Mob Yandere

[Part 6/7]

It wasn't the main reason, but it was a fact. In an already precarious situation, it was not possible to bear the additional hatred from anyone other than the couple. Above all, I had to step back and show loyalty to the Onitsuki family.

"Is that so? ...Jealousy in men is unsightly, isn't it?"

"I will refrain from answering."

Eloquence is silver, silence is golden. There are ears on the wall and eyes on the shoji paper door. Speaking ill of others is not something to blabber about. You'll be caught. Please, I beg you, improve your mood.

"I'm not angry about that anymore. ...Oh, that's right! Since we're here, why not stay overnight?"

"Stay?"

"Yes. If you like, I can also arrange for a few others to groom themselves."

At the casual proposal spoken with a cute face by the girl, I now twisted my expression. Reflecting on the aspects I've seen since coming here, I confirm.

"...I thought there were many other maids, but were they also intended for such 'entertainment'?"

Well, they were all bought, and there should be some who try to escape. Considering the setting of the original Kayo, it was a rather grim fate.

"?, It's not an unusual story, is it?"

"I understand. I have no intention of blaming."

To Kayo, who tilts her head and makes a curious face, I give a preamble. That's right. I won't blame. Past life and present life are different. It's a different culture, customs, and common sense.

Anyway, no matter what I say, the world won't change. Even if she doesn't buy, they'll likely have a similar fate under another buyer. It's undoubtedly somewhat better than being sold to a red-light district and worn down. However, feelings are a different matter, and it wasn't something I could remain silent about.

"...There have been cases like this before. Please refrain from overusing it, at the very least. Karma comes around, you know."

"When you curse someone, you dig two graves. Pride goes before a fall. Cause and effect, I understand. I've had my share of experiences too."

"Well..."

Upon hearing Kayo's self-deprecating remarks, I was bewildered, feeling like a fool. Observing my reaction, the Nanban girl laughed cheerfully.

"I'm not really bothered, so it's okay. As a fellow woman, I hope they can be happy too. I'll refrain from using force and try to be considerate to make it as painless as possible. I'm fully prepared for aftercare!"

"Oh, is that so..."

I tentatively accepted Kayo's words and decided not to delve further. After all, I am just an outsider and haven't contributed a single penny to her shopping. Making her utter those words was already a bold move. Considering my position, I backed off. However...

"Unfortunately, I have plans, so staying overnight is a bit..."

"That's a shame..."

Kayo sighed deeply at my response. However, the merchant didn't give up, as things don't happen in vain.

"Yes! Even if you're not staying overnight, please let me treat you to dinner."

"...Actually, you've already prepared it, right?"

"That's correct!"

"...Well, I guess there's no helping it."

I had no choice but to agree. One cannot be indifferent to food, especially coming from someone who knows hunger.

"Hehehe!! Well then!! Everyone, please bring it quickly!!"

Kayo, who had achieved victory, clapped her hands, and the maids who had been waiting opened the sliding paper door. They approached carrying dishes, bowing respectfully and arranging the meal. A Western-style Chinese-style arranged banquet was laid out for the two of us.

"Is the seat next to you acceptable?"

"What happens if I refuse?"

"I'll cry!"

"Are you a child?"

I sarcastically interjected, but then I remembered that she was indeed still a child. It struck me twice as absurd. And if it follows the original story, this girl in front of me is crying every night at this age.

"Is something the matter?"

"...May I ask for a drink?"

"Of course!"

When Kayo looked at me seriously and asked, I casually requested a pour, avoiding eye contact. The girl with honey-colored hair smiled and gladly complied. Nearby, music played.

At least around her, things seemed to be better than in the original story. At least, that's what I thought for now.

I wanted to believe that my presence was one of the few instances where fate took a turn for the better.

"Oh, right. Let's get straight to it then... I heard a story from my father; it seems there's some commotion at Mt. Anma."

After sipping from the cup, and offering the second in a hurry due to its deliciousness, the young lady whispered. I shifted my gaze from the cup to Kayo.

"Anma, is it? If I recall correctly..."

"Yes. Right now, the city has many exorcists and warriors stationed there. Perhaps... it's possible. It might be wise to procure the necessary items before prices go up, don't you think?"

Whispers circulate as Kayo boasts. I hesitated, wearing a solemn expression. Anma, Anma. In the original work... no, sticking to the original is impossible now. I grasp that. However, how should I handle it?

"..."

Sipping the second sake cup, I pondered. Despite accepting it myself, I couldn't quite bring myself to reach for the meal in front of me. It's troublesome.

"Tomobe-san?"

"Well, the story just now was quite interesting. Thank you. I appreciate it."

I smiled at Kayo, who tilted her head in confusion. Smiling, I reached for a bowl with chopsticks. It's a rare meal. I couldn't afford not to eat it. I forcefully swallowed it down.

"Oh, right. I had a good imported sake for this occasion!"

After a brief silence, Kayo stood up and said that. She moved behind me. The sound of pulling a shelf was heard.

"Let's see. Which one was it? Oh, this one..."

After a while, there were sounds, and the presence of someone standing behind me. Nanban lady presented a Western bottle, showing off the label to the guest. A top-quality wine.

...Simultaneously, she delicately placed slender fingers resembling white fish on her back, indicating the characters.

"How is it? A sip of sake? Perhaps the chopsticks will go well with a different drink? ... There's another bottle, please pass it on to the head of your family and his madam."

"..."

With a bright tone, while speaking confidently, slender arms slithered around her neck as if avoiding the line of sight. With alluring gestures, she transcribed characters onto a firm chest, subtly revealing the heiress's will and intentions.

"Do you find it to your liking?"

"...W-well, let me express my gratitude for your kindness."

In response to the sweet whispering voice near my ear, I deliberately maintained composure and replied.

Contemplating the consequences of my sudden actions, I stored them in my heart. I sincerely thought it was better not to turn around...

* * *

She had been ordered to be suspended. Cleansing her body soiled with mud, dust, and sweat in the underground, she adorned herself in clean, new attire. Then, in the room assigned to her, she crawled into the futon. And there... she was writhing.

"~~~!!?"

The sweat soaked into the brand-new pajamas she went through the trouble of getting. With ragged breaths, she stifled the moans. Hoo, hoo, her breaths escaped. She reached the peak. Everything in her head burst. Convulsions, stiffness, and then relaxation...

"Ah..."

In the first experience, she was intoxicated with a sense of floating and satisfaction. Simultaneously, what followed was emptiness and sadness.

Almost instinctively, she sought the first comfort. The other party wasn't present in this place. She endured that fact, embracing the pillow. She withdrew her fingers, previously submerged between her thighs, sneaking them into her damp attire. Grasping her chest, kneading and twisting.

"Mm, haa..."

She keeps thinking. Over and over again, her mind is focused on someone whose face she doesn't even know.

The body that peeked through the scorched attire was covered in scars she had never seen before, and it was also unbelievably well-trained. If touched, it would surely feel like iron. The strength must be such that she wouldn't be able to resist even a bit.

"Haa, nn...!"

That person must trained diligently. Surely, he must have sweated a lot. If embraced and crushed, she would surely be filled with his scent and drown.