Ah, so this was Mob’s scent.
“……”
“……”
What to say.
Sniff, sniff.
As I continued to inhale the scent, it was… a fragrance that made my stomach flutter slightly.
Could it be that I was hungry?
I tilted my head, puzzled.
That’s strange.
It hadn’t been long since I’d last eaten.
What could it be?
If that were the case, it certainly wouldn’t be due to hunger.
Then why did this peculiar sensation, as if my stomach were tingling and trembling, persist?
But then, why was Mob emitting such a scent in the first place?
The question naturally arose: ‘Had he eaten something amiss?’
‘…Ah, could it be? Because he’s the protagonist of an eroge (TL Note: A Japanese adult-themed video game, short for ‘erotic game’)?’
My eyes widened in astonishment, and I marveled inwardly.
Yes, that’s right!
It was that all along!
This fellow, he must be unconsciously exuding some kind of pheromone.
He was instinctively scattering an ‘addictive scent,’ ensuring girls would flock to him like moths to a flame.
“Heavens…”
I drew a sharp breath, uttering an exclamation of awe.
Truly, he was a protagonist.
How could the qualities of a Casanova continue to emerge, the more one peeled back his layers, the more one scrutinized him?
It was truly remarkable.
‘Hmph, he truly lives up to being the assistant who caught my eye.’
Even as I entertained this thought, I exhaled a sigh of relief inwardly.
It was fortunate that I was such a soft-hearted (TL Note: ‘Mallang mallang’ refers to a soft, squishy, or pliable texture, often used to describe someone gentle or easygoing) genius Doctor.
What if I had been transmigrated into the body of a hero, or some similar entity?
…Just the thought of it—no, it was clear I would have been embroiled in something so dreadful that I didn’t even wish to imagine it.
To that degree, Mob’s scent was truly, exceptionally dangerous.
Even now, the moment I caught a whiff of it, my stomach unconsciously protruded.
Of course, as a genius Doctor, there was no chance of a dreadful future involving me being ‘devoured,’ so I was quite safe.
It was only the heroes who would suffer a pitiable fate.
Imagining a future where they, one by one, would fall under the spell of this potent pheromone, happily surrendering their very essence and virginity, I adopted a look of profound pity.
Tsk, tsk.
Poor, unfortunate souls.
“…My deepest condolences.”
I even offered a small moment of silent prayer.
It was at that very moment.
“D-Doctor! Your clothes, your clothes…!”
Startled by Mob’s sudden, urgent voice, I flinched and lifted my head.
What about my clothes?
Tilting my head in confusion, I glanced down at my own body.
I was clad in a simple, unremarkable shower gown.
There was nothing amiss.
Why the fuss?
“…Ugh.”
As I raised my gaze, my eyes still filled with questions, Mob’s ears began to flush a vivid crimson, though I couldn’t fathom why.
What was it?
Could he be worried that the gown, being somewhat loosely draped, might reveal something underneath?
Shrugging nonchalantly, I replied.
“It’s fine, it’s fine… You can’t see anything anyway.”
After all, this genius Doctor had absolutely no ‘erotic events’ mentioned in the original descriptions, the promotional videos, or even in any reviews left by others.
Therefore, even if I presented myself so boldly, our poor male lead would never be able to glimpse my body.
For I was the sacred and inviolable, soft-hearted Doctor, one for whom erotic scenes simply did not exist.
A kind of saintly presence, perhaps?
“Hmph.”
As I offered a bright smile and responded in my usual carefree manner, Mob’s face, for some inexplicable reason, only grew redder.
“Please… wouldn’t it be possible for you to wear your original gown, Doctor…?”
Mob, his face completely obscured by his hands, barely managed to utter his words in a voice that seemed to crawl.
At the sound of his urgent, desperate voice, I blinked slowly.
“Hmm?”
He seemed far more abashed than I had anticipated.
After all, he must have witnessed all there was to see when he ‘devoured’ the hero last time.
Yet, to blush at something so trivial.
Tsk.
It seemed our Mob had yet to shed his virginal innocence.
“Hmm…”
I placed a finger to my lips, deliberately pausing as if lost in thought for a moment.
For some reason, the situation was subtly amusing to me.
“If you’re truly that desperate…”
I answered with a sweet smile, then deliberately, playfully, and ever so slowly, fiddled with the ties of my gown, casting a fleeting glance at Mob.
Mob’s eyes, fixed upon my hands, widened perceptibly.
His eyes, already round, seemed to grow even wider, like marbles nestled between his knuckles.
“…Ugh, please stop teasing me!”
At the ensuing, desperate cry, I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
****
“Haa…”
The Man, having exhaled a heavy sigh, slowly lifted his head.
His gaze fell upon the alluring Doctor, her fair skin barely discernible beneath a bath gown so pristine white it seemed to meld with her complexion.
Perhaps having just emerged from a bath, delicate tendrils of steam rose from the Doctor’s petite form.
Adding to the allure, the Doctor’s distinctive soft, milky scent—one that lingered even after her bath—wafted, subtly invading The Man’s nostrils.
‘……’
The Man was on the verge of madness from that rich, pervasive fragrance.
His face continually flushed, and his heart pounded with a will of its own.
He earnestly wished she would change back into her original gown.
Yet, the audacious Doctor appeared to have not the slightest intention of heeding The Man’s words.
Instead, her eyes sparkled mischievously, as she seemed wholly absorbed in teasing The Man playfully.
Eventually, The Man murmured, almost to himself.
“I’m going crazy…”
Then, as if to regain his composure, he delivered a sharp, resounding smack to his own cheek.
Perhaps thanks to the stinging pain, his consciousness fortunately felt clearer once more.
“…? What’s wrong, Mob?”
The Doctor tilted her head, her expression one of pure innocence.
However, the moment The Man’s gaze shifted, the instant the Doctor’s body, glimpsed beyond the casually draped gown, again entered his sight…
…The Man felt his head begin to throb once more.
“Just, just put some clothes on!”
Though The Man, his patience finally exhausted, raised his voice, the Doctor merely let out a soft laugh and hopped onto the sofa.
“I don’t know… Ah, Mob, Mob~ Could you dry this genius Doctor’s hair for me?”
And then, with an innocent laugh, she had the audacity to ask him to dry her hair.
“…Do you not have hands or feet?”
The Man, utterly dumbfounded, asked back with a bewildered expression.
At this, the Doctor puffed out her cheeks and grumbled.
“Ugh… Mob, you sounded just like a mom just now.”
“What ‘mom’? Dry it yourself.”
Though The Man firmly refused, the Doctor slowly turned her head, her expression sullen, and pestered him once more.
“It’s annoying… You dry it, assistant.
This might be the first and last chance for that body of yours, which is no help at all to this genius Doctor, to be of service…”
At her preposterous wording, The Man felt his cheeks flush once more.
“…What kind of talk is that?
Haa, fine.
Fine.
I’ll dry it for you then.”
Given the Doctor’s personality up to this point, it was abundantly clear she would never back down, even if he refused.
Instead, she would stubbornly persist, making a racket until he yielded.
In that case, it was better to simply concede swiftly.
As The Man accepted her proposal, the Doctor, true to form, stretched her arms high above her head and exclaimed joyfully.
“Hooray~!”
Her small hands reached skyward, as if to brush the ceiling, and her long, disheveled hair instantly billowed like waves.
“Heave-ho.”
“Dry it quickly, Mob…”
As The Man retrieved the hairdryer from the room and settled into a position behind the Doctor, she immediately interjected, as if unwilling to miss a beat.
That Doctor, usually so lackadaisical, seemed to grow impatient only in moments like these.
Indeed.
What a troublesome habit.
“Don’t be so demanding.”
“But it’s wet…”
“As if I didn’t know.”
If she was going to complain so much, why didn’t she just dry it herself?
Why drag an innocent person into this mess?
Grumbling, he sat down, and the Doctor’s small back came directly into view.
A dainty back, so compact it would fit entirely within his embrace if he were to wrap his arms around her.
Staring at her, The Man sighed once more.
“Doctor, you… you need to feel a sense of danger.
Something serious might really happen if you keep this up.”
Though his words were a scolding, his gaze inadvertently swept over the Doctor’s body.
‘Before that, I might not be able to control myself.’
Whether she was aware of The Man’s thoughts or not, the Doctor replied with her usual cheerful expression.
“Don’t worry.
Nothing like that will ever happen to this genius Doctor…”
The Man cried out, utterly bewildered.
“So why are you so sure about that?!”
He was genuinely perplexed.
Had she never once truly experienced a crisis in her life?
Or was it simply that she couldn’t perceive a crisis as a crisis?
Shaking his head, he nevertheless turned on the hairdryer and carefully began to dry the Doctor’s hair.
“Oh, it’s warm and nice.
Mob’s touch~ Quite the skill, isn’t it…?”
Her soft, flowing white hair felt as smooth as silk with every touch of his fingertips.
The pervasive scent was, as always, a rich milky fragrance, and the aroma, intensified by the hot air, lingered around The Man’s nostrils.
His head kept growing dizzy, but he endured, painstakingly lifting and drying handfuls of the Doctor’s hair.
By the way, was it just his imagination?
After usually only seeing her unruly, haphazardly scattered hair, looking at it now, moist and neatly arranged…
…it felt somewhat peculiar.
Perhaps a tingling sensation?
‘……’
It was a very difficult-to-describe… pounding sensation.
‘……’
‘……’
“All done.”
“Ohh.
As expected of Mob!”
As soon as her hair was dry, the Doctor threw her arms up and exclaimed.
“Squeaky clean Doctor, reporting for duty…!”
She sprang from her seat, then stood posing as if on a stage, a boastful expression on her face.
At that moment, *ding-dong, ding-dong*.
A sudden alarm blared through the lab.
“…What’s that sound?”
With The Man’s questioning remark as background, the Doctor lightly leaped from the sofa, then pattered over to the computer.
Upon checking the screen, the Doctor’s face immediately contorted.
Her lips twitched, and her cute, plump cheeks wrinkled and sagged.
“Ugh…”
The Man narrowed his eyes at her peculiar reaction and asked.
“Who is it?”
Sighing, the Doctor plopped into a chair, scratching her head as she replied.
“It’s a call from The Boss…”
Her head-shaking clearly conveyed a profound sense of annoyance.
