Chapter 151

Chapter 149 – Two Personalities

“……”

Even though the woman in front of me just confessed she was lying naked under the blanket, I walked to the bed with remarkable calmness.

It seems Nix never expected my blunt reaction, as she raised her eyes with a slightly flustered expression.

“Uh… Were you that excited? Trying to get right to it here?”

I ignored her unnecessary comments and firmly grabbed the edge of the blanket that Nix was rolling up. I could feel a resistance as she squirmed to keep the blanket.

I didn’t give her a chance to react. I threw the blanket off as if flipping over a dinner table.

Hooey.

As expected.

Nix was wearing clothes properly.

‘Wait, properly might be a bit ambiguous, right?’

There were more exposed areas than covered ones. It was a bit awkward to call it “proper.”

No way she was wearing a bra, and clearly, she wasn’t wearing panties due to the pants’ structure. Or maybe she had something that was hard to call underwear on.

“Busted.”

Nix chuckled nervously as she sat up. The simple action of sitting up caused her enormous chest to jiggly-sway.

Any guy with a normal sexual perspective couldn’t help but be drawn in. I had no idea how guys in this world would take it, though.

“Yeah, you got me. Why lie if you’d get caught so quickly?”

“Neither of us has anything to lose.”

A gloomy laugh returned again.

The conversation hadn’t even properly started, but I already felt a headache coming on. I pressed my forehead and plopped down into the chair in front of the desk.

Nix also perched on the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the floor as she looked at me. Naturally, we ended up in a face-to-face position.

Only after facing her like this could I properly observe Nix’s appearance.

Her hair was a tangled mess of purple and green, looking wild and unkempt. It was clear at a glance that it was far from organized.

Being a creature that barely ages in this world, that unruly hair was probably a product of her Mod. The model itself must have been designed that way.

Her black eyes, set under frizzy bangs, were dark like a bottomless pit, with pupils darting around before fixing on me with an intense stare.

From her tightly gathered lips came strange laughter that simultaneously conveyed both depravity and foreboding. Just picturing Laqsia made my blood pressure rise.

Just below her face, an imposing pair of breasts commanded attention powerfully.

They rivaled even Lize or the Pope in size, but with Nix being quite a bit shorter than Lize, they appeared even more enormous.

If Lize’s chest was soft and squishy, Nix’s was firm and definitely not sagging, yet they seemed dangerously ready to overflow.

Additionally, the ridiculously large breasts were covered by an extremely small shirt.

The top looked like it had been sliced off just below the chest, failing to cover her upper half appropriately. The shirt’s hem was tied just under her breasts.

The overwhelming cleavage was almost fully exposed. It felt less like she wore it to cover up and more to emphasize.

Worrying about whether her pink tips would peek through with even the slightest movement was a notion that was long shattered. One could even wonder if her slender fabric was holding up her nipples at all.

Her exposed abdomen sported a pleasantly soft layer of flesh that was definitely not excessive, just the right amount.

At least her shorts looked like regular denim shorts.

That is, if they weren’t cut out on both sides.

They were so short they barely covered anything, with most of the front ripped apart, leaving practically nothing but the center zipper line and the waistband intact, resulting in a very high exposure rate.

As a result, areas delineating her thighs and pelvis, as well as leading to her genitalia, were wide open. The zipper covering her genitals was almost comparable to the modesty coverings worn by the Popes.

Even amidst this, the belt buckle of her shorts was half undone, leaving her already precariously outfitted clothes ready to slip down any moment.

‘What kind of world is this?’

Ever since meeting Iris, I thought, “Could there possibly be a more ridiculous outfit than this?” Clearly, my expectations were completely off base.

White sleeveless tops and dolphin shorts, Aurora’s new city miss look, Stella’s nun robe, Selene’s semi-transparent tights, the Popes’ holy robes, Minerva’s bathrobe, Golden Dusk Knights’ sports bras and leggings, and Dark Night Order’s bunny girls and reverse bunnies.

Each would leave anyone’s jaw dropped if they saw them for the first time.

‘Is Kikyulia the most normal one?’

Her uniform skirt was short enough to reveal the flesh beneath her butt, but at least she had the form of an actual uniform.

“H-Hey, do you have an interest in my body? Should I really take these off?”

Maybe my gaze lingered too long, as Nix stammered while reaching for the zipper of her shorts. At this rate, I felt she might really take everything off, so I stopped her.

“No, that’s okay. I didn’t come here for that.”

“Hehe, but I’m definitely delicious.”

“Where did you learn to say stuff like that?”

“I, I taught myself.”

Nix glanced at me, gauging my reaction. Just then, a thought crossed my mind.

‘Exactly that.’

Isn’t there a character concept commonly known as a charmingly lewd, gloomy big-breasted girl?

Her hair, a vibrant mix of green and purple, looked quite flashy, and aside from the snug outfit that emphasized her figure rather than hiding it, she perfectly fit that character mold.

She looked like the kind of witch that practices Dark Magic and never comes out of her workshop.

Setting aside the nonsense talk, it was time to get to the main point. I rested my elbows on my thighs, leaning slightly forward, and cradled my chin on my knuckles, ready to ask my question.

“I have many questions, but… the first one is this.”

From the moment I got this chance, I had already chosen my question. I locked eyes with Nix.

“What’s the magic that’s hanging over my head, and why did you do that to me?”

“Hehe. So, what magic are you talking about?”

“Both. I believe you won’t say you don’t know what I’m referring to.”

Regardless of which one, I was equally curious about both.

Before meeting Nix, I thought, according to the game’s setting, that the witch would just curse some random passerby, which turned out to be me. That was even the background story of “The Forsaken.”

But the woman before me, who was called a witch in the game, seemed to genuinely have a high regard for me for reasons I couldn’t fathom.

In other words, it meant she could have cast a curse on me while knowing I was her target, which implied something deeper must be going on that I needed to uncover.

Or else, she might just be a crazed psychopath who gleefully cozies up to me after putting me in this predicament.

“Huh… That’s not a question I can answer.”

“What? Then—”

Just as I was about to frown at the thought she might actually evade the question, Nix’s eyes changed to a bewildered expression.

“Huh, huh?”

“Huh?”

Both Nix and I simultaneously uttered sounds of confusion.

Nix blinked and began to glance around, noticing her own hand reaching for her pants just before it was about to lower them, as well as my arm reaching towards her, and with a grin that mixes gloom and glee, she chuckled, “Heh.”

“Are you… trying to do something with me?”

“What nonsense are you spouting the moment your personality shifts?”

The moment she said she couldn’t answer that question, she started using honorifics, so she must have switched to the other personality.

But even after making such a statement, she was still babbling nonsense, indicating that her personality may have changed, but their nature remained unchanged. Both acted quite similarly.

“Hehehe, was that not the case? My bad.”

Nix awkwardly apologized, but that strange laughter remained intact.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean, huh? I’m talking about my question. The one you… I mean, the one using informal speech. They shouldn’t be the one to answer, right?”

“Oh… Did I say that? I can’t remember, but could you please explain it to me once more?”

“What the heck? Don’t you two share memories?”

Having two personalities without sharing memories seemed like it would be extremely inconvenient.

Seeing the doubt on my face, Nix fumbled with her words trying to explain.

“Not exactly. We do most of the time… Hehe. But we can voluntarily cut our connection. That just happened.”

“You can voluntarily cut memory sharing? Then wouldn’t you be able to live as only one of the personalities?”

“Not forever. The maximum time we can maintain such a separation is around three days, and after that, the personality switches back forcibly. And we have to sleep for the same amount of time that we’ve been disconnected. As for me then… I mean, Nix, well… we, we don’t want that.”

So that’s how it is.

My real curiosity lay elsewhere, so I superficially accepted this reasoning and moved on.

“Alright then, I’ll have you say it again. I asked you about the magic hanging over my head. Will you answer this time?”

“About the magic? Both, right?”

“Yes, both.”

“Um… one of them is a magic that degenerates physical abilities, and the other one is…”

Nix grinned darkly.

“A magic that prevents one from feeling fear. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right. Why did you cast that magic on me?”

“Why—”

—Clang!

Nix was about to answer, but her mouth snapped shut at the sharp sound of her upper and lower teeth clashing.

At first, I thought maybe she really didn’t want to say, but the perplexity written all over her face told me it wasn’t voluntary.

Something was up.