Transmigrated into Eroge as the Simp, but I Refuse This Fate

"Missed me already?"

Victoria's glare darkened, her emerald eyes flashing with barely contained irritation.

"Get up," she ordered, her voice sharp. "Follow me."

Damien, still lazily reclined in his chair, didn't move. He didn't even bother sitting up properly. Instead, he exhaled through his nose, stretching his arms slightly before resting his chin back against his palm.

Then, with the laziest smirk—

"No. I refuse."

"....."

Silence.

Victoria's fingers twitched at her side.

A few students still lingering nearby turned their heads, sensing the tension. Moren, who had remained awkwardly in the background, looked between the two of them, his expression caught between confusion and unease.

Damien finally tilted his head, amusement flickering in his gaze.

"What?" he drawled, smirking. "Did you expect me to follow you?" His tone was mocking, playful. Then, with a chuckle, he shook his head. "Really, Victoria? I thought you were smarter than that."

"You—!"

Victoria's breath hitched, her anger flaring.

But before she could even formulate a response—

"Now, now," Damien continued smoothly, his smirk widening. "Why are you getting mad? This is a compliment, you know."

A sharp inhale.

Her nails dug into her palm.

Damien knew exactly what he was doing. He was toying with her, twisting the situation, making it seem as if she was the unreasonable one.

And the worst part?

She couldn't do anything about it.

Not here. Not now.

Not when there were still people watching.

Her jaw clenched, her pride warring with the burning frustration in her chest.

But this wasn't over.

Not by a long shot.

Victoria exhaled slowly, forcing herself to regain her composure.

Then, with a cold, practiced smile, she leaned forward slightly.

"If you won't come now," she murmured, her voice laced with hidden meaning, "then I suppose I'll just have to make you later."

Damien simply chuckled, utterly unfazed.

"I'd love to see you try."

Damien leaned forward slightly, resting his chin against his hand, his smirk never wavering. His sharp blue eyes studied Victoria with that same infuriating amusement, as if she were nothing more than an entertainer put on stage for his enjoyment.

"Will you try to make me the target of your simps?" he mused, his voice low, casual. "Is that what you're going to do?"

Victoria's glare sharpened, but she said nothing.

Damien hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head ever so slightly, watching her reactions like a predator studying its prey.

"Or… what word do you use for people like that?" he continued, his tone teasing. "Ah… Admirers, is it?"

The flicker in her expression was delicious. A barely perceptible twitch of her brow, the way her fingers clenched for the briefest second before relaxing again.

Damien leaned in just a fraction more, his voice lowering to a whisper only she could hear.

"Will you use your little admirer card on me?"

Victoria's glare was sharp, but for the first time, her response came slower than usual.

Her lips parted, a retort forming, but the weight of Damien's words still lingered between them. His whisper—low, taunting, far too close—had struck something.

Her emerald eyes narrowed further, her pride demanding she say something, anything to regain control of the conversation.

But compared to his unwavering confidence, her voice, when it finally came, lacked the same venom.

"I don't need to do anything," she murmured, her tone composed but quieter than before. "You'll ruin yourself eventually."

Damien only chuckled at that, tilting his head. "Now that's disappointing, Victoria. I expected something sharper from you."

Her fingers twitched.

And then—

"Damien! Enough."

A voice cut through the tension.

Moren.

He had stood up, his chair scraping against the polished floor, his expression twisted in something almost firm—though the nervous flicker in his eyes betrayed him.

His gaze was locked onto Damien, his fists clenched.

For the first time, it seemed Moren had found some semblance of a spine.

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Damien slowly turned his head, his sharp blue gaze settling on Moren with an expression of pure amusement.

'Ah… here it is.'

The classic simp reflex.

Moren, standing there with his fists clenched, looking every bit like a man trying to prove his worth—not to Damien, but to Victoria.

It was pathetic.

Truly.

"Moren," Damien drawled, his smirk unwavering. "Something wrong?"

Moren's jaw clenched. "You're going too far."

"Too far?" Damien echoed, tilting his head, feigning confusion. "I was just having a friendly conversation with Victoria. Isn't that right?"

He turned his gaze back to her, and Victoria—despite her obvious irritation—remained silent, her pride refusing to give Damien the satisfaction of a response.

Moren, however, did react.

"Cut the crap, Damien," he snapped, taking a step closer. "You've been acting like an asshole ever since… since everything happened."

Ah.

There it was.

Damien exhaled softly, shaking his head. "And let me guess," he mused, watching Moren like one would observe an insect squirming underfoot. "You're here to defend Victoria? To protect her honor?"

Moren flinched slightly at the mockery laced in Damien's tone, but he stubbornly stood his ground.

"You're being disrespectful," he insisted. "Victoria doesn't deserve this."

Damien's smirk slowly faded.

And what took its place—

Was disgust.

His gaze darkened, the amusement draining from his expression as he let out a quiet, unimpressed sigh.

"Moren," he said, his voice calm, but sharper now, cutting through the air like a blade. "Do you even hear yourself?"

Moren blinked. "What—"

"You're standing here," Damien continued smoothly, "desperately trying to shield her from me like some kind of noble knight—while she doesn't even spare you a glance."

Silence.

Moren stiffened, but Damien pressed on, his tone almost lazy.

"Tell me," he mused, "how does it feel to be a dog wagging its tail for someone who couldn't care less about you?"

Moren's breath hitched.

Victoria's expression twitched ever so slightly, but she remained composed, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Damien chuckled.

"It's pathetic," he continued. "You know that, right? And yet, here you are. Jumping to her defense, hoping—what exactly? That she'll finally acknowledge you? That maybe, just maybe, she'll throw you a scrap of attention?"

Moren's fists trembled at his sides, his teeth clenched.

Damien's smirk faded, his expression darkening as he let his sharp blue gaze settle on Moren with quiet, piercing intensity.

Then—slowly—he raised a hand and pointed directly at Victoria.

"She ghosted you today, didn't she?"

Moren stiffened.

Damien exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "Just because you're close to me now. That's all it took, huh? One slight association, and she acted like you didn't exist." His voice was steady, casual—but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. "And yet, here you are, still barking for her attention."

Victoria's lips pressed together tightly, her silence betraying the truth of Damien's words.

Moren's breath hitched. "That's—"

"Is that how you're going to act?" Damien cut him off, tilting his head slightly. "For a bitch like this? One who doesn't even care about you?"

The second the words left Damien's mouth, Moren snapped.

"Shut the fuck up, Damien!"

His voice echoed through the classroom, loud and raw with frustration. A few students nearby flinched, others immediately turned toward the commotion, their curiosity now fully locked onto the scene unfolding before them.

Moren's breathing was heavy, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides. His usually laid-back demeanor was gone, replaced with something far more bitter, far more emotional.

"You think you're some hot shit now?" he spat, his voice shaking with a mixture of anger and something else—something deeper. "Just because you lost some weight and started running your mouth?"

Damien raised an eyebrow, but said nothing, letting him continue.

"You were nothing before this," Moren seethed. "Nothing. You think people actually liked you? Kaine, Ezra, me—we tolerated you. Because of your family name, because it was convenient to keep you around. That's it."

Silence.

Pure, suffocating silence.

A few students exchanged glances, whispering under their breaths. Even Victoria, who had been enjoying the argument moments ago, hesitated ever so slightly.

But Damien?

Damien… just stared.

Unbothered.

Unmoved.

And then—

He smiled.

Slow. Sharp.

Ah… so that's how you really felt, huh?