Simulator Waifu Life has been updated.]
[Unlocked Feature: Immersive Mode]
[Do you want to enter Immersive Mode, player?]
Khan stared at the bizarre message flashing on his phone screen.
"What is 'Immersive Mode' supposed to mean?" he muttered.
[You will enter the simulation world yourself and experience the feeling of being inside the game world.]
"Seriously?"
With a doubtful look etched deep into his face, Khan stared at his smartphone like it had grown a second head.
Part of him wondered if he'd finally lost it—if he had gone crazy for even considering pressing yes.
And yet, despite every bit of hesitation pulsing in his brain, he clicked it.
Yes.
And to his complete and utter shock, the screen exploded with light. A strange pulling sensation tugged at his chest—and then, reality shifted.
When the world stopped spinning, he was no longer standing in his room.
He was inside the simulation.
Literally.
And the first thing he noticed was... something felt off.
Very off.
He looked down.
What the fuck
Tits?
His hand instinctively rose to grope his own chest, confirming the impossible.
His reflection shimmered on a nearby polished sword lying against the ground.
Blonde hair, striking blue eyes, a slender but toned feminine figure clad in a regal armored dress.
"...No fucking way."
He had turned into Artoria Pendragon.
THE Artoria. The goddamn Saber.
Khan blinked rapidly, then slapped his own cheek.
Hard.
Nope.
Not a dream.
Suppressing the full-body discomfort that came with suddenly having curves, a tight waist, and a pussy instead of his cock, he groaned. "Shit… I'm really her. Or—whatever. I guess 'she' is the right term... for now.
[When you looked around, you found yourself back at the previous checkpoint, a flicker of gloom crossed your face.]
[The sensation of being instantly obliterated—along with the bitter sting of betrayal—lingered unpleasantly in your chest.]
[But you didn't let it consume you. You quickly swallowed down the frustration and dissatisfaction bubbling in your heart, pushing it all aside.]
[Your expression shifted back to calm resolve, carrying the same heroic determination as before, just in time to meet the band of loyal knights who continued to follow you on this journey.]
[You told them you'd be heading to the church first, so that the rest of their path might be smooth and blessed by the grace of God.]
["May the Holy Light shine upon all of you."]
["Amen!"]
[Of course, you weren't going to church out of piety or religious devotion. That was never your style.]
[You'd caught the hint in the simulator—the subtle clue suggesting the church might hold a surprise or hidden key. You didn't know what exactly was waiting there, but it was enough to get your attention.]
[It became clear that the clues scattered through Simulator Life weren't just about your thoughts or intuition. Sometimes, they planted Easter eggs in the world itself—rewards waiting for those sharp or paranoid enough to catch them. You were determined to chase that possibility down, no matter the cost.]
[If it turned out the church was a waste of time, just another dead-end based only on your assumptions instead of real signals from the system, then next time you'd skip this kind of pointless detour entirely.]
[But for now, you had to see what was waiting for you. Maybe something—maybe someone—there could actually move your heart.]
[And there she was.]
[The nun.]
[Jet-black hair cascading down her shoulders, her beauty so striking it felt unnatural, almost otherworldly. She wasn't just beautiful—she was lethal.]
[A walking contradiction of holiness and menace, wrapped in that tight, modest habit that did nothing to hide the dangerous allure underneath.]
[Her crimson eyes pierced straight through you—burning, seductive, impossible to ignore. Eyes that didn't just look at you—they saw you, judged you, undressed you. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly, like a fucking vampire dipped in divinity, exuding this unholy mix of purity and death.]
[She didn't walk into the room. She claimed it. Every step said one thing loud and clear: Touch me, and you'll either be saved… or destroyed.]
["You've got an unpleasant smell on you, girl," the nun said with a teasing laugh, her tone light but laced with something darker. "Looks like your God already set Her eyes on you."]
[Anyone else might've thought she was a lunatic, spewing nonsense in a church. But you knew better. Artoria always knew better.]
[She wasn't talking about God.]
[She meant Alaya.]
[You wasted no time. No games. No testing the waters.]
["I want to make a deal with you, Eclipse Princess," you said, staring her dead in the eyes.]
[For the first time, the woman's crimson gaze locked fully onto yours. Her smile twitched, sharp and amused.]
[Altrouge.]
[She was surprised—not because you addressed her directly, but because you unmasked her identity without hesitation.]
[But that surprise quickly faded, replaced by a cold, elegant laugh that echoed through the empty church like the toll of a death bell.]
["Not everyone gets to make deals with me, little girl," she said. "State your terms."]
["Protect me," you said, firm and clear. "From anyone far stronger than me. From Alaya. From Merlin. From Morgan. From anyone who threatens my life—until I become strong enough to face them as an equal."]
[You didn't flinch. You didn't stutter. Those were your terms, and you laid them out without a hint of hesitation.]
[Altrouge stared down at you, a smirk playing on her blood-red lips.]
[Her eyes shimmered with amusement, but there was a dangerous glint beneath it.]
[She reached out, grabbed your chin, and tilted your face upward to meet hers.]
["Little girl," she whispered, voice thick with cruel amusement, "don't be naïve. You want me to protect you. But what do I get out of this deal, hmm?"]
[Her face leaned closer, her cold breath brushing against your skin. Her touch sent a chill through your spine.]
[You could barely breathe under the pressure of her aura, of her overwhelming presence.]
[Still, you kept your gaze steady, defiant, unwavering.]
["Entertainment," you replied. No bluff. No backpedal. Just brutal honesty.]
[Altrouge laughed—a rich, vicious laugh that sent goosebumps down your skin. Her grin widened, revealing her sharp fangs. And then she didn't wait.]
[She kissed you.]
[Hard. Fierce. Possessive. Her lips crushed yours without warning, her body pressed against yours like a storm breaking loose. Her fangs dug into your bottom lip, drawing blood, and she sucked it slowly, savoring the taste like fine wine.]
[A low moan escaped her throat as she licked the blood clean, her face painted with carnal satisfaction.]
["The contract is sealed," she whispered, voice sultry and absolute. "From now on, your life belongs to me. No one—not even the gods—can touch you without dealing with me."]
[Then she turned on her heel without another word, her figure fading into the shadows as if she was never there.]
[You returned to your group of knights. Your objective was complete. This time, no more distractions. You went back on the warpath—saving villagers, then slaughtering bandits.]
[But peace never lasted long.]
[But the moment you fell into slumber, you felt the dream shift—Merlin was waiting, veil of illusion wrapping around you, trying to ambush you where he believed you were most vulnerable.]
[Only—he wasn't alone.]
[Altrouge was already there.]
[She didn't wait. The moment he moved, she tore through his illusion like it was made of paper. Her presence flooded the dream, an overwhelming wave of killing intent.]
["No wonder she asked for my help," she sneered, fangs glinting. "Old lecher, you really planned to murder her, huh?"]
[Her voice dripped with venom and amusement, equal parts mocking and lethal.]
["You think you can lay a finger on what belongs to this princess?" she said coldly. "Try me. Go on. I dare you, magus."]
[Her tone was sharp enough to cut steel—possessive, commanding, lethal. But Merlin didn't retreat. He didn't flinch. Instead, he looked at you, and for the first time, he looked… tired.]
["I know what you're thinking, Artoria," he said, voice weary, almost mournful. "But this is necessary. It's painless. The Counter Force gave me no choice. Kill you, or they'll wipe us all. You're a deviation they can't tolerate."]
["You still think you can escape the strings of fate, but you don't understand—they're woven into everything. You were never meant to rewrite anything. Just obey."]
[He looked like a man forced to burn the thing he cherished most.]
["In the end... this is what King Uther and I hoped for, isn't it?" he murmured. "Someone strong enough to change the fate of Britannia."]
[He took a step back, looking tired than he ever had. "Artoria... from this day forth, I will no longer intervene. I'll take my leave."]
["Was that really necessary, Merlin?" you asked, your voice low and heavy with sorrow.]
[Inside, your heart twisted. So many memories—so many years of shared laughter, lessons, and long nights spent discussing the burdens of kingship. Merlin wasn't just your teacher.]
[He was your companion, your guide… your mentor. The one who led you down this brutal path, who shaped you into the king you became. Suppressing all that wasn't easy. It felt like tearing apart your own soul.]
[But then—your expression darkened.]
Because no matter how fond those memories were, you couldn't forget the truth. He murdered you. In the previous timeline. You remembered every detail. The betrayal. The pain. The cold. His face as the light faded from your eyes.]
[And you couldn't forgive him.]
[Merlin saw the storm flicker behind your eyes, and he smiled—softly, bitterly, as if already knowing the outcome.]
["You don't trust me," he said, voice devoid of any illusion.]
[You didn't answer.]
["It makes sense," he continued, with a shrug that tried to look casual but felt more like resignation. "I nearly killed you. I even intended to rip through your soul to find out what changed you so much. But remember this, Artoria… even if I remain distant, even if I'm no longer beside you—I will always put your interests above everything else."]
[He stepped closer and patted your shoulder, the smirk curling on his lips acting like none of that bitterness had ever existed.]
["We'll be watching your career with great interest, young Artoria."]
[And just like that—he was gone.]
[No spell, no fanfare. Just a whisper of wind as the air emptied around you. Flowers bloomed in his wake, unnatural and vibrant, trying to distract from the hollowness he left behind.]
[Altrouge didn't chase him.]
[And neither did you.]
[You just stood there, staring blankly into the distance, a part of you drifting far away.]
[Was this really how it was supposed to go?]
[You didn't know anymore.]
[That's when Altrouge stepped beside you, her presence grounding you in that empty, surreal space. Her crimson eyes no longer wild, but filled with something gentler—something you didn't expect.]
[Tenderness.]
[You didn't resist when she leaned in. You closed your eyes, letting her warmth wash over you—and then her lips pressed into yours, full of hunger and meaning. There was no hesitation.]
[Her hands moved fast, almost desperate, as your clothes were torn apart like they meant nothing. Fabric ripped, flesh pressed against flesh, and in that dream-like realm, the two of you fell into the sheets that weren't even real—but felt too real to ignore.]
[This wasn't the real world.]
[Your virginity was still untouched. So was hers. This was something deeper—emotional, magical, carnal.]
[And because of that, you both didn't hold anything back.]
[You were naked as your bodies entwined. Loud, sharp moans echoed through the void, your voice mixing with hers in a raw symphony of need.]
[Her legs wrapped around your waist, hips grinding, desperate, demanding more.]
[You kissed, bit, sucked—until her moans turned into screams, and your release crashed into hers like a tidal wave of white-hot pleasure.]
[Powerful. Violent. Shattering.]
[The orgasm ripped through both of you, overwhelming and all-consuming, and then—]
[You opened your eyes.]
[The dream was over.]
[Merlin was gone. The flowers still bloomed faintly in the air, and your body remained untouched—but something inside had changed.]
[You took a breath, adjusted your posture, and turned toward your waiting knights.]
[It was time to walk again.]
[The journey wasn't over.]