Hacking the Game Didn't Go as Intended [Part One]

VOLUME VI: SMOLDERING TWILIGHT | CHAPTER 196: The Plushie Dilemma

She didn't understand why this change stirred such bewildering emotions within her. What did it mean? While Lumielle wrestled with her thoughts, Lyndoria was busy mercilessly tearing into a handkerchief, her envious gaze fixed squarely upon both women's chest.

"Alright, I'm beat," Daisuke muttered, strolling toward the couch that had served as his bed before. With a flick of his hand, he was garbed in his pajamas and a blanket materialized under his arm in the same beat. "Bedtime."

"U-Um," Lumielle squeaked, fiddling with her fingers anxiously. "S-Sophia... why don't you sleep in my room tonight?"

"Huh?"

"HUHH?!"

Daisuke's reaction was one of pure surprise, while Lyndoria's response was laced with a mix of shock, indignation, and utter outrage.

"I cannot possibly continue to be such a terrible host," the princess insisted, her voice full of earnestness. "I would be mortified if Captain Hynes came and saw you sleeping here. And what if one of the guards attempted to... do something unspeakable while you slept?"

Daisuke frowned wearily, a hint of irritation in his tone. "I guess that would be annoying to deal with."

"P-Princess!" Lyndoria cried out in disbelief, her voice filled with desperation. "Y-You can't be serious about allowing this... hooligan to stay in your room. Please reconsider!"

The girl averted her gaze, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "As we start maneuvering to dismantle the corruption that's infiltrated the palace," she murmured quietly, "it's only a matter of time before someone tries to take my life."

Lyndoria's eyes widened at the harsh truth of her words.

"Given that inevitability," Lumielle continued, her gaze sheepishly meeting his, we may as well begin to get accustomed to sharing the same space."

***

I'm exhausted, Daisuke murmured inwardly, his fatigue seemingly negating all trace of modesty as he brazenly walked up to the wardrobe in Lumielle's room to retrieve a futon.

"S-Sophia!" she belatedly noticed his intention and urgently called out to him. "Wait a minute—"

"Huh?"

But it was too late—his miserable fate had already been sealed.

SWOOSHH!

The moment he swung the door opened, he was hopelessly swept away by a mountain of stuffed toys that were haphazardly hidden away inside.

From the safety of her bed, Lumielle pulled the sheets up to her nose, her laughter bubbling out in a sheepish chuckle. "Oh no," she feigned innocence. "Where did all those come from?"

Daisuke, now buried under the pile, laid there like a lifeless corpse, his tired eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He was too drained to react or offer any kind of response. With a weary sigh, he eased into a lazy backstroke and swam through the sea of plushies toward the wardrobe.

Okay, he thought, a single eyebrow twitching in exasperation. Let's just stay calm and try this one more time. Deep breaths...

BOOP.

Another plushy fell from the top shelf onto his head.

"..."

"...!"

The princess didn't wait to see what would happen next. Instinctively, like a child that was terrified of the dark, she threw herself onto the bed and vanished beneath the soft fabric of the sheets.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Lyndoria knelt in bed. Her face was buried in the soft, plush chest of a life-sized Owlbear toy, which was propped up against the headboard. She was garbed in a transparent, two-piece nightgown, her posterior cocked, silken panties cupping soft, flushed curves.

"...Alone," she murmured softly, her tone tinged with a hint of insanity. "They're alone... together."

Her embrace slightly tightened around the giant plushy as she let out a frustrated groan, and the toy seemed to flinch in response, dreading the abuse that was yet to come.

"The princess is alone with that... vile creature."

"Nhh," Lumielle moaned amorously as she glanced over her shoulder and bit her lip, her eyes glazed, her body flushed and slick with sweat. Behind her, caught in a forbidden dance of pleasure, a silver-haired man, a devilish fiend, took what he wanted... and more.

As these lewd thoughts of Daisuke taking advantage of her innocent goddess flooded her mind, Lyndoria's groan twisted into a menacing snarl. Her eyes, wide and frenzied, glinted with madness as she began to pound the helpless toy in the stomach, her strikes growing more violent with each passing moment, her psychotic laugh ringing out like a requiem of death.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" she chanted murderously, the image of Daisuke at the forefront of her mind. "Just go to hell and die already!"

A single tear sliddown the cheek of the plushy.