The moment Bruce learned that Doraemon was looking for him, he did not dare waste even a second. He immediately bade Curze farewell, then rushed off with Meiling at top speed toward the deepest part of the Red Devil Mansion's labyrinth.
The Primarch of the Dark Angels, the Lion—Lion El'Jonson—and her attendants were all imprisoned there.
Given how important that place was, and how important Doraemon's work usually was, if he had called Bruce over and said it was urgent, then there was really only one possibility…
"Wah! Blue Fatty! My good brother! You can't be in trouble!"
Bruce sprinted down a special passageway all the way to the Night King's secret chamber, then kicked the door open in one blow. Chainsword on his shoulder, he had already steeled himself for the possibility that he might have to fight a Primarch.
But the moment he saw what was inside the chamber, all his worry and tension instantly turned into confusion.
The room was filled with machinery Bruce could not begin to understand. An absurdly huge central console occupied most of the raised platform, linked to a dense wall of monitors that displayed all kinds of scenes Bruce found oddly familiar.
Wires extended out from the console in every direction—chaotic at first glance, yet somehow following a pattern—and all of them were connected to something like a bed-like apparatus.
Lying inside it was Lion.
At present, Lion looked like a sleeping beauty, quietly resting within the chamber, hands folded neatly over her abdomen, as though waiting for some prince to come awaken her.
"…?"
Bruce put away his weapon and walked toward the blue fat cat sitting in a chair.
Wearing noise-canceling headphones, Doraemon seemed completely unaware that someone had barged into the secret room, despite the enormous commotion. He simply kept busily tapping away at the controls with his round little hands, occasionally taking a bite out of a dorayaki sitting nearby—one with Meiling's face printed on the wrapper.
"…"
Bruce stood silently behind the swivel chair and watched what Doraemon was doing.
On the device in Doraemon's hands, a scene was playing.
Moonlight spilled across the tatami floor.
Seated on white bedding was a faintly blushing Saber. Perhaps out of shyness, she did not dare look straight at the camera, but the way her eyes kept flicking upward betrayed her.
The King of Knights seemed to be anticipating something too. It was a beautiful night, one destined to become an unforgettable memory.
A pink dialogue box popped up, and text began to appear.
Saber: "Shi… Shirou… do we really have to do this? H-Here…?"
Saber: "If replenishing mana is truly necessary, then I… I can accept it!"
Three options then appeared.
Option 1: Push her down immediately.
Option 2: Gently comfort her.
Option 3: [Custom]
"Oh? So this is… a special event route, right? That's what this is, isn't it?"
"If it were Old Wang, he'd probably pick this one…" Doraemon muttered seriously after putting himself in Bruce's shoes for a moment, then reached for the second option.
"Gwah—"
Bruce could not endure it any longer. He punched Doraemon clean off the chair. Completely defenseless and wholly unprepared, Doraemon went flying onto the floor, and the SONY-branded headphones on his head flew off with him.
"You ridiculous thing! Don't ever show me this insult to my intelligence again!"
Bruce angrily berated the still-stunned Doraemon.
Damn it, if you want to play eroge, then play eroge. Why are you dragging me into it?
"Wah! Old Wang! What are you doing?!" Doraemon, sprawled on the ground, was not angry—only aggrieved. "It was just getting to the important scene! Why did you interrupt me?"
"The 'important scene' you're talking about can't possibly be this lewd trash, can it? Dora-haki, you shameless little pervert!"
Bruce picked up the tablet-like device from the floor.
Then he selected the first option.
The next instant, the screen flickered violently, and the beautiful, delicate Saber was forced to the ground with an astonished expression on her face.
Shirou: "Saber… Saber! I can't control myself anymore!"
Saber: "It's okay… let me become your sheath, Shirou…"
Shirou: "I love you, Saber!"
...
The explicit scene began to play. As Bruce watched the increasingly intense action, his expression shifted from grimness to delight—because in the third-person view on the screen, the one pinning Saber down was clearly himself.
Exactly the same. Face, build—everything.
So it wasn't some substitute after all. It was really me?
Well done, Blue Fatty. You really did well.
"So…" Bruce asked while watching the heated battle on screen with great appreciation, "you've been hiding down here all these past few days just to play this kind of indecent stuff?"
"What are you talking about? Do you think I wanted to?" Doraemon snapped back angrily. "I'm doing all this for your sake, okay?!"
"For my sake? What kind of nonsense are you spouting? If you wanted to play, then play. Don't pin it on me."
Bruce's body shook with indignation.
"?"
"?"
The two stared at each other, both full of question marks, both furrowing their brows.
After a moment of thought, Doraemon was the first to raise a question.
"Weren't you the one who told me to keep stuffing memories into Lion? To break down her resistance?"
"Don't tell me the thing you've been stuffing into her is this?!"
Bruce's face instantly turned pale.
Even without an Astartes' superhuman brain, any normal person could have figured out what was happening by this point. The thing in his hand might not have been a game at all—it was likely the device being used to implant memories into Lion.
Which meant…
I just humiliated—assaulted—Lion?
Wow. That's manly as hell. Even Slaanesh would applaud me for this.
Damn it!
I'm dead!
"Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Bruce clutched his head, badly wanting to scream, but he did not dare raise his voice for fear Curze might hear.
If she followed the sound and saw this scene…
That would be the real end.
"You never asked!" Doraemon replied innocently.
"..."
Bruce's heartbeat sped up. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, stepped forward, then dropped to one knee.
"Doraemon, is there any way to undo this?"
"No." Doraemon shook his head.
"..."
Bruce slowly turned to look at the sleeping beauty lying on the platform.
Ah. What a wonderfully hopeless sight. Hahahaha…
"There's no helping it. I've implanted the future events into Lion again and again, but she still rejects them. So the only thing I could do was reinforce her current identity, make her mistake herself for Saber, and then continue the memory implantation. Only that way worked. But to do that, I needed the original Saber story as a base."
"Of course, since I've never played Fate myself, parts of the content were extracted using you as the male lead template."
"That's enough! Don't say another word…"
Bruce regretted it. Deeply, horribly regretted the utterly irreversible thing he had just done.
I actually…
Did Lion.
Damn it—
If the Dark Angels ever find out, they'll definitely kill me!
"Is there any way to fix this? Please, Doraemon, help me! I'll do anything! Please!"
Bruce was so desperate he nearly started crying.
"Sigh. I really can't do anything with you."
Doraemon looked troubled, but faced with his friend's plea, he could only hold out a hand.
"Give me the device. I'll think of some way to salvage this."
"Okay!"
Bruce hurriedly handed the device over, then picked Doraemon up and set him back in the chair.
"All I can say is, I'll try! But you'll have to help too, Old Wang."
"No problem!"
Hmph. Don't underestimate me. Before I transmigrated, I was a galgame master.
Even the ones without explicit content—I still played those too! As long as I can make Lion forget this story segment, that'll count as success!
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