My mind had been too clouded before to really take in her figure.
From the massive jugs pressing against her white long-sleeve shirt to the way her ass was squeezed into that tight leather skirt, she was a walking hourglass. She wasn't even fully developed yet, but those tits were huge—honestly, I worried about the back pain she'd have to deal with later. But there was a good chance they were only going to get bigger.
This was insane. First, there was my own new look and the needlessly heavy junk between my legs. Now this? Those melons on someone with such a slender, perfect shape? I was starting to wonder if this world was just some kind of twisted eroge.
"Stop," I said.
She was already on the third button, and I could see hints of her flawless, pale skin underneath. I didn't need this right now. This body had already made it clear that the previous owner, Lorel, was a hopeless pervert, and I wasn't about to let myself fall into that kind of degeneracy—at least not yet.
"I won't leave, Lorel. I don't mind going naked," she said, her voice steady. She didn't flinch.
That kind of devotion was baffling. I couldn't tell why she was so obsessed with Lorel; even the guy's own memories didn't explain it properly. And since I was him now, I could say that with confidence.
"Fine, stay," I muttered.
She took her hands off the third button, but the damage was done—it stayed open. I could see just enough explicit detail to make my body start reacting. Lorel, you bastard. How much did you goon over this girl? My body was responding to her presence automatically. I thought he was obsessed with that Helene girl, so what was this? Maybe he liked Moresa too but was just too chicken to make a move. Maybe that's why he had her doing all this in the first place—it was as bold as he could get.
"Button up. Now," I ordered. She nodded.
"Understood." She did as she was told, but her blue eyes stayed locked on mine with an intensity that made me feel like she was looking at more than just my face.
"Where is my Legion?" I asked.
"In the other mansion."
"I see." I sank deeper into the warm water, trying to find some comfort.
I closed my eyes, sifting through Lorel's memories. As much as I tried to deny it, the system had done something to make me feel like him. I knew I wasn't him, but it was like the world was trying to force me into his skin.
"Moresa," I muttered, opening my eyes.
She was gripping the corners of the tub and leaning forward, her face inches from mine. "What are you doing?" I asked. Strangely, it didn't even bother me. I knew why, too. In the past, Moresa made it her personal mission to tease Lorel, back before he'd ever met Helene.
"You seem different," she whispered.
"How so?"
"I just told you I turned Helene away. Helene. And you... you acted like it was fine?" She moved even closer. "Are you really Lorel?"
I understood why she was suspicious. If the real Lorel had heard that his precious Helene had shown up only to be sent away, he would have lost his mind. He was the ultimate simp for her. But I wasn't that version of him.
"I just got tired of her," I replied. Her eyes widened.
Honestly, without Lorel's memories, I would have had a hard time fooling her.
"You're... tired of her?"
"She doesn't want me. I finally saw the writing on the wall. I'm sick of chasing her, so yeah, I'm done."
I made myself comfortable in the tub, watching her face go through a dozen different emotions before she finally scoffed and grinned.
"Please. You can't fool me, El. There's no way you're over that witch."
"Believe what you want," I said. My eyes drifted down to that black leather skirt. It was short. Way too short. Was that even legally considered being dressed? If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to seduce me.
"You're too close. Give me some space," I said.
Instead of moving back, she placed one leg on the corner of the tub. That tiny, tight skirt hiked up even further, but I forced myself to keep my eyes on her face.
"Why? I thought you said I don't attract you at all. Was that a lie?" she asked, leaning in.
What the hell was this? I knew she liked to tease him, but this was practically throwing herself at me.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked bluntly. What was the worst that could happen?
She didn't say anything for a long time, just stared at me. Finally, she pulled back. "Of course not," she said, slipping back into her professional act.
This was probably why Lorel gave up on her. He didn't have any confidence, and she kept giving him mixed signals.
Suddenly...
"!"
A new memory hit me like a ton of bricks.
I remembered why Moresa's teasing had stopped working on Lorel. It wasn't because of Helene. It was because there was a maid in the mansion—a big-breasted milf who had been secretly boneing him every single day.