Vol. 2 Chapter 1.3

Translated by SoundDestiny Edited by SoundDestiny

“So, after that. My father, at the time of mackereling…… kayu….ku….”

In the middle of her speech, her tone falters and then breaks off.

If I listen it carefully, I can hear her breathing faintly [Suuー Suuー]

Masaki–chan apparently fell asleep.

I let out a breath of [Fuu…..] and stretched out with a giggle and a big stretch.

It was harder than I thought it would be to sit in one place and talk to a girl for a long time. After all, she was talking incessantly, to the point where I thought she would die if I stopped talking to her.

Now, in real time it is morning, and in her experience it is midnight.

I was amazed that she had so much to say, but I could understand how she felt. I guess that’s how anxious she was.

There are no windows or exits in this room and some food is available in the chest. Once we have made our situation clear, there is nothing more we can do but talk about it.

First, we talk about the unusual situation we are in.

Who did this, what is the purpose, and what is going to happen to us?　Can we break down the walls?　Can we speak out and ask for help?　Are the police investigating?

Her view was quite pessimistic and sometimes I felt her voice was moist.

Once the conversation got stuck, she was probably trying to drown her fears. The rest of the time, we talked about other things. I think it was because I tried not to talk too much myself, but she kept talking about herself incessantly.

Psychologically speaking, it seems that in the dark the barrier to [talking] is significantly lowered.

That’s why interrogation rooms and confessional rooms are dimly lit.

And people are made to favour those who listen to them.

That’s why people who are good at talking are more popular than people who are good at listening.

Lili had taught me this, and in order to make her like me as quickly as possible, I forced her to talk, even though she was reserved and quiet.

Not long ago, I would probably have been so happy that I couldn’t stand it.

After all, what she tells me is a lot of private information about her that I have been dying to know. Well, it’s information that doesn’t interest me now.

She was born on 10 October, type O Libra, and has a younger brother in primary school. Her father is a primary school headmaster and her mother is a former nurse. Her favourite foods are peaches and Ikura.

(salmon roe)

Kurosawa-san and her are family friends and have been best friends since kindergarten. Because they grew up like sisters, she is a little dissatisfied that Kurosawa-san always acts like a big sister….and many more.

I think now that if there was a Masaki Haneda cult quiz, I could win it flawlessly.

As I was thinking about this, Lili appeared in the air, glowing with a pale light.

“Good work Devi. For the time being, I’ve pinned up Oppai–chan, Devi.”

Apparently, in Lili’s mind, Masaki-chan = Oppai–chan, and the name has been fixed.

The room becomes somewhat brighter when Lili shows up. The light shone on her breasts, which were glimpsed, and their presence was tremendous. Her boobs could be said to be the main body of the body. Moreover, they are not sagging at that size. They are magnificent rocket tits.

However, her large nipples, which I couldn’t imagine from her childish face, were very indecent and lewd.

“Well then, FumiFumi, get ready to go to school, Devi.”

With her, I can’t go missing too.

Every time Masaki sleeps, I’d pin her down and I go back to my normal life during the day. In this way, the brainwashing is pushed forward, intermittently for me and continuously for her.

“Oh, yeah, can you keep an eye on Kurosawa-san?”

“All good Devi, I’m about to bring her breakfast anyway.”

×××

“Uuu….why won’t you come…..?”

I──Misuzu Kurosawa is about to cry.

Kijima-kun is not coming. He won’t come.

It is dark in the room, but I guess that it is now morning.

I’d been waiting for him the whole day, all day long, all the time, nervous and excited. I thought for sure he would come tonight. He told me he loved me so much. He made me say that I loved him so much.

‘Why didn’t you come?’

I’m getting a bit angry.

When I was puffing my cheeks out, the cosplay woman appeared in mid-air.

“Haaーi. Kurosawa-chan, it’s time for breakfast. Today I went all out and got four slices of bread! It’s a thick slice, Devi.”

Usually six slices, but now it’s four. So she went all out.

“Stingy”

“Whatー!?”

The cosplay girl waves her hands up in the air. This girl  is clearly not cute, but even so, she’s still a valuable person for me to talk to.

“Hey, Kijima-kun, why doesn’t he come over?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he’s having a fling with another woman, Devi?”

“….He is the worstー”

Because how could he be making a move on another girl when he was asking me to be his?

“Ahaha, you’re just a girlfriend pretender Devi!”

“But I am his girlfriend.”

When I said that, for some reason, the cosplay woman made a startled face.

“What’s with that face! Because that’s the only kind of relationship where you have sex while telling each other you love each other! I will never allow him to cheat on me!”

“Kurosawa-chan.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it cheating if Kasuya and FumiFumi are both your boyfriends?”

“I have nothing to be ashamed of. That’s that, that’s this.”

“That is….. that, this is this”

For some reason, the cosplay girl recited in dismay.

×××

After asking Lili to look after Kurosawa-san, I packed up and left the house.

About five houses away, a white sedan is parked along the hedge. If Ryoko is right, it must be Detective Inomoto who is on stake out there.

I feel sorry for making him waste his time. Because he is a good person.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going to let him catch me.

“Good morniー, Fuーmin!”

When I arrived at the school and sat down in my seat, as usual, Fujiwara–san jumped on me in no time.

This has already become a routine, and there is no one to make fun of me now.

“Aa, good morning.”

As I looked around the classroom, returning appropriate greetings, I felt that things looked a little different from usual.

Apparently,Kasuya–kun has not yet arrived today.

Because of this, the top caste members do not gather in one place and chat amongst themselves. It seems that this is what happens when the central figure is absent.

Eventually, when the homeroom started without Kasuya-kun’s arrival, the homeroom teacher, Gorioka, opened the homeroom and announced Masaki-chan’s disappearance.

The classroom is buzzing. I look up and see Fujiwara-san looking at me with a worried face. Pretending not to notice this, I turned my eyes out the window.

This is the second missing person from the same class, and they are best friends. How will it be reported?　How would the police react?

It was fortunate that Ryoko was able to be enslaved, if I can call it that, because of her injuries. The investigation is out of the tube. On top of that, she herself, one of the detectives in charge of this kidnapping case, can prove my alibi. There is nothing to worry about.

Homeroom ended with only an unsettled atmosphere, and the morning classes passed with only a restless air coiled around us.

Then, the lunch break arrived.

Today, too, I went to the rooftop to eat a packed lunch made by Fujiwara-san.

There was shiitake mushroom stew, black beans, lotus root, and squid nuggets. It was very brown and looked like leftover Osechi from the third day of New Year’s. It was a great [I’ll be a good wife] appeal.

(a traditional Japanese New Year’s food)

When I finished my lunch, I squished my chin, and Fujiwara–san said, [Yes, yes, yes] and fell to her thighs. It was like we were a mature couple.

“After dinner, a lap pillow…… Really, I don’t know what kind of comment to make after making you go this far and not be happy……”

“Even if we’re not lovers, you’d still want a lap pillow, right?”

“I don’t!”

When I opened my eyes with her thighs as pillows, I saw a clear blue sky.

Her boobs, which would normally block my view, were as flat as ever in Fujiwara–san’s case, and the blue sky was dazzling to my eyes.

In the distance, the birds singing [chichichi] echoes.

A moment of silence passed, and then Fujiwara–san let out an anxious voice.

“Masaki-chi, they say she’s missing. Hey, Fuーumin……you have nothing to do with it, right?”

“Do you think I have the physical and financial resources to kidnap her?”

“Ahaha, I don’t think so. Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know why I’m so worried about you, Aah–I’m being weird.”

She gave a strong smile, and I raised myself up.

“Nnn!? Nnn……”

I kissed Fujiwara–san.

I honestly don’t know why I did that. It was probably because she looked so anxious and cute, or something like that, but putting it into words instantly makes it sound fake.

I don’t know, but I wanted to kiss her, so I did. That’s all.

I think I was able to do it partly because I was used to girls enough to be able to do that, and partly because I was confident that Fujiwara-san wouldn’t be disgusted by it.

She widened her eyes for a moment, and then looked at me with a look of debauchery. And for quite some time we devoured each other’s lips and tongues, sipping and slurping each other’s saliva.

Eventually, when our lips part, Fujiwara-san opens her mouth, looking awfully dazed.

“Aa,Aree…..Hahaha, hey, something’s wrong. I’ve already sucked your dick. I wonder why I’m so nervous about a kiss after all this time. Hahahaha, that’s weird….”

While I was watching her confused expression, the chime for the end of lunchtime rang.

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