Reincarnated as a Fat Bastard in an Eroge Game-Chapter 40: The City

Last night... was crazy. Far crazier than anything I’d ever experienced.

The horniness had completely clouded my judgment — I didn’t care about anything else but release, and so I overdid it.

But nothing lasts forever, and the next day came almost instantly, along with its consequences.

As it turned out, Nadia had brought me, while I was unconscious, all the way from her mansion in the middle of nowhere to here — another mansion, but this one in the city. The letter stated that she would be away for a while due to reasons she didn’t mention, only describing them as important, and had decided I should remain here in the meantime. That was it. Oh — she also added that in case the urges were to surface, she’d left someone behind who would be able to take care of it.

That someone, I had already met. A lady with silver hair and blue eyes who seemed to be the owner of the mansion — or rather, the one who ran it. More like a caretaker. She called herself a maid, but her appearance and entire demeanor didn’t match that at all.

If I had to guess, Nadia was probably dealing with the aftereffects of whatever the urges do to my partner. She did say it makes them grow in power, so perhaps she was on the verge of leveling up and had retreated into some kind of seclusion. At least, that was my take.

"Your food’s ready."

I heard her voice and looked away from the window. From where I stood, I could see the houses across the street — huge mansions, probably similar to the one I was currently in. From the looks of it, this was a street mainly inhabited by the well-to-do. I never really asked Nadia about her background, so I had no idea who she truly was. For all I knew, she could be high-ranked nobility.

Turning back revealed the lady at the door. Silver hair styled to spill over from the right side of her face, clipped and braided perfectly to complement her slender features. Her eyes were the purest, faintest blue I had ever seen. She wore a yellow sleeveless gown with a v-neck that offered a subtle hint of cleavage. Unlike Nadia, she didn’t have a downright sinful body — about a C-cup at best, her hips just the right curve for her frame without being excessive. But if I was being honest, it was her legs that kept drawing my attention. Long, smooth legs.

"Okay," I replied with a nod. She closed the door and left.

Melina. That was her name — the letter had mentioned it. But what still bothered me was the part about Melina taking care of my urges if they ever arose. Did that mean some other method of taking care of it, or would I have to go down on her the way I did with the professor?

Tsk. Why am I overthinking this? I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.

I reaffirmed myself and walked over to the bed. I was dressed in casual wear — a short-sleeved red patterned shirt left unbuttoned, revealing the white tank top underneath, paired with three-quarter shorts that fell just below my knees, white, much like the slippers I had on. I’m no fashion expert, but it was comfortable, and that was enough. It was what I’d woken up in anyway.

I’d also checked the wardrobe earlier. Inside were colorful tee shirts, regular shirts, and a few more formal options, alongside a variety of pants. It was oddly surprising — as though everything had been selected specifically for me. Not gonna lie, I liked the colorful variety. It felt liberating compared to the uniform I’d been stuck with at the academy, which had also been all I had to wear back at Nadia’s mansion.

I opened the door and stepped out into a corridor. Ahead, I could see railings — I walked up and looked down into the living room below. Expansive. Luxurious. I glanced upward and realized there was another floor above, and beyond that, a ceiling still far off, with an enormous chandelier hanging from it. The chandelier was unique — panels and square glasses artistically assembled together.

"Beautiful," I breathed.

"Over here, Auston."

I frowned and looked down toward the sound. There was a space adjoining the living room — unmistakably the dining room. But that wasn’t what had me frowning. It was the name. Auston. My name is Leo Auston... though I’d always wondered if Auston was a surname rather than a first name — maybe a middle name. Either way, how did she even know it? Was it Nadia?

"Coming," I said, and made my way down the spiraling, elegant staircase.

I planned to take a look around the city today — who knows, I might stumble onto something interesting.

"Here," Melina said as I approached the table, stepping aside and pulling a chair back for me. I glanced at her before taking it and sitting down.

"Eat up." She smiled, standing there watching me. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Odd.

Given that she looked older than me, she was no doubt a guardian. What I couldn’t determine was whether she was ranked or common. Based on the situation, I’d lean toward common — most high-ranked guardians worked for the government, and the pay was absurd. It varied, of course. Elves tended to serve the elven territory, while humans naturally aligned with the human territories. As much as elves tried not to show it, most pure-blooded elves still looked down on mixed-blood humans — and strangely, they held even more disdain for pure-blooded humans, though those were rare.

It was only about fifty to sixty years ago that the racism began in earnest. I suppose once the threat of abominable creatures destroying the world was lifted, relief gave way to internal conflict. The only pure-blooded elf I knew of — from my knowledge of this world — was Lyra, and that was due to special circumstances. Even within the same institution like Terium Nexus, there were class sectors — first years alone could have around five sectors, each holding thousands of students. About five years ago, when the racism had reached its peak, the sectioning expanded to separate elves from humans entirely. And that’s how it had remained to this day.

But that’s all beside the point.

As I was saying — if Melina was high-ranked, she’d be earning ridiculous money working for the government, or perhaps even living as some sort of idol. It’s only at eighteen, right after a person is recognized as a guardian, that they’re truly free to step into the real world and decide how their future unfolds. Which meant that from this moment on, both me and everyone in my year could finally start living on our own terms.

...I’m digressing again.

Whatever. I’d find out eventually — whether she was ranked or common, and if ranked, why on earth she was working here as a caretaker.

A maid, I corrected myself internally.

"Hey — can I go out if I want?" I asked.

She nodded. "But only if I come with you. Master’s instruction."