Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended

CHAPTER 95: The Sex-crazed Narcissist

"Ah! Goshujin-sama! Goshujin-sama! Kimochi ii!"

The enticing melody of a woman's passionate cries drifted from behind the wooden door of a chamber. Petula's cheeks flushed crimson as she listened, her gaze fixed on the ground in embarrassment.

In contrast, Daisuke's mind was consumed by the image of the lifeless woman lying on the pedestal. As he considered the fact that it could have been April, Mia, or his own mother, anger stirred with him like a storm.

BOOOM!

With little restraint, he kicked the door in, sending it flying violently across the room. Inside, sprawled on a sofa and wearing a lewd expression, was a hefty young man with small facial features and a large head.

In a panic, he snapped his head to the side, ripping his attention away from the holographic screen displaying adult content, to the source of the disturbance. When he spied the vile contortions of Daisuke's face, he released his unimpressive noodle and pushed to his feet with a squeal, lifting his greasy hands in surrender.

"Kyaaa~" Petula turned away from the shameful sight with a cry.

In the same beat, Daisuke flung a kunai he had salvaged from the earlier skirmish. It zipped between the bastard's legs, narrowly missing his dangling genitals. Startled, he let out another frightened squeal, his wiener shriveling up like a crumpled piece of paper.

"B-Bro, what the hell?! Wh-Who the hell are you people?" He stammered ungracefully, his body slick with sweat.

"First," Daisuke began sternly, even as the Eye of Verity scanned the pervert's stats. "Why don't you re-equip the lower half of your garment."

"R-Right," he mumbled, quickly accessing his equipment menu.

Petula slowly lowered her hands from her eyes, though a lingering flush still colored her cheeks.

The young man cleared his throat, his confidence returning now that he was fully garbed. "Um, yeah, sorry about the whole, you know, undignified scene earlier," he muttered, casting a quick glance at Petula to gauge if she was impressed by the glorious sight of his magnificent pole. Then he turned to Daisuke again with a frown. "But seriously," his tone suddenly changed, now rough and irritated. "Why'd you have to break my door? And who are you guys anyway?"

Internally, the hentai-fapping-horndog was sweating bullets; he wasn't at all as confident as he made himself seem. His chibi persona paced back and forth in a panic, hoping he didn't get flattened like a pancake for his assertiveness that was in fact bravado.

Truth be told, he was a mage—a class known for their powerful offensive magic. But the fact that the silver-haired boy just used a kunai likely meant his build was of the assassin class, so despite all the firepower a mage possessed, it was pointless if none of those attacks could find their mark. And, even before that, his throat would likely be cut open before he could weave together the incantation for a spell.

Instead of fighting, he would opt to resolve this conflict with diplomacy. But he had to display some level of assertiveness to ensure he wasn't taken likely—hence his stern tone earlier.

"Y-You're a player, aren't you?" he ventured, picking up on the gaming jargon Daisuke had used earlier—'reequip' instead of 'get dressed'. "I'm surprised to see a fellow Fallen in a place like this. Name's Ben... Ben Dova," he chuckled, clearly amused by his own play on words. "Get it? Bendova?!"

DING!

[Player | Bendova | Lvl 72 | Mage]

"I was told you're the one I needed to talk to about the experiments being conducted here," Daisuke stated matter-of-factly, his expression indecipherable.