Chapter 159 - A Prisoner You Should Let Escape Quickly
When I opened my eyes, what greeted me was a pure white ceiling.
An old fluorescent light was mounted in the center, a red pull cord dangling from it.
Apparently, I was lying on my back.
But the room's interior was completely unfamiliar. A room I didn't know.
...What happened to me?
I raised my upper body and looked over my own form.
There were no particular injuries, and a futon was draped over me from the waist down. Since the floor was lower than I was, I understood I was on a bed.
Judging by how hungry I felt, I seemed to have been sleeping here for quite some time.
But the terrifying thing was, I had almost no memory of what happened before I fell asleep.
Huh, why am I here again?
Who am I, anyway?
"...Good morning, Hero."
As I was searching my sluggish mind for memories, a voice called out from the corner of the room.
When I fearfully turned my face toward the voice, my eyes met those of a girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old.
The girl was seated on a wooden chair, and on her lap rested a triangular hat like a witch's.
"Good morning. Who are you?"
She gave off a somewhat inorganic impression, but she was a lovely girl. Her eyes were large and wide, and her skin was white as snow. Her hair was cut in a shaggy cut trimmed at the shoulders, and its color was blue.
Yes, blue hair.
Judging by her features, she was probably a foreigner, but even so, it was impossible for hair to naturally be this color. She must have deliberately dyed it blue, or else it's a wig. ...She's wearing a robe like a mage's, so maybe she's a cosplayer visiting from abroad. This hair color and costume are probably imitating a magical girl from some anime.
Hey, hey, was I abducted by some mysterious otaku girl?
Just as I was starting to feel a bit uneasy, the girl spoke.
"...I'm Erin."
After stating her name briefly, the girl quietly stood up and placed her hat on the chair.
I'd felt it even when she was sitting, but she was a petite child. She probably wasn't even a hundred and fifty centimeters tall.
"Erin-chan, huh. ...I can't really remember much about myself. I guess this is what they call amnesia."
"...Probably."
"Yeah, thought so..."
"...Don't make that face. I'm with you."
I must have looked terribly dejected, because Erin-chan came right up to my side and held my hand.
It was a white, small, warm hand.
"...I am your wife. So there's nothing to worry about."
"W-Wife?"
An astonishing truth.
Apparently, I was a deviant who married a girl around middle school age.
"Seriously... I was a lolicon..."
"...It's fine, don't worry. I may look like this, but I'm an adult."
"Huh?"
"...That's just my race."
You understand, right? says Erin (since she's my spouse, I'll switch to calling her without an honorific). While staring straight at me with her blue eyes.
Somehow, looking into these eyes gave me the sensation that my thoughts were melting away.
A strange sensation, as if I was being overwritten...
"...That's right. I remember now. You're Erin, your race is mage, and you're my wife."
"...Good. You've finally returned to your old self, Keisuke."
"It's kind of embarrassing when you drop the honorific."
"...There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We're husband and wife."
Erin blushed faintly and threw herself softly against my chest.
It was a small body, one I could barely feel the weight of.
"Am I really your husband? It doesn't feel real somehow."
"...Why do you think that?"
Erin rested her chin on my shoulder and nuzzled her cheek against me affectionately.
"Because I'm pretty sure I liked women with more chest, hair, and height. ...No, I do think Erin is cute, you know? But somehow it feels like you're not my type...?"
"...Keisuke just never realized it himself, but you actually liked young girls. You're a hardcore pedophile. Admit it."
"I really don't wanna admit that..."
Erin seemed to have taken offense, as a slight edge crept into her voice.
Having lost my memories, the only person I could rely on was my wife. Getting into a marital spat right off the bat would be bad.
To soothe Erin, I hugged her tightly and stroked her head. I heard a happy sigh, "Ahh..."
"...I like this..."
"Good. I just had a feeling you would."
Erin's ears quickly turned red.
Though her expressions didn't change much, she might actually have a surprisingly honest personality.
...
Huh?
Wait, isn't she incredibly cute?
I didn't think anything of it until just now, but now that I know she's a married woman, doesn't she seem insanely attractive?
Shall I go for it?
I grabbed Erin by the shoulders and peeled her away from my body.
"?"
And then, without warning, I pressed my lips to hers.
I knocked on the inside of her mouth with my tongue again and again, confirming our marital relationship.
"~~~~~~!??!?!?!?"
Erin's eyes flew wide open, and she pounded on my chest with her fists. But a young girl's slender arms offered no resistance, and she was left futilely having her saliva sucked away.
When your throat is dry, nothing beats sipping a married woman's juice.
Just thinking that she's a woman I've filed marriage papers with in the past makes it feel sweetly seasoned, which is strange. Strange, or maybe I'm just messed up? Well, whatever, Erin's saliva is delicious.
A long, long kiss, easily lasting five minutes.
Eventually, Erin gave up, and when her hands fell limply away, I pulled my lips back.
"...What are you doing?"
"Husband and wife do at least this much, right? You're a married woman, aren't you?"
"...I am, but. Doing this suddenly is troubling."
"You say suddenly, but I've been ready to go for a while now."
"...Ready to go?"
I took off my shirt and tossed it under the bed. Clothes just get in the way of the work about to begin.
"...Keisuke?"
"Right. Before that, bathroom."
Can't do what I want to do with a full bladder, after all.
I got off the bed and wandered unsteadily around the room.
There was a door very close to where Erin had been sitting earlier, but would opening this lead to a bathroom?
Or should I go down the hallway on the opposite side? ...It seems like there's a room over there too, but I can see someone's bare legs, so it's hard to approach.
"Where's the john?"
"...Just outside, down the hallway."
"Ugh, the side where someone's sleeping. Well, whatever, thanks."
I proceeded as directed and quickly finished my business.
On my way back, I casually peeked into the next room and saw a silver-haired white woman sleeping on the floor. She was in her late twenties and quite a beauty.
Both her chest and hips were large.
If anything, this woman was more my type in terms of appearance.
...I hope she's my wife too, I thought, with truly vulgar thoughts, as I returned to the bed where Erin was.
"H-Hey, there's a beautiful woman sleeping in that room over there. Who's that?"
"...Don't praise other women in front of your wife."
"Just tell me. Who is she?"
"...That girl is Philia. ...Um... our daughter."
"Daughter!? She's clearly almost thirty, that one!? How old were we when we had a kid!?"
"...Keisuke was a sex beast who had his first ejaculation as soon as he gained awareness of his surroundings. ...You impregnated me while speaking in unsteady baby talk. ...Do you remember now?"
Erin's blue eyes emitted a strange, wavering power. Looking into these eyes made me want to accept everything she said...
What Erin says is correct... everything...
"Ah, I remember. We had a shotgun wedding when we were three years old, didn't we."
"...Yes. That's fine. We are husband and wife, childhood friends. Philia is our disappointing daughter."
Now that Erin's mood had improved, I immediately broached the subject.
"By the way, can I ask one thing?"
"...What?"
"Looking at your face got me all worked up, so how about we do it once?"
"...Huh?"
"You're my wife, right? It's fine, isn't it?"
"...W-Wait a moment."
Erin was frozen stiff as a stone.
A reaction that made me want to question if she was really a married woman.
"Let's make a second one. Get pregnant."
"...The brainwashing worked too well..."
"Erin?"
"...J-Just wait."
I waited for her reply while stripping off my pants.
As for Erin, she was breathing deeply, her face red.
"...Understood. ...I'll... fulfill my duty as a wife."
"That's what I like to hear."
Since I had permission, I promptly dragged Erin into the bathroom.
However, because Erin started crying partway through, the crucial main event ended before it began.
A conclusion rife with unresolved frustration.
"I don't get it. Why are you reacting like a virgin? Are you really a married woman?"
"...Because Keisuke, you're scary... Why the navel and armpits...? I've never heard of doing it this way..."
"Your tits and ass are too small to be of any use! So I've got no choice but to play with your navel and armpits, right!? Have you no self-awareness of your childlike figure!?"
"...Ugh... hic..."
"Or would you rather skip the play and go straight to the main event?"
"...Th-That would still be better..."
"Fine, fine."
Pulling myself together, I started doing squats.
"Alright, today I'm gonna challenge eight in a row. Elsa always passes out around the seventh time, so I can never break my record. ...Who's Elsa...? Wh-Who the hell am I...?"
"...Are you a hero down to your lower body...?"
Erin's face was pale and she was trembling with fear. The combination of her face, messily wet with tears, and her thin, shaking limbs was like a newborn fawn.
...Something's off.
My interactions with Erin were accompanied by a constant sense of wrongness.
I felt like the woman I loved was taller, with longer hair, and was the kind of woman who would say, "Let's try for ten rounds today, Keisuke!" with a demonic sexual appetite.
And then, a little after that, I think I started living with some even younger girls...
They were incarnations of lust too...
Did I really live with a plain woman like Erin...?