favonius and a ‘little rabbit’ who had sworn to restore the Outriders’ glory, Amber might seem dazed and cute in the game’s story, but she actually possessed great professional discipline.
Realizing her situation might be wrong, she didn’t immediately bolt up.
Instead, she quietly narrowed her eyes, wanting to observe her surroundings surreptitiously.
However, the scene that met her eyes through her blurred vision caused Amber to lose her composure instantly.
Her previous plan collapsed as she opened her eyes in surprise.
“Is this…
the Grand Master’s office?” After seeing her surroundings clearly, the fiery little rabbit became confused.
So her senses weren’t a hallucination; was she really in the very warm office decorated by Grand Master Jean?
Her body squirmed uneasily.
Amber had no idea why she had suddenly gone from the dark, cold Whispering Woods back to the warm, cozy Grand Master’s office.
And looking at the scene around her, was she currently sitting in the Grand Master’s seat?
So this is what the chair Grand Master Jean sits in every day feels like?
It was soft and very comfortable, but why was there a pointy bit that was quite poking?
Wait, could it be that Eula happened across her camp outside and played a prank on her, transporting her to the Grand Master’s office overnight?
But that wasn’t right either.
Putting aside her basic skills as an Outrider—her sharp intuition alone would be enough to wake her the moment someone got within five meters.
Besides, given Eula’s personality, she wasn’t the type of person to do something like this.
If it were Kaeya, that might be possible.
But if Kaeya dared to do this, Amber was certain he would become the number one enemy of the Knights of Favonius Women’s Association the very next day.
He shouldn’t play such an over-the-top prank.
Thinking of this, Amber grew even more uneasy.
The current situation, which conflicted with logic and expectations, caused a massive pile-up of wild thoughts in her small head, making her brain struggle to keep up.
Her restless mind was reflected in her physical body, causing Amber to squirm even more.
With this movement, Amber finally noticed something was wrong.
Strange, was Grand Master Jean’s chair really this uneven?
And was the ‘buckle’ wrapped around her belly a bit off?
Also, what was this rod?
“I don’t recall you having a ‘ditz’ setting, Amber.” An unfamiliar male voice from behind, along with breath hitting her neck, made Amber freeze first, then she suddenly tried to jump up.
At the same time, Amber wanted to throw an elbow backward.
After all, no matter who the other person was, in this situation, it was always right to subdue them.
Unfortunately, this bold idea did not come to fruition.
Amber’s plan was good, and her reaction was correct, but her body refused to respond to her mind’s commands.
Amber discovered with bewilderment that she was still sitting securely in that unfamiliar man’s lap.
Shyness, indignation, confusion, helplessness, curiosity, suspicion— It took a full ten seconds for Amber to sort out her feelings.
Giving up on her futile attempts, she tried to question the man behind her whose face she still hadn’t seen.
“Who…
who are you?” “What a classic and boring question.
But at least it’s better than your voice lines that I’ve grown sick of hearing these past few days.” No boy had ever been this close to her.
Especially when he spoke, the moist air from his breath brushed against her neck and cheek, making Amber unsure of what to do for a moment.
“What?” She knew all the words he was saying, but why didn’t Amber understand them when they were put together?
“Well, actually, little rabbit, you should be a bit glad.
I happen to be in a lazy phase lately, otherwise, you wouldn’t just be sitting in my lap.” Who is a little rabbit?!
Although Amber liked rabbits and her precious doll was called ‘Baron Bunny,’ it didn’t mean she liked others—especially a stranger with unfriendly movements—calling her a little rabbit.
“Don’t be so impatient.
Temporarily controlling your body’s permissions is for your own good.
See, haven’t you calmed down a lot after we’ve communicated for a bit?” Fine, she was calm—my foot!
She had an even stronger urge to punch someone now!
Out of a girl’s modesty, Amber didn’t resort to foul language.
However, those teary, trembling eyes fully expressed Amber’s disagreement with Ren’s words.
Before you talk about grand principles, can you first move the ‘gun’ pressing against me?
But compared to when she first realized her situation, Amber truly was a bit calmer now under Ren’s words.
It wasn’t because she thought Ren was right, but out of the discipline of a Knights of Favonius Outrider, Amber forced herself to calm down.
Panic wouldn’t solve the problem, but trusting her training and abilities might provide a way out.
This was the knowledge Amber’s grandfather usually taught her, and it was a lesson she held dear.
The calmed Amber looked around and finally noticed some things from her surroundings and even her own body.
First was the environment.
Although at first glance this was the Knights of Favonius Grand Master’s office.
It was even the office as it was arranged after the Grand Master went on the expedition and Jean became the Acting Grand Master.
But before setting out for this scouting mission, Amber had just spoken with Acting Grand Master Jean in the office, and her impression of the place was very clear.
She clearly remembered that the office in her memory was not only a bit larger than the one she was currently trapped in, but it was also richer in detail.
If there were other explanations for that, then what couldn’t be explained was her current physical condition.
Not only did her body not obey her, but her outfit, as well as her familiar strength, agility, and elemental power, all had subtle differences from her real body.
It was the kind of subtle feeling where at first it seemed like her, but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t.
Especially that ‘close-enough’ uniform; she didn’t remember the Outrider’s outfit being so revealing and provocative.
Were those exposed thighs for real?
Traveling through the wild dressed like this, she would definitely be ‘cared for’ by all sorts of branches, poisonous weeds, and insects, right?
And her chest area— It felt chilly; she wasn’t quite used to it.
“Where…
where on earth am I?
Is this really me?” Amber’s voice carried a hint of terror because she suddenly realized things were getting very strange.
Not only was there a problem with her location, but there were even major problems with herself.
“This is a better question, and I can answer you by pointing directly to the core of the issue.” The voice of the strange man behind her, Ren, sounded unhurried.
While answering Amber’s question, his two hands were still slowly moving in a spiral, rubbing Amber’s stomach clockwise, trying to calm her down.
No—wait, wouldn’t this make it harder to stay calm?
“Oh, sorry, I thought you would feel better this way.
Isn’t it often said that when a girl feels uncomfortable, rubbing her stomach makes her feel better?” An unapologetic voice sounded from behind, leaving Amber somewhat speechless at this moment.
“That’s usually only for when a girl has ‘that time’ of the month, and the person rubbing the stomach should be the girl’s boyfriend or husband.
You…
um, can you please let go first?” The more she spoke, the quieter Amber’s voice became.
It seemed that even this lively, cheerful, and outgoing Mondstadt fiery little rabbit was finally feeling shy.
Amber could take the initiative to go to the snowy mountains with Eula for a cold bath, but that didn’t mean she could accept a strange boy rubbing her stomach so intimately.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Amber.
As for why, we have to bring the topic back to your question.
Hmm, let me see, how should I put it—” The person behind seemed to think for a moment, and even the movements of his hands slowed down.
This allowed Amber’s emotions to stabilize once more as she pricked up her ears, her inner curiosity focusing on what the stranger would say.
“Because, I am caring for my property.
Yes, Amber, this body you are using now, just like Jean beneath us, Noelle in front of us, and Lisa behind us, is my property in this world.” “!!???” Amber was first shocked, then confused.
Ren kindly freed her neck and head so she could observe more of the situation.
Then Amber saw Noelle in front and below, tucked into the inner side of the desk, expressionless and motionless.
She also saw Grand Master Jean’s familiar, powerful thighs beneath her, as well as the swaying hem of Sister Lisa’s skirt and parts of the ‘peaks’ that she could barely see a bit of.
Speaking of which, Sister Lisa really was mature; normally, at the angle Amber’s neck was turning, one wouldn’t be able to see at all.
Although Amber couldn’t see the current state of Grand Master Jean and Sister Lisa clearly from her angle, she could tell from Noelle’s unfamiliar appearance that their situation wasn’t great either; otherwise, they wouldn’t have remained silent until now.
Amber opened her mouth as if to say something, but immediately closed it again, her eyes darting as she thought about something.
This actually surprised Ren.
He had thought this boisterous little rabbit would question him in a fit of shame and anger.
“I am an Outrider of the Knights of Favonius, after all…” Amber said, somewhat speechlessly, “And my grandfather is also from Liyue, so—” So, could it be that just like in the stories her grandfather told her when she was a child, she had encountered an Adeptus who wanders the mortal realm and draws people into dreams?
Combining her memories from before she opened her eyes, Amber could only think of such a logical explanation.
Although this ‘Adeptus’ before her had a very subtle difference from the ones in the storybooks, making one unsure of what to say.
And rather than an Adeptus, it felt like calling the other party a ‘Demon’ was perhaps more appropriate.
But at this moment, in her desperation, Amber could only think of this somewhat plausible explanation.
Looking at Noelle’s familiar face in front of her, Amber observed closely that Noelle currently seemed like a mechanical puppet with a set program; there was no spark of life in her eyes at all, giving no feeling of a real person.
Combined with her own previous inability to control her body, Amber also breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed the Knights of Favonius hadn’t fallen; rather, she had stumbled into a…
dream created by an Adeptus, or at least a being on that level?