Selene's smirk deepened as she turned fully to face me.
"If you know
this
much about people like him," she mused, golden eyes gleaming with amusement, "then you should also know
what
they are."
She took a slow step forward, her presence suffocating yet
mesmerizing.
"How
draining
they can be," she continued, her voice smooth but laced with something sharp. "How they
feed
on others, taking and taking, always
demanding
more—yet never giving
anything
in return."
Her gaze locked onto mine, unblinking. "What would you call them?"
I knew the answer instantly.
And judging by the way her lips curled, so did she.
"Ah, right..." she said, dragging out the words, as if savoring them. "You
humans
call them a
covert narcissist
."
Tch.
She wasn't wrong.
The weak, self-pitying,
parasitic
type—those were the worst ones. The ones who manipulated, who played the victim, who sucked the life out of everyone around them.
"And after being with
him
for so long," Selene continued, stepping closer, "my eyes were finally
opened
to how things should be."
A chuckle left her lips, but it held no warmth.
"So I left."
She tilted her head, watching me carefully. "But while leaving, I wanted to leave that
wimp
with a little
gift
."
I raised a brow. "A
gift
?"
Selene's smirk widened slightly.
"He had
always
been insecure about himself," she mused. "Always needing validation, always begging for reassurance.
Pathetic.
"
A glint of something cruel flashed in her eyes.
"So, I thought..." She placed a finger against her lips in mock thought. "
Why not push him even further?
"
Her voice dropped into something almost
mockingly sweet.
"For
all
the time of torment he put
me
through..."
She let the sentence hang in the air before chuckling.
"And that's why I left him.
Not
for a man. Not because I was looking for something
better.
" She took another step closer, her presence practically suffocating. "But because I wanted to
break
him."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Tch. That's cold."
Selene smirked. "Oh? Are you saying that even
me
leaving him makes me a
whore
?"
She leaned in slightly, eyes gleaming, waiting for my response.
I stared at her for a moment, letting her words settle.
Then—
I laughed.
Not just a chuckle, not just a smirk—
full-on hysterical laughter.
"Ahahahahahahaha!"
How could I
not
?
This whole situation was just
too fucking funny.
I had been in a
hospital bed,
half-dead, just wasting time because of that bastard
Eric.
He had been the one who made me play
Shackles of Fate.
Some depressing eroge about a pathetic excuse of a man who had everything stripped from him.
I played it.
I found it
pathetic.
And so, I left a
review.
Just some words on a screen. Just some
thoughts
I threw out there before moving on.
But it turned out—
The
developer
of that miserable, self-pitying game?
He was
a fucking god.
And then I
fought
with that god over a damn review.
I mocked him. Tore his worldview apart piece by piece. And somehow—
some-fucking-how
—I got
transmigrated
into his game.
Why?
Because the words I spoke to him, the truths I threw in his face, were his
greatest fears.
He
couldn't
let them slide.
And now?
Now, after all of
that
After the system, after seeing firsthand how
delusional
this guy was—
I just found out that
every ounce
of his insecurity, every bit of his self-righteous bullshit, every
word
of his "people like us are misunderstood" garbage—
All of it?
It came from an
imaginary fucking scenario
in his head.
Because of
Selene.
Because she had
made
him believe it.
That was it.
That was the
entire
reason behind his pitiful existence.
I wheezed, clutching my stomach, my whole body shaking from sheer
amusement.
"Ahhh, fuck," I gasped between laughs, wiping a tear from my eye. "This... this is just
too fucking good.
"
I glanced up at Selene, still chuckling, shaking my head.
"
You
did this to him," I mused, my grin sharp. "
You
were the one who made him into the joke he is today."
I met her golden eyes, still grinning, the laughter still bubbling in my chest.
"Just because of his
ex
," I scoffed, shaking my head. "
He now believes in all that shit...
"
The weight of it was almost suffocatingly hilarious. An entire worldview, a whole
philosophy
built on nothing more than the emotional wounds of a bitter, self-pitying man.
Selene tilted her head slightly, watching me with intrigue.
"Do you
blame
me for that?" she asked, her voice smooth, unreadable.
I stopped laughing, but the grin remained.
I shook my head. "Not even a little."
Selene raised a brow, waiting.
"You leaving him?" I scoffed. "That was
completely
justified."
I leaned back slightly, letting my arms drape lazily over the chair. "Wimpy bastards like him, who can't think of anything beyond themselves while also being too
lazy
to do anything about it? They're the
worst
kind of people."
I clicked my tongue. "They don't provide
any
value to their partners. They don't
give
, don't
support
, don't
grow
. All they do is
take
, feeding off pity, expecting loyalty just because they exist."
My smirk sharpened. "If I were in your shoes, I'd have done the
exact
same thing."
I exhaled, shaking my head. "Actually? I would've gone even further."
I locked eyes with her, my grin widening.
"I'd have spat on his
fucking face
on the way out."
For a brief moment, there was silence.
Then—
Selene's smile widened.
Slowly, gracefully, she reached out—
And caressed my cheek.
Her touch was impossibly soft, but there was something about it—something
dangerous
.
"You really
are
a weird guy, you know that?" she murmured, her voice smooth like velvet.
Her fingers traced along my skin, slow and deliberate.
"You don't show
any
signs of fear," she continued. "You're not
trying
to deceive me, either."
Her golden eyes gleamed, studying me like I was some rare, fascinating specimen.
"And that..." Her smile deepened. "
Interests
me."
Selene's fingers trailed along my cheek, slow, deliberate—like she was savoring the sensation.
Then, lightly, her fingertips brushed against my lips.
I held her gaze, unwavering, even as the air between us grew
thicker.
"You indeed predicted correctly," she murmured, her voice smooth, velvety. "And not just that..."
Her thumb traced the corner of my mouth.
"You even
surpassed
my expectations."
I smirked slightly against her touch. "Of course I did."
Selene chuckled, low and amused.
Then—
She lowered her face, her golden eyes gleaming with something
dangerous
—something
thrilling.
And before I could say another word—
Her lips met mine.
Soft. Cool.
Slow.
A kiss that wasn't rushed, wasn't needy—
but completely in control.
Her scent—dark, intoxicating, like aged wine and something dangerously addictive—wrapped around me,
pulling
me into her presence.
Then, against my lips, she whispered—
"Let me give you your reward."