Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 2 Chapter 7

In a dreamlike state, I stood in a daze, looking down at a woman lying on the bed.

Oliver...

She said, but I couldn't see her face. Her body was shrouded in darkness, yet it was clear she was a woman.

Oliver... More...

That moment — I opened my eyes in the morning, still trying to remember the remnants of that inappropriate dream. However, before I could fully recollect — sharp pain shot through my back, followed by a wave of sobriety.

"I went overboard last night," I muttered, wincing as I tried to sit up. "What happened anyway?" My memory was hazy. I recalled Mila entering my room, dancing, drinking... and then, nothing — can't remember afterwards.

"Fuck, my head," I groaned, rubbing my temples. A churning sensation in my stomach quickly followed. "Bler—ugh!" I vomited onto the bed, narrowly missing my pillow. "Gross." The smell of wine, sweat, and vomit filled the room, making it even harder to think clearly.

Trying to piece together the events of the previous night, I glanced around the room, noticing the mess. My clothes were scattered, and the bed was in disarray. It felt like something had happened, but the details were frustratingly out of reach.

I forced myself to stand, my body protesting every movement. "I need to clean up," I muttered, looking for something to clean the mess. My mind kept drifting back to the woman in my dream, and the realization that the line between dream and reality had blurred. As I grabbed something from the bedsheets, my hand closed around a delicate piece of fabric. "Lingerie?" I uttered. Holy shit, that wasn't a dream?!

I glanced back and forth, the surrounding disheveled room suddenly taking on a new, more alarming context. The smell of sweat and something very manly. "Something happened," I said aloud, pausing. "Did something happen between Mila and me?"

I contemplated the situation, my mind racing to fill in the blanks. The last thing I remembered was drinking with Mila, her smile. But after that, everything was a blur.

"Fuck, I hate overthinking but what the fuck is happening?" I murmured, scanning the room once more. Ian and the other escorts would have stopped anything from happening between us, and her vassals would have intervened. If something had happened, they would have heard or realized and smelled that something indecent and scandalous was going on. So, it couldn't have been Mila.

Unless...they did something to make Ian and the others stop from entering or intervening, which seemed impossible. I had clearly ordered them to not let anyone in unless I ordered it, and they knew to immediately enter if something happened. Including this scenario.

So, who was that?

I needed to figure this out. First, I had to get rid of the evidence and clean up. I started gathering the scattered clothes and tossed the lingerie into the laundry bin. As I tidied up and do quick shower. The smell of sweat and the memory of the dream—no, it wasn't a dream—kept haunting me.

"Ian," I called out, hoping he might provide some clarity.

Ian entered the room, his expression as stoic as ever. "Yes, Mr. President?"

"Do you know what happened last night after the party?" I asked.

Ian shook his head. "I followed your orders, sir. No one entered the room after you and Lady Mila went in. We ensured your privacy."

"Did you hear anything unusual?" I probed further, my mind grasping at straws.

Ian hesitated for a moment. "There were some noises, but we assumed it was part of the celebration. No one dared to interrupt, as per your instructions."