Villain Simulator-Chapter 108: Something Is Wrong With Rachael

The first rays of light peering through the curtains announced the beginning of a new day.

My eyes opened sluggishly, and as my consciousness became clear, a beautiful naked woman with skin as pure as snow and hair like silver threads, slumbering peacefully like a princess, appeared in front of me.

’So cute.’

The thought slipped through my mind, and I couldn’t resist the urge to gently pinch her soft cheeks. It was a rare moment of genuine affection.

Due to my traits—Nobility, Pride, and Composure—when I looked at most women, I always felt that they weren’t up to my standards.

Let alone touching them; I didn’t even want them close to myself.

Much like what happened in the Magic Tower, where I subconsciously pushed away girls flocking towards me in disgust.

It was the same with heroines like Sylvia and Daisy.

Even though their "heroine" title made their value go up, they barely reached a level to be my slave.

Their beauty or allure were not enough in my eyes, and no matter how scary their potential was, let alone their character, they never reached a point where I would feel attraction towards them.

Yet, strangely, Rachael’s existence never gave me that feeling.

Her presence evoked a sense of comfort within me, akin to the serenity of untouched natural landscapes.

It was as if she filled a void within my heart, a void I had been unaware of until she appeared.

I felt it first when I transmigrated and saw her beside me sleeping in my bed, and it was the same today. By simply looking at her sleeping so innocently, I wanted to lock this moment and relive it for as long as I could.

There seemed to be an inexplicable bond between us, faint but undeniable.

’This connection seems stronger now that we have become one with each other physically.’

I couldn’t help but ponder the source of this connection.

Was it because she was a character with a tragic storyline, or was it because she was one of my favorite characters that I had spent a lot of effort and time writing?

To be honest, these were the reasons I used to justify my feelings towards her.

However, the more time I spent in this world and met more characters I had created, the more I understood that wasn’t the case.

’Well, whatever it is, now is certainly not the time to dwell on it. I should get up, prepare to return home, and then contemplate it further. I also mustn’t forget my daily training, since I already missed the night session yesterday.’

But as I moved to leave the blanket, my gaze was drawn to Rachael’s body. Traces of our passionate encounter from the night before lingered on her milky skin in the form of fading red hickies.

Looking at her sleeping face—that expression overflowing with idiocy—I kindly straightened her disheveled hair and then kissed her on the forehead with full affection, causing her to wake up from her slumber.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, met with my gaze, and she found herself pulled into my embrace.

Even though Rachael was still in a dreamy state, how could she forget my touch that caressed her whole body last night and the body odor that seeped into the tip of her nose?

She couldn’t!

Recognizing the situation, memories of last night replayed back in her mind. Beyond half-opening her eyes, Rachael vividly recalled her shameful and lewd appearance.

The memories of her lewdly locking me in my position with her legs, forcing me to go even deeper, turned her ears red.

She could still hear me whispering into her ear, praising her for doing well.

However, when she remembered the promise she made to herself, she suppressed her shame.

Then, shifting back in my arms, Rachael looked at me, smiled briskly, and pressed a little closer to my figure so that her blurry focus could be corrected little by little.

"Good morning, darling."

"Good morning to you too, my love. Did you sleep well?"

"Ummm..."

She hummed bashfully and snuggled deeper into my arms.

Her milky, sweet fragrance and breast pressing against my chest caused my penis, which was already stiffly erect due to the menstrual phenomenon in the morning, to stand more proud.

It poked around her thighs, but instead of being shy, Rachael showed off her bewitching sexuality, sandwiching my penis between her legs and warming it up with her body heat.

The enticing sensation of her soft thighs on my penis made me want to press her down and ravish her right there and then, but I held back.

’Phew! Calm down; too much of anything is bad,’ I reminded myself in my heart.

Every moment I had left was valuable to me because Rachael’s event was approaching like a storm, and I couldn’t afford to let other things take my attention away.

Therefore, although reluctant, I still pulled back my penis, which was being gently massaged by the flesh of Rachael’s thigh.

Rachael looked at me with a questioning gaze, and I responded back with a question of my own.

"Do you want to go for round two?"

"What?! I mean... N-No! My body will break for sure if I do it one more time," she replied nervously.

"Then don’t tease my cock, or I will make you bear the responsibility," I said sternly, maintaining a straight face, and Rachael nodded like my little rabbit.

"Hai! I mean, y-yes, yes, husband, don’t worry."

"Good girl."

Praising her, I gave her a quick smooch and then asked while teasing her nose.

"So, dear wifey, shall we get up and get ready to go back?"

"Okay, hubby, hehe," she replied with a playful chuckle, shifting her feet off the bed and carefully getting up.

"Ah…?!"

However, the aftermath of last night’s activities caused her legs to give out, and she stumbled, nearly collapsing on the floor.

"What’s going on…"

Mustering all her strength, she barely got up with her trembling legs and the support of the bed, but at that moment, something white and gooey dripped down from between her legs, prompting her to close her legs in panic.

Even a fool could realize that this substance was my seed that I poured into her last night.

In her panic, Rachael turned to look for something to wipe it, but before she could do so, I, who had already gotten up, gave her a box of Baby Munkin Bum Wipes and helped her to sit back on the bed.

"Thank you."

Rachael took the wipes and tried to clean her vagina, but "thanks" to the warm temperature of her body, the semen didn’t harden and constantly dripped out, with no signs of stopping soon.

"..."

Upon seeing this scene, Rachael smiled bitterly, threw the now-stained wipes in the bedside dustbin, and turned to me with a worried gaze.

"Wouldn’t I get pregnant with this much?"

"You surely would; do you want to?"

"Honestly, I don’t know. I want to, but not at the same time. At least not now."

"Then don’t; when you get back, ask Ms. Sharon for some contraceptive magic."

"... Sorry."

She apologized softly, and her head dropped like that of a guilty child.

In response, I simply shook my head and gently lifted her chin, speaking kindly with a smile.

"You don’t have to. We are still young and immature; it’s not an age to become parents. It won’t be late after a few more years."

"Yes, I will be the first then."

"Good, let’s get ready now."

Then, without saying anything, I princess-carried her to the washroom, where we washed up and changed into a new set of clothes.

I donned a black track suit with golden stripes, while Rachael deliberately chose one of my shirts, which, on her petite frame, transformed into a dress of sorts. Paired with my oversized black pants, she looked like a comical character straight out of a cartoon.

"Don’t I look good?" She asked proudly, with her chest puffed up and her hands on her waist.

"You certainly do; after all, whose wife do you think you are, and whose clothes are you wearing?"

"Hehe, of course yours, my hubby."

Following our playful banter, I supported Rachael as we walked, making our way out of the penthouse and into the elevator.

However, it was at that moment that something surprising happened.

The more Rachael walked with my support, the stronger her legs seemed to become. By the time we reached the building’s lobby, she was walking on her own, no longer needing my assistance.

My eyes widened in shock at such a sight.

One had to remember that among all the girls I had been with until now, the fastest recovery time after I took their virginity was at least one whole day. And that was for three of them, who were awakened and had physical stats far surpassing those of ordinary humans.

Yet Rachael hadn’t even awakened yet.

’I know her physical recovery has increased because of her "special" class, but this much...’

Inwardly, I couldn’t help but shake my head.

Despite the initial shock, what followed was a tumult of emotions swirling within me. However, outwardly, my body maintained its composure as if nothing unusual had occurred.

We both got into my car, which was waiting outside, and Charlotte drove us away from there.

The road back home was uneventful, and upon arriving at our destination, I went directly to the training ground with Charlotte.

Rachael didn’t leave for her room but followed us, and she watched me train with Charlotte fascinatingly. After all, she was a young girl blooming with love who had just taken the shape of her beloved last night, so this much was natural.

For the whole hour, Rachael remained on her spot waiting for me, and when our training was finally over, she rushed towards me.

"Here are your towel and potions. Let me wipe you."

"Thanks"

"You’re most welcome, hehe."

Observing Rachael’s expressions of love, Charlotte stood by our side and stared at us as we fed her dog food. Her eyebrows twitched twice in response.

Nevertheless, being a shadow, Charlotte stayed silent and refrained from teasing us this time.

"Then I will rest for a bit, and we’ll leave after that. Rachael, you go back first, and you don’t have to come with us to the dungeon today. It’s a special rest day for you."

"Okay… Then, I will take my leave. Take care."

"You too, rest well."

Rachael seemed disappointed by my decision but didn’t voice any objections. Instead, she left calmly while I stayed back with Charlotte.

Looking at Rachael’s back fading in the distance, the smile on my face vanished with each passing second, replaced by an imperceptible gloominess.

I knew she was already healed enough to accompany us, but I deliberately asked her to stay at home because I needed some time away from her.

For some reason, I noticed that the more time I spent with her, the more my emotions clouded my judgment.

I didn’t notice it yesterday because of the heat of the moment, but now that last night’s craze of carnal desire was not there, I could think much more clearly.

’Something is wrong with Rachael.’

What was wrong? I didn’t know, but the thought appeared in my head and stuck like a thorn, nagging at me and refusing to be ignored.

’No, it is not only my emotions but even my traits.’

The traits that had always kept me calm, composed, and free from irrational judgment seemed to not be working properly whenever I was with her.

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This was not my hasty judgment but a carefully thought-out conclusion, and it could be evidenced since the moment I first transmigrated into this world and learned of Seo-ah’s death.

With the overwhelming flood of emotions that engulfed me at that time, I was devastated and burst into tears, collapsing on the floor and screaming out her name.

That time, I thought it was because my intense emotions overpowered my traits, but…

’Now that I think about it rationally for a bit with the experience of using these traits, it was impossible for me to be in such a situation at that time.’

No matter how intense my emotions were, they weren’t enough to overpower three A-ranked traits.

’But at that time, Rachael, who was sleeping beside me, hadn’t even started awakening yet; then why?’

I didn’t know the answer, but as I forced my brain to contemplate it, suddenly a creepy chill washed over my spine.

My hair stood on end as if a great danger loomed over my head, and my eyes involuntarily turned bloodshot.

’What’s happening?!’

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In life’s journey, the smallest moments hold the biggest truths. Like a loop, clues circle back to us, unseen until we pause and reflect. Amidst the rush, we miss the signs, forgetting that every twist serves a purpose. It’s in the quiet hindsight that we find the meaning of it all.