How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée

Game Over

“…Do you really want me to help you?”

Segleninde asked in a somewhat irritable voice, yet his hand brushed lightly over the nape of Cynthia’s neck. An emotion—whether it was thirst or ecstasy—flickered in his wine-colored eyes.

Given his personality, it wouldn’t have been strange for him to treat her coldly, even harshly, snapping at her as if to scold. And yet, in this moment, he appeared more affectionate and reliable than anyone. Had the invisible favorability level risen that much after all?

It didn’t matter. Cynthia pulled him toward her with a desperate hand.

“Please, please help me. Please…! I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.”

“…You’re the one who asked me to do this.”

He lowered himself and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her close. Just the touch of his hand brought a chill to her skin, and the insides of her thighs kept tightening. Her lower abdomen throbbed with a dull ache, as if the rhythm of her pulse had shifted downwards.

“Just like what I did just now, you just have to do the same, okay? If you’re my fiancé, you should’ve already done at least this much…”

This isn’t right.

The faint remnants of rationality tried to hold her back, but Cynthia was already moving. Even as she thought she’d die of embarrassment once she came to her senses, she parted her legs on her own. Thanks to the system stripping away shame and humiliation, at least her body moved easily.

Not stopping there, she grabbed the insides of her thighs with both hands and spread them to reveal even the inner flesh. The slick, sticky liquid leaking from her opening made it tremble pitifully. His adam’s apple bobbed. His wine-colored eyes burned strangely.

Suddenly impatient, he extended his index and middle fingers and pressed firmly on the swollen c******s.

“Hngh…! Ah, haah.”

Wedging the stiff flesh between his two thick fingers, he began to roll and rub it in slow circles. At first, his movements were torturously slow, as if teasing her, but they gradually sped up, causing her waist to tremble on its own.

“It’s getting stickier and more slippery. And there’s a sweet scent. Is it usually like this?”

“Ah… nnngh.”

“Humans had honey in their bodies too… I didn’t know that. Or is it just you?”

Though he claimed his memories were gone, his words suggested he at least knew he wasn’t human.

But Cynthia, as if entranced, only pressed her body closer to him and gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands. As strength filled his forearm, veins bulged over the already rugged-looking back of his hand.

As the pale pink flesh was slowly rubbed between his two fingers, more fluid welled up and soaked the floor. When he then spread his fingers straight and rubbed her c******s quickly up and down, a moan close to a scream burst from Cynthia’s mouth. The sudden gush of liquid proved her pleasure.

“Here… it’s pretty. Soft like petals, and this tiny little part is round and plump like a seed. It’s different from mine. Fascinating.”

Segleninde was sincerely impressed. That honest, almost pure remark made the nape of her neck burn all the more.

As her back arched from the unbearable sensation and her bare skin touched the floor, a new foreign sensation arose as he gently parted the wet flesh and pushed inside. He was spreading her tightly sealed flesh to either side and inserting one thick-boned finger into the opening.

Now fully exposed, the stiffened c******s met his touch, and he rolled it with his thumb, rubbing it roughly enough that moisture scattered. Cynthia, unable to endure it, twisted her waist and let out a cry.

He slowly parted her soaked flesh with a single finger, moving in and out a few times as if testing her. When it seemed she could handle it, he added another finger, spreading the inner walls. It felt less like a calculated move than one driven by pure curiosity, but for Cynthia, it was unbearable.

It felt good—yet it hurt. Just the fact that something was inside her for the first time left her bewildered, and yet her body tightened on its own, squeezing down hard around the fingers inside, as if trying not to let go. She could feel even the sharp joints of his long, thick fingers.

He seemed to like that feeling. For a moment, he didn’t move. He just curled his fingers slightly, as if appreciating the warm, soft walls pressing around them. He rubbed lightly or gave soft, steady pressure until, apparently satisfied, he thrust them in all at once to the end.

“Ah—ha…!”

As she reflexively tried to close her legs, he instead used his knee to press them farther apart.

Even then, he persistently moved his two fingers in and out, stirring so that drops of liquid scattered. Though she could no longer even hold herself upright and was crying, he didn’t pause for a moment, continuing both the thrusting and the clitoral stimulation.

“S-Stop…! Hngh, ah! I—I don’t want this!”

“But it seems like you do… more sweet honey is coming out,”

he murmured unusually gently, almost comfortingly, as he lowered his head. His long silver hair fell across her shoulders.

“Can I drink it? Sia. Let me drink it.”

“Ah…!”

Just as Cynthia stretched her neck and tensed her calves, rising onto her toes, a sudden jet of fluid spurted from her over his hand.

But instead of stopping, his two hands moved even more forcefully—one from above, one from below—digging through her freshly climaxed inner flesh. His long fingers skillfully pressed and stroked within her, moving quickly. He had realized that the more he stirred, the more nectar her small opening would release.

Perhaps to reach deeper, where she could really feel it, he added his longest finger and pressed deep inside. At the same time, he lightly scratched her c******s, roughly rubbing the swollen flesh until her mind nearly went blank.

“Hngh… aaang!”

Cynthia cried out once more, arching her waist. With eyes dazed and unfocused, she gazed up at a ceiling tinted with a pink haze like mist, trying to retrace in her mind how it had come to this.

So then, what was the problem?

Maybe… the game itself was the problem.