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

"My son is finally growing up," she murmured, her voice filled with something rare—genuine relief.

Damien stiffened.

It was… embarrassing.

The sudden warmth, the closeness, the unmistakable affection—he could practically feel Dominic's unimpressed stare and Owen's silent judgment burning into his back.

And yet—

He didn't pull away.

Because, if he was being honest…

A part of him had missed this.

His mother's warmth.

The old Damien had never truly been close to her.

She hadn't visited him much—not when he was wasting away in self-indulgence, not when he was spiraling into irrelevance, not when he had become a disappointment even to himself.

And back when he had been bedridden? When his body had been at its weakest?

She had come… but not often.

Not enough.

Not like this.

He had always assumed it was because she was disappointed in him.

And maybe, she had been.

But now?

Now, as her arms tightened around him, he could tell—she had been waiting for this.

Waiting for him to change.

Waiting for him to become someone she could be proud of.

"You were always strong," she whispered softly, "but now, you're truly becoming someone I can rely on."

Damien's fingers twitched slightly.

There was a foreign warmth blooming in his chest, something unfamiliar, something dangerous.

He wasn't sure what to do with it.

So, instead, he sighed heavily and muttered under his breath, "Mother, this is… a little much."

Vivienne chuckled, but she didn't let go.

Dominic, watching from his desk, merely sighed and muttered, "You're spoiling him."

Vivienne shot her husband a sharp glare. "And you've been too hard on him."

Dominic rubbed his temple but didn't argue.

Owen, ever silent, simply turned away as if pretending not to witness anything.

Finally, after another long moment, Vivienne pulled back, her green eyes gleaming with warmth.

"Alright," she said lightly, smoothing out Damien's collar. "If you're really serious about this, I won't stop you."

Damien exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "That's all I ask."

But as Vivienne studied him, her gaze grew slightly more serious.

"Just one thing, Damien," she said softly.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, her grip firm.

"If you ever feel like you're struggling—if this ever becomes too much—you will come to me. Do you understand?"

Damien met her gaze, something flickering behind his own.

Then, slowly, he smirked.

"Of course, Mother," he said smoothly. "But you won't have to worry about that."

She studied him for a long moment, as if trying to see past his mask.

Then, finally, she sighed.

"Yeah…yeah.."

Vivienne sighed, shaking her head slightly before resting a hand on her hip.

"So," she said, tilting her head. "When do you plan on moving?"

"Tomorrow," Damien replied without hesitation.

"Tomorrow?" Vivienne blinked, clearly not expecting that answer.

"Yes."

She stared at him for a moment before letting out another, longer sigh. "You don't waste time, do you?"

Damien smirked. "I don't see a reason to."

Vivienne crossed her arms, her green eyes studying him before her expression softened again. "I suppose this is fine. But still…" She trailed off, then smiled wistfully. "I'll be lonely without you."

Damien's eye twitched.

Oh no.

Not this.

"So this is what my friends were talking about," Vivienne continued with an exaggerated sigh. "Every mother eventually has to deal with her child leaving the nest. Ah, how cruel fate is."

Damien rubbed his temple. "Mother—"

"I never thought the day would come so soon," she went on, placing a dramatic hand over her chest. "I always imagined it would be years later… Oh, the pain of motherhood."

Damien let out a slow breath, forcing himself not to groan.

Dominic, from behind his desk, pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly long accustomed to this kind of behavior.

"Vivienne," Dominic muttered, exasperated.

Vivienne merely smiled at him before turning back to Damien, completely unfazed.

"Well, if you insist, I'll allow it," she said lightly. "I suppose I should learn to endure this."

Damien rolled his shoulders, eager to end this topic. "It's getting late," he said smoothly. "And I still have some things to discuss with Father."

Vivienne raised an eyebrow at that, but instead of questioning it, she simply smiled. "Okay, okay," she said, waving a hand. "I won't keep you."

Then, stretching her arms above her head, she added casually, "Besides, I should get ready for my night exercise anyway."

Damien's brows furrowed slightly. "You still do that?"

"Of course!" Vivienne smirked. "A lady must maintain her physique, after all."

Damien sighed. "…Do as you like, Mother."

Vivienne chuckled before stepping toward the door. As she reached for the handle, she paused for a brief moment, casting one last glance at Damien.

"Goodnight, dear," she said softly. "I'll see you in the morning."

With that, she gracefully exited the study, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her, the air in the study shifted.

Dominic slowly turned his gaze toward Damien.

His expression was unreadable, but there was a weight behind his stare.

The door clicked shut.

Silence settled over the study, thick and heavy.

Dominic's gray eyes remained locked onto Damien, unreadable, but piercing.

Damien met his father's gaze, unbothered. Then, casually, he leaned forward, resting one arm on the desk, his expression shifting into something smooth—something deliberate.

"I have one more request," he said, his voice calm but firm.

Dominic exhaled slowly, as if already expecting this. "And what would that be?"

Damien's lips curled into a faint smirk.

"I want an advanced training facility set up at Blackthorne Villa."

A flicker of intrigue passed through Dominic's eyes, though his expression remained composed.

"Training facility?" His fingers tapped lightly against the desk. "What exactly are you asking for?"

Damien leaned back slightly, considering. "A proper conditioning setup," he said smoothly. "If I'm going to cut my weight down by fifty-five kilograms in a single month, I'll need more than just a simple gym."

Gravity Training Room

"A chamber where I can control the gravity levels at will. I'll need to increase my endurance and force my body to adapt faster. Ideally, it should have mana integration so I can also test its effects on circulation."

High-Speed Treadmill & Terrain Simulator

"I need something more than standard running. A treadmill that can go beyond inhuman speeds and a terrain simulator to mimic various landscapes—steep inclines, uneven surfaces, even shifting sands. If I'm going to shred my weight quickly, my cardio needs to be pushed to its absolute limit."

Resistance Pool

"A deep training pool with adjustable resistance levels. Water training will help minimize stress on my joints while maximizing muscle output. It should also allow me to simulate combat movement in submerged conditions."

Adaptive Weight System

"Standard weights won't be enough. I need dynamic weights infused with mana circuits—ones that adjust in real-time based on my strength output. The heavier they get, the stronger I become."

Climbing & Vertical Endurance Zone

"A section dedicated to wall climbing—but not just standard climbing. I want rotating, shifting holds and mana-infused handholds that repel if I don't grip with the right balance of force."

Damien's smirk didn't waver as he added, "And, of course, special recovery pools."

Dominic's eyes narrowed slightly. "Recovery pools?"

"That's right," Damien said smoothly. "Both cold and hot."

Silence.

Owen stiffened slightly at the mention of it, but he said nothing.

Dominic's fingers drummed against the desk, his sharp gaze studying Damien with quiet scrutiny.

"You do realize," Dominic said slowly, "that recovery pools only have significant effects on Awakened individuals."

"I do," Damien replied without hesitation.

"Then why request them?"

Damien leaned forward slightly, his smirk deepening. "Do I really need to answer that, Father?"

Dominic exhaled sharply through his nose. A sigh—not of annoyance, but of acceptance.

Because at this point, what else could he say?

His son was standing before him, claiming he could shred fifty-five kilograms in one month, requesting state-of-the-art training facilities, demanding things that would only make sense for someone pushing the limits of human capability.

And Damien wasn't backing down.

If he was going to throw everything into this bet—then Dominic wouldn't stop him.

Even if he thought it was impossible.

"...Fine," Dominic said at last. "The recovery pools will be installed."

Damien nodded, satisfied.

Dominic exhaled through his nose, his fingers tapping against the desk one last time before giving a curt nod.

"Owen," he said, his tone sharp and precise.

Owen immediately straightened. "Yes, Master."

"Contact Aegis Construction Agency. I want everything installed by tomorrow."