Chapter 20 : Loss and Gain

“Hmm~”
“…”

From the very beginning, Sheryl had been constantly letting out soft moans.

“Ugh…”

No, it must be auditory hallucinations. After all, it sounded exactly like that kind of sound.

A sound unsuitable for children.

It must be that the recent supplement was too potent, causing his mind to become abnormal.

“Amitabha… Mazu… God… Kami…”

He recited the Prajnaparamita Sutra in his mind while praying for the turmoil within him to subside.

After all, Sheryl’s favorability had just begun to increase. One wrong step now could send everything back to square one.

Although he wasn’t sure why she had fallen asleep, it didn’t matter.

‘Sitting without being disturbed—that’s a true man!’

His gaze was like a city wall.

“Hmm~”

Another sound, genuinely reverberating in his heart.

Sheryl seemed to be uncomfortable, frowning.

“So… hot…”

The air she exhaled from her mouth seemed to carry a certain temperature.

‘Oh no, it’s not an auditory hallucination after all…’

As Schiller, who had watched countless films, he knew exactly what that sound was.

He carefully checked Sheryl’s status.

‘What is [In Heat]!!!’

The wall had collapsed.

This was indeed a sound coming from Sheryl’s mouth.

He frantically stood up and looked at the half-drunk coffee.

“There’s a ghost, absolutely a ghost!”

Or perhaps something else…

“Who is it?! So insidious…” Schiller clenched his fists and took a deep breath.

‘Just barely, just barely, the wicked plot almost succeeded.’

If he had drunk that coffee, he would surely go wild and be killed by Sheryl herself!

Thinking of this, cold sweat involuntarily broke out on his forehead.

“Haha, didn’t expect this, did you! I, Schiller, am a man favored by Lady Luck!”

Sheryl had shielded him from this undeserved disaster. Now, all he had to do was walk out of here and hand her over to Celia, and everything would be fine.

“…”

“The door won’t open… The door won’t open!?”

“Haha, don’t joke around, isn’t the goddess of luck on my side?!”

Schiller frantically twisted the doorknob, but the door remained as still as a rock.

‘Why did it have to break now, of all times?!’

At that moment, countless thoughts echoed in his mind.

And Sheryl’s frequent tossing and turning seemed to indicate that she was about to wake up.

“No, I must find a way!”

Otherwise, given the power difference between them, Schiller wouldn’t be able to escape at all.

And once Sheryl returned to normal, she would surely be so ashamed and furious that she would kill him with a single sword slash, thinking he had drugged her.

Or, she would just slice him right there…

“No, on second thought, if it’s just an aphrodisiac, Sheryl shouldn’t lose to it.”

That’s right, Sheryl, known as the Drug Resistance Queen, in the game, her powerful physique made her virtually immune to any negative effects.

In other words, she wouldn’t lose.

“Go for it! Lil, don’t lose to some mere drug!”

‘Although I don’t know where this drug came from, you’re too naive if you think you can defeat my young lady!’

“I believe in you, Lil!”

‘Ah, if it’s Sheryl, she’ll definitely be fine.’

Schiller looked at Sheryl’s sleeping face, his eyes shining.

“Hmm… ugh…”

The next second, Sheryl opened her silvery-gray eyes.

In those eyes, there was no clear gaze, but rather, an indescribable flame swirling within.

‘The status hasn’t been dispelled.’

‘Oh no! How could she still lose?!’

‘What about the promised drug resistance? How could you just lose to it like that?!’

“Schiller…”

She stood up and walked towards Schiller step by step.

However, to Schiller, that was like the grim reaper’s pace.

“Heh heh, you can’t escape now.”

“No, no, don’t…” Schiller mumbled pitifully, retreating towards the door.

When his body finally touched the door, he used all his strength to ram against the door panel.

“Damn it!” While he was ramming the door, Sheryl was also approaching him step by step.

“Celia! Aileen! Help, your master is about to…”

Thud!

Before he could finish, he was thrown to the ground by a terrifying force. The owner didn’t forget to considerately prevent his head from getting injured.

Sheryl firmly pinned Schiller beneath her. Her nightgown was already lifted high, and beneath it, something as graceful as a garden of flowers was tantalizing Schiller’s nerves.

No, should he say she was well-endowed, or that she wasn’t wearing anything…

‘Oh no! Too much!’

Schiller felt a rush of blood to his head; his eyes uncontrollably darted to that area.

‘Damn it, is this the nature of men?’

And her eyes were fixed directly on Schiller, as if to absorb him.

‘Calm down, you must be calm. If you’re not calm now, she’ll help you calm down later.’

“Lil! You, what are you doing?”

He flailed his hands, trying to push Sheryl off him.

“Let’s do something else? Like sword practice, or playing house?” At this moment, his brain was almost at full capacity due to overload.

“Don’t move around~” Her voice, though as clear as ever, now carried an added flame.

She controlled Schiller’s hands, slowly bringing them close to her cheeks.

Her dangling silver hair tickled Schiller’s nose, emitting a pleasant scent.

“Heh heh… You say practice swordsmanship, and indeed, let’s practice swordsmanship.”

“!”

‘No matter how you look at it, she’s not lucid. Is she not ashamed to say such things?’

Schiller struggled desperately beneath her, but was firmly held in place by Sheryl.

In an instant, he wanted to use the magic he had just learned, but the white frost swirling around Sheryl scared him from making any rash moves.

“Waaah, is this the difference in levels?!” At this moment, the power of statistics made it impossible for Schiller to break free.

‘I said I should have leveled up earlier, now look…’ Schiller imagined his tragic future, but at present, it seemed even more tragic than the future.

“Lil! Sober up, you’re under the influence of drugs now!” Schiller decided to take on an unyielding, rather-die-than-submit stance.

“Huh?” A frosty sound came from her lips.

“Eek!”

‘The lucid young lady is very obedient!’

“Of course I know I’m being strange, but this feeling isn’t bad either…” She gently stroked Schiller’s face.

“And, I also want to do this.”

“Lil, this kind of thing, it should be with someone you like…” As soon as he started this sentence, he realized he had misspoken.

‘Oh no, this means I’ve agreed, doesn’t it?!’

“Heh heh, then it’s no problem!” Her voice grew deeper, as if she could devour Schiller alive at any moment.

“I…”

Then, before Schiller could speak, Sheryl abruptly leaned down, sealing his words with her lips.

A familiar soft sensation entered his mind.

“You have no right to refuse!”