I Got Reincarnated as a Cultist Mob in an Eroge Full of Maniacs with Death Wishes - Volume 01 by Heaven99

Author:Heaven99
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hanashi Media, LLC
Published: 2025-08-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10: Victims’ Support Group

The next morning.

I woke to the oppressive heat and humidity that clung to my skin like a damp shroud. For a moment, my brain struggled to piece together where I was and why my muscles felt so stiff. I stretched, a reflex born from countless mornings of bleary wakefulness, before the memories of the previous night crashed back into me, sending a sharp chill down my spine.

Instinctively, my hand drifted to my face, rubbing my eyes. My fingers were still there. I flexed my toes. My legs hadn’t been taken either.

I sucked in a sharp breath, the realization settling in. Somehow, I’d survived the night without so much as a scratch.

The source of the warmth pressed tightly against my side quickly became apparent. The slick, feverish heat I had mistaken for the morning’s mugginess was, in fact, the body heat of Joanne, who had managed to remain latched onto me in her sleep. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around my torso, her body curled into mine, her soft breath steady against my collarbone.

I froze, my mind warring with itself. Relief, for the sheer fact that I was alive, clashed violently with a deep, bone-weary dread. Why hasn’t she killed me yet? a bitter voice whispered in my mind. If you’re going to do it, just get it over with.

I flexed a hand, clenching and unclenching my fingers, grounding myself in the small physical comfort that I still had control over my body. My gaze drifted downward, and a new, uncomfortable reality intruded on my thoughts.

It hit me that I had a very real, very immediate problem: morning wood.

I’d heard it said that as long as a man could still get hard in the morning, he had both the physical and mental capacity to keep fighting. If a man lost even that primal reaction, if the body ceased to respond to its most basic urges, that was when he became truly broken, trapped in the deepest circles of hell.

Unfortunately, my currently quite functional morning physiology had placed me in direct precarious contact with Joanne’s soft thigh. I bit back a groan, my pulse quickening as I struggled to ignore the warmth and pressure that only served to make the situation worse.

Chill out. Focus. Escape first, crisis of conscience later.

Summoning every ounce of self-control I could muster, I slowly extracted myself from her grasp, peeling her slender arms away without waking her. Her fingers twitched slightly, her brow furrowing for a moment, but she soon settled back into her rhythmic breathing.

I exhaled, my breath coming out in a shaky whisper. “Phew.”

Had she been even slightly awake, I wouldn’t have made it this far. She was, after all, absurdly quick to react when conscious. But it seemed the comfort of a proper mattress had worked its magic on her as well. For the first time in what felt like ages, I had slept on an actual bed instead of a damp stone floor or a rickety wooden bench, and my body felt lighter for it.

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