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

Damien let his gaze sweep across the villa's interior once more, taking in the carefully curated balance between elegance and functionality. It was pristine, untouched, and—for the first time—his.

No lurking staff. No intrusive eyes. Just him and Elysia.

Satisfied, he turned to her, studying her calm, expressionless face before exhaling lightly. "Before we do anything, I should apologize."

Elysia blinked, a rare flicker of surprise passing through her otherwise unreadable features. She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Damien smirked. "Because handling my meals, the cleaning, and maintaining this place by yourself for the entire month will be a pain in the ass."

Elysia didn't react immediately. She merely looked at him, as if weighing the words, before stating in a monotone voice, "I have no such problems. It is my duty."

Damien chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I figured you'd say that."

She was predictable in some ways—utterly unwavering in her efficiency, never once questioning the nature of her tasks. He had no doubt that if he told her to maintain the entire estate on top of her training duties, she would do so without complaint.

Still, it amused him to acknowledge it.

With that, he turned, heading deeper into the villa. Elysia followed without a word.

The two of them passed through the main hall and into the back section of the villa—one that had only recently been constructed per his request. As Damien approached the entrance to the new section, a quiet satisfaction settled within him.

This was where it would all begin.

He pushed open the heavy reinforced doors, stepping inside.

The moment Damien entered, a slow smirk curled his lips.

The space was vast, sleek, and optimized for one purpose: breaking past human limits. This wasn't just a gym. This was a facility designed to forge something beyond what was natural.

His eyes immediately landed on the Gravity Training Room.

A sealed chamber reinforced with mana-imbued alloys, capable of increasing gravitational pressure at will. With a mere adjustment of the settings, he could simulate carrying multiple times his own body weight, forcing his muscles and endurance to adapt at an accelerated rate.

"I'll need to push my body beyond what's reasonable. If I have only one month, then I don't have the luxury of conventional training."

Next, he turned his gaze to the High-Speed Treadmill & Terrain Simulator.

Unlike standard treadmills, this one had been designed to go beyond human limitations. It could simulate speeds that would tear a normal person apart, combined with a terrain module that shifted the running surface to replicate steep inclines, rough mountains, and even unstable ground like shifting sands or loose gravel.

"If I'm going to shred my weight quickly, my cardio needs to be pushed to its absolute limit."

He moved further in, stopping in front of the Resistance Pool.

The shimmering water looked deceptively ordinary, but he knew better. This wasn't a simple swimming pool. It had adjustable resistance settings, allowing him to train in conditions that simulated combat against powerful water currents. Moving through it would force every muscle in his body to work at maximum efficiency, all while minimizing joint stress.

His smirk deepened.

Next was the Adaptive Weight System—a collection of seemingly ordinary weights, but laced with mana circuits that dynamically adjusted their density based on his output. If he grew stronger, they would become heavier in real time, ensuring that no lift was ever too easy.

Then, the Climbing & Vertical Endurance Zone—a brutal, ever-changing structure designed to train grip strength and endurance. The walls would shift unpredictably, with mana-infused handholds that would repel his grasp if he failed to exert the perfect balance of strength and technique.

And finally…

His gaze landed on the Recovery Pools.

Two separate pools—one steaming with hot water, the other chilled to near freezing. These weren't ordinary baths; they were designed to accelerate muscle recovery, ensuring that his body could endure the sheer brutality of what he was about to put it through.

Damien exhaled slowly, a spark of exhilaration flickering in his dark eyes.

"Perfect."

He turned his head slightly, glancing at Elysia. As expected, she had taken it all in with silent efficiency, her gaze scanning the facility without comment.

"What do you think?" Damien asked, amusement lacing his tone.

Elysia's response was immediate. "It is adequate."

Damien chuckled. "High praise, coming from you."

She didn't reply.

With a final glance around the training facility, Damien turned toward the exit. "Alright," he murmured, satisfied. "That's enough for now."

Elysia, ever silent, followed as he made his way back through the villa's pristine halls. The place was still settling into its role as his domain, the air heavy with the promise of transformation.

For a brief moment, he could almost hear his father's voice in his mind. Now, we will see.

Tch.

He would show him.

Damien exhaled through his nose as they reached the kitchen. The space was modern yet understated—sleek countertops, high-end appliances, and most importantly, a well-equipped workstation. He hadn't chosen it for comfort or aesthetics. No, this would serve as a laboratory of sorts, a place where he would craft exactly what he needed to sustain his brutal training.

Stepping to the center of the room, he turned to Elysia, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Now, please bring out everything."

Without hesitation, Elysia moved.

A faint shimmer flickered in the air as she reached into her spatial storage, an ability few had access to and even fewer could use so effortlessly. In an instant, items materialized onto the countertop, neatly arranged in perfect order.

First, the herbs—six carefully bundled sets, each wrapped in cloth to preserve their potency.

Starfire Root – a deep crimson root, its edges glowing faintly, known for accelerating muscle regeneration.

Nightshade Thistle – dark violet petals laced with subtle toxins, meant for controlled dosages of stress conditioning.

Emberleaf – a fiery orange herb that maintained core body temperature under extreme conditions.

Frostcap Petals – delicate white petals known to suppress inflammation and swelling.

Titan's Bark – a rough, fibrous plant with properties that strengthened bone density.

Hollow Ivy – a thin, almost translucent vine with properties unknown to most, used for nerve stimulation and energy enhancement.

Damien's gaze flickered over the herbs, nodding to himself as Elysia continued.

Next came the brewing equipment—a set of finely crafted alchemical tools, precisely what he had requested.

A high-grade mortar and pestle, enchanted to finely grind even the toughest materials.

A mana-infused distillation flask, perfect for extracting the purest essence of each herb.

A temperature-controlled cauldron, allowing precision in potion brewing.

Several glass vials and storage bottles, meant to hold whatever concoctions he would create.

Elysia took a step back as the final items were placed, her sharp green eyes resting on Damien, awaiting further instruction.

Damien exhaled slowly, letting a slow smirk settle on his face as he reached out, fingers grazing the edges of the materials.

"Good," he murmured. "Very good."

Elysia's gaze remained fixed on him, her sharp green eyes flickering ever so slightly before she finally spoke.

"What do you intend to use these for, Young Master?"

Damien paused, rolling his shoulders slightly before turning to meet her gaze fully. There was no hesitation in his stance, no flicker of doubt—only quiet amusement laced with something deeper, something unreadable.

"From this moment on," he said smoothly, "everything you see, everything you hear—you are not to speak of it to anyone else."

There was no threat in his tone. No forcefulness. Just an undeniable certainty.

For a moment, Elysia said nothing. She merely stared at him, weighing his words.

Then, without breaking eye contact, she stepped forward.

A faint hum of mana crackled in the air as she raised a hand to her chest. With absolute composure, she spoke—her voice calm, unwavering.

"I, Elysia Verdant, swear upon my mana," she intoned, "that all which I witness from this day forward shall remain unspoken to any soul but yours, Young Master."

A faint pulse of energy rippled outward, and above her head, a small glowing symbol flared to life—an intricate crest, shining with the unmistakable seal of a mana oath.

Damien raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that.

The glow flickered before fading, sealing the oath into existence.

He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head. "I didn't intend for you to bind yourself with a mana oath."

Elysia's expression didn't waver. "It was my own volition."

"Is that so?"

Damien smirked. There was something amusing about it. The fact that she had taken the initiative, that she had gone beyond what was necessary. It was… intriguing.

Still, he didn't question it further.

Instead, he turned back to the herbs, brushing his fingers along the bundles before finally explaining.

"The reason I gathered these…"