Two Personalities

“…….”

Even though the woman in front of me had confessed that she was currently naked under the covers, I walked to the bed very calmly.

As if she hadn’t expected me to react so indifferently, Nyx looked slightly flustered and rolled her eyeballs around.

“Oh… are you that excited? Are you going to do it right here?”

Ignoring her useless words, I found the edge of the blanket that Nyx was pulling, rolled up, and gripped it tightly with both hands. I felt a wriggling sensation as she resisted, trying not to lose the blanket.

I gave her no time to prepare. I flipped the blanket up with a sudden motion, as if overturning a dining table.

“Hehe.”

It was as I expected.

Nyx was properly dressed.

‘No, wait. Is ‘properly’ a bit ambiguous?’

It was clothing that revealed more than it covered. Attaching the modifier ‘properly’ was a bit ambiguous.

She couldn’t have been wearing a bra, and given the structure of her pants, she clearly wasn’t wearing underwear either. Or perhaps she was wearing something that could hardly be called underwear.

“Busted.”

Nyx chuckled nervously and sat up. It was just a simple action of sitting upright, but the recoil made her enormous breasts jiggle immensely.

It was a sight that no man with normal sexual values could help but be drawn to. Though, I don’t know how men in this world would perceive it.

“Yeah, you’re busted. Why did you tell a lie that would be found out so quickly?”

“Because neither of us would lose anything.”

That eerie laugh returned again.

The conversation hadn’t even properly begun, but I already felt a headache coming on. I pressed my forehead and plopped down onto the chair in front of the desk.

Nyx also placed her knees on the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor, facing me. Naturally, we ended up facing each other.

Only after facing her like this could I properly observe Nyx’s appearance.

Her hair was a chaotic mix of half purple and half green, and on top of that, it was frizzy and disheveled. At a glance, it looked completely unkempt.

Since women in this world are beings barely affected by aging, that frizzy, disheveled hair was probably a product of a mod. Her very modeling must have been like that.

Beneath her frizzy bangs, her black eyeballs were dark like an abyss, and her unfocused pupils darted around before repeatedly staring intently at me.

From between her small, tightly-formed lips, strange laughter that simultaneously conveyed slyness and eeriness continuously leaked out. It was enough to make Laksia’s blood pressure rise just by thinking about it.

A little below her face, an enormous bust, possessing the power to forcibly draw one’s gaze, was situated.

At first glance, it was as massive as Lije’s or the Pope’s, but since Nyx was much shorter than Lije, who was already on the smaller side for a woman, it gave the impression of being relatively even larger.

If Lije’s or the Pope’s breasts were closer to being soft and yielding, Nyx’s, despite clearly not losing their shape or sagging at all, felt soft enough to seemingly spill out.

Moreover, the clothing that encased such absurdly large breasts was an extremely small dress shirt.

The top looked as if a dress shirt had been cut with a knife near the underbust, and its length was far too short to cover the entire upper body. The ends of the dress shirt were tied between her underbust.

Her overwhelming upper chest and cleavage were almost entirely exposed. It was such an extreme outfit that it felt less like she wore it to cover her breasts and more like she wore it to emphasize them.

It had long surpassed the point where one would worry about the pink tips of her breasts showing with just a slight movement. On the contrary, it made me wonder if her nipples were actually supporting that thin piece of fabric to keep it from slipping down.

On her generously exposed abdomen, there was a soft, fleshy layer that was never excessive, but just the right amount to look good.

At least her bottom half could have been ordinary-looking denim shorts.

If both sides hadn’t been cut out, that is.

Not only was it short enough to precariously hang on her pubic bone, but with only the central zipper line, the waist belt line, and a small part of the hem remaining, everything else was ripped away, resulting in an outrageously high level of exposure.

Because of that, not only the bare skin of her Y-zone, which separated her thighs and pelvis, but also the area leading to her vulva was clearly visible. The width of the zipper covering her vulva was almost identical to the covering on the holy vestments worn by the Popes.

What’s more, she had even unbuckled her jeans halfway, so her already precarious outfit was on the verge of slipping down.

‘What kind of messed-up world is this?’

I clearly remember thinking, ‘Surely there can’t be an outfit worse than this?’ ever since I first met Iris. My predictions about what kind of messed-up world this was had all been wrong.

White tank tops and dolphin shorts, Aurora’s new city MILF look, Stella’s nun’s habit, Selene’s full-body translucent tights, the Popes’ holy vestments, Minerva’s bath robe, the Golden Twilight Knights’ sports bras and leggings, the Jet-Black Holy Night Knights’ bunny girl and reverse bunny outfits.

Every single one of them was a combination that would make your jaw drop if you saw it for the first time.

‘Is Kaikilia the only normal one, then?’

Even though her uniform skirt was short enough to expose the flesh of her lower buttocks, it still had the semblance of a proper uniform.

“H-ho, are you perhaps interested in my body? Should I really take it off?”

Perhaps my gaze lingered too long, as Nyx stammered and reached for the zipper of her shorts. If I had left her alone, she looked like she would really throw off even the clothes she had on, so I stopped her.

“No, it’s fine. I didn’t come here for that.”

“Hmph, I’m sure I’d be delicious.”

“Where did you learn to say things like that?”

“I-I taught myself.”

Even as she said that, Nyx kept glancing at me, trying to gauge my reaction. As soon as I saw her like that, something came to mind.

‘That’s exactly it.’

You know, isn’t there a character concept often called the ‘gloomy big-breasted loner girl’?

Aside from her hair being quite flashy due to the mix of green and purple, and her outfit not being baggy but rather fully revealing her figure, her appearance was exactly what would make one think of such a character.

It seemed like she was modeled with that concept in mind: a witch who uses dark magic and never leaves her workshop.

Setting aside the useless conversation, it was time to get to the main point. I placed an elbow on each thigh, leaned forward slightly, and, resting my chin on the back of my hand, asked:

“There’s a lot I want to ask, but… the first question is this.”

From the moment I had this opportunity, my choice was already decided. I met Nyx’s gaze.

“The magic you cast on my head, what is its true nature? And what was your reason for doing such a thing to me?”

“Hehe. So, which magic?”

“Both. I trust you won’t say you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

I was equally curious about both.

Before meeting Nyx, I had only known that, according to the game’s lore, a witch would grab anyone walking by and experiment with curse magic, and I assumed that person was me. That was also the background setting for ‘The Abandoned One’.

However, the woman in front of me, who was called a witch in the game, seemed to have a considerable liking for me, for reasons I didn’t understand.

In other words, while she might have cast curses on random passersby as in the game, there was no reason for her to cast a curse on me specifically, knowing it was me. If there was some underlying reason, I needed to know what it was first.

Or she was a crazy psychopath who stuck to me nonchalantly after putting me in this state.

“Hmph… that’s not a question I can answer.”

“What? Then-“

Just as I instinctively frowned and reached for her shoulder, wondering if she was trying to run away without properly answering, Nyx’s eyes changed to a bewildered expression.

“Huh, huh?”

“Huh?”

Nyx and I both let out dumbfounded sounds simultaneously.

Nyx blinked and looked around, then saw her own hand about to lower her pants and my arm reaching out towards her, and she smiled with a mix of eeriness and joy, letting out a ‘heh’ laugh.

“A-are you trying to do it with me?”

“What nonsense are you spouting as soon as your personality changes?”

Since she started using polite language at the same time she said that wasn’t a question she could answer, she had probably switched to her other personality.

But as soon as she came out, she was spouting such nonsense, so it seemed her personality didn’t change even if her persona did. Both of them acted pretty much the same.

“Hehe, it wasn’t, was it? I’m sorry.”

Nyx awkwardly apologized. That strange laugh was still there on this side too.

“So, the answer?”

“Huh?”

“‘Huh?’ What do you mean ‘Huh?’ I’m talking about the answer to my question. That’s what you… I mean, the one who uses informal speech. Didn’t she say that wasn’t something she could answer?”

“Ah… did I say that? I don’t remember, so could you please explain it one more time?”

“What are you talking about? Don’t you two share memories?”

If there were two personalities and they didn’t share memories, that alone would be incredibly inconvenient.

Seeing the confusion on my face, Nyx hastily blurted out an excuse.

“It’s not like that. We usually do… Hehe. But we can voluntarily cut off the sharing. We just did that.”

“You can voluntarily cut off memory sharing? Then couldn’t you just live as one personality?”

“It’s impossible forever. The maximum time we can endure with memory sharing cut off is about three days, and if more than that passes, the personality is forcibly switched. And then, we have to sleep for as long as we were out and had memory sharing cut off. I… no, Nyx… no… we? Yes, we. We don’t want that.”

So that’s how it was.

What I was truly curious about was the other side, so I accepted it reasonably and moved on immediately.

“Well, if that’s the case, you’ll have to tell me again. I asked you to reveal everything about the magic cast on my head. Can you answer now?”

“The magic, you mean? Both of them?”

“Yes. Both.”

“Hmm… one is magic that degenerates physical abilities, and the other is…”

Nyx smiled eerily.

“Magic that prevents you from feeling fear. Right?”

“That’s right. Why did you cast such magic on me?”

“Why-“

-*Clack!*

The moment Nyx was about to answer, her mouth snapped shut with a chilling *clack* as her upper and lower teeth collided forcefully.

At first, I thought she just didn’t want to tell me, but seeing her blinking eyes filled with bewilderment, it was clear she hadn’t closed it voluntarily.

There was something.