Chapter 186 - Disarmament Treaty
"…Huh, wait… isn't that bad? I mean, everyone's watching, you know?"
"…It's because everyone's watching that I want you to hold me…"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
The atmosphere in the room was finally turning truly awful.
I could feel the silent pressure, as if they were saying, kill that homewrecker.
"Ah, Nakamoto-han. That ain't the attitude of a man who'll hold a girl, don't ya think. C'mon, give her a big squeeze!"
Rebecca circled around behind me and shoved me hard in the back.
The impact sent me toppling over, my body covering Emily's.
"…Ah…"
Emily. Real name, Mitsuko Shibata. Half-American with an American father and Japanese mother, fifteen years old. JC3. Freshness: good.
On top, a thin striped shirt; on bottom, blue suspender pants. The suspenders ran right down the center of her chest, which was, of course, packed tight and pushed out by her bust, looking ready to burst at any moment.
Unmistakably, massive breasts.
This sensation rivaled Philia's. That would put her somewhere in the low 90-centimeter range? It deformed with a squish against my stomach.
The sheer size and texture made me keenly aware of a volume of material that would be impossible for a pure Made-in-Japan product.
"…You really do resemble my father…"
Emily let out a spoiled-sounding voice and wrapped her arms around my back.
An abnormal situation: having pushed a girl down, now being hugged back.
A soft, sweet scent tickled my nostrils, and golden curls gently brushed against my skin.
"…!"
This is bad.
Because I was pressed close against a beautiful girl I'd barely just met, well.
How should I put it…?
I could feel the signs of heat gathering in my lower abdomen.
No good… that, above all, is no good!
At this rate, the Zero fighter in my crotch was going to Pearl Harbor. If I pulled a stunt like that on American breasts, it could escalate into an international incident.
…A way to kill the mood, right now.
Right. I've heard that in times like this, you should picture your mother naked.
In a great panic, I tried to imagine my mom stark naked.
But it instantly transformed into Angelica naked.
Apparently, my brain had already certified Angelica as "Mama" more than my actual birth mother, making it completely counterproductive.
Having mentally replayed the babumi-overflowing nude of a sixteen-year-old beauty, I was now on the verge of becoming a sexual aircraft carrier task force. Left unchecked, I had enough momentum to sink a few battleships.
However, I succeeded in disarmament at the very last moment.
By imagining Producer Kurosawa's filthy naked body, I forcibly suppressed my beastly desires.
Thanks to that, I somehow managed to avoid physically reacting to an innocent young girl.
As expected, peace is best.
Weapons and the like, the fewer the better.
I put on a gentlemanly smile and spoke in a voice as if sexual desire didn't exist.
"Feeling a little better now?"
"…Yes."
I gently stroked the head of Emily, who closed her eyes in rapture.
Having achieved Japanese-American friendship, I felt more at peace than ever before.
Maybe this is what they call fatherhood.
"That's enough now, right?"
I quietly pulled away and helped Emily up.
The girl's cheeks were faintly flushed, and she stared at me without saying a word. Why is it that despite having classically Anglo-Saxon features, every single one of her mannerisms is that of a Yamato Nadeshiko?
Surely, she's just lived in Japan that long. A friend of mine has definitively stated she has an American soldier father—so with that, isn't it impossible for her to be an otherworlder?
If so, are both Emily and Rebecca innocent…?
I observed the two girls' faces alternately.
They didn't look like they were hiding anything.
I don't want to suspect these kids.
As I fell silent, a male staff member burst into the green room.
"Is Nakamoto-san here? I'd like to have a meeting."
Ah, sorry, I said, standing up.
Since I, the MC, had arrived late, there must be various things to communicate.
I started walking toward the exit.
On the way, I passed Rio, who had been left hanging and was breathing heavily.
"…This is bad… not only was I ignored, but I was made to watch as he was stolen from me… I… I'm already…!"
Her eyes were completely gone.
I think I shouldn't touch this.
I ignored the high school girl who was violating not just ordinances but most of the morals in the world, and left the room.
My shoes clicked as I followed the staff member's back.
"Is it going to take long?"
"Quite."
Several hours later.
By the time the long, long meeting ended, the sun had begun to set.
Today's filming was canceled, and the girls had been sent home earlier.
Time was pressing, but given the circumstances, they couldn't really blame me.
Well, improving the MC's image is a good thing in itself, so let's call it even with that—with that one word from Producer Kurosawa, we disbanded.
"…That was a fruitless discussion, though."
I've never worked at a proper company, so I don't really know, but is everywhere like this?
It felt like a repetition of showing off documents and sucking up to whoever had the highest title in the room. No constructive opinions were offered. Productivity felt not just zero, but negative.
I stretched and sluggishly returned to the green room.
The sight of girls filling the room was already gone.
Only Rio stood alone in the center; the other talents all seemed to have gone home.
Where did that spectacle, like a social game gacha box that only ever gives you that one girl, disappear to?
I called out "good work" to the sole remaining sow of a high school girl.
"You're like the character you get in the tutorial. No matter what happens, you can't delete her from the box, y'know?"
"…Welcome back… I, I… I've been waiting in the same pose the whole time… without even going to the restroom, just standing here the whole time… I-isn't that amazing? Isn't that loyal?"
"The way your Affection Level doesn't drop no matter what is done to you is also pretty tutorial-character-like."
Rio looked at me, panting with rough breaths.
She could have sat down to wait, and it would have been fine to go to the restroom, yet she was voluntarily tormenting herself.
"Do you actually enjoy that?"
"…I enjoy it."
"Isn't it tough?"
"…Physically."
Rio fidgeted, rubbing her knees together and twisting her body.
Her urge to urinate was probably nearing its limit.
"Go to the restroom. You'll wet yourself."
"…I was just thinking, y'know. If I wet myself at a TV station, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing? Humiliating? If it got reported nationwide, I think I'd get to taste the ultimate in shame-play."
"Stop it! Your shame is my shame too, you know!? Think about how I'd feel, having my fiancée piss herself!"
"…Nakamoto-san's feelings…? There's no way I could understand the feelings of a sadistic brute like you."
Is that really her image of me? I was stunned.
I had prided myself on being the type who's kind to women. Certainly, if you bullet-pointed only the acts I've committed against Rio and Philia, I might be an arrest-worthy brute, but I don't think I've been enjoying tormenting them.
"…Ah."
"What's up?"
"It's coming out."
Rio shivered with a tremble.
I can't overlook this any longer.
Please, don't enjoy incontinence with the same face as Elsa. The woman I loved wouldn't enjoy urinating. That's not a woman anymore.
"You really are high-maintenance!"
In a great panic, I scooped Rio up. A princess carry. I cast Concealment on both our bodies and headed straight for the restroom.
"Rio! In this case, which is better, the men's room or the women's room!?"
"…The men's room is more embarrassing, so pick that one!"
"Alright, got it!"
I opened the door to the men's room and threw Rio into a stall. Then I closed the door and decided to wait outside.
I would act as lookout.
"Hurry up and finish already—"
"…I have a request."
"What? Don't tell me you want help pulling down your panties? I'm not doing it."
"That's not it. While I'm peeing, I want you to listen closely."
"…Tell me what your aim is."
"My bladder's totally full right now, y'know. I think it's gonna come out a ton. I think it's gonna make a really loud sound. The humiliation I can get from having my loud urination heard is, I think, a pleasure that ascends to heaven. There's no sound princess in the men's room either. You'll be able to hear it loud and clear, right, Nakamoto-san?"
"I'm plugging my ears. I absolutely won't listen."
"Ah, that's cruel, why? Ah, ah, no good, it's already coming out, no, no…! Even though I want you to hear it…! Even though I want Nakamoto-san to hear it… Ah~~~~~~~"
I wonder what's for dinner tonight. While I was thinking about such things, time passed, and eventually the door behind me opened.
"…Isn't Nakamoto-san cold today?"
[Party Member, Rio Saito's Affection Level has increased by 106]
"But this kind of attitude is what you like, right?"
"Yeah!"
She nodded energetically.
With a distant look in my eyes, I led Rio to the washbasins.
"Huh… this place isn't much different from the women's restroom."
Rio looked into the mirror with curiosity as she ran the water and cleaned her hands.
Seeing her repeatedly change the angle at which her face was reflected, she seemed to be checking her makeup and hairstyle too.
"…Hm?"
Then.
I belatedly noticed a change in the message that had crossed my vision earlier.
Rio Saito's Affection Level has increased by 106.
The numerical notation had become slightly better?
Somewhat curious, I took out my smartphone.
The time read '23:91'. Just as I thought. The notation, which had gone wildly haywire after touching Emily, had somewhat improved.
…Why did this happen?
I reflected on my actions up until now.
In the green room, Rebecca had pushed my back, putting me in a state where I was embracing Emily.
I touched Emily again.
Then the numerical notation showed a slight recovery.
"…Is it her?"
Does the notation change, triggered by touching Emily?
If that's the case—
"…I can't believe it. She looks so harmless, though."
Rio raised her face and looked at my eyes through the mirror. A "Hm?" expression.
"What's up? You've got an 'I just realized something' vibe."
"Ah. …I might have narrowed down the culprit."
"For real? That's amazing."
As expected of Nakamoto-san, she smiled at me. Her eyes narrowed, a face of genuine happiness.
"Well, I figured Nakamoto-san would identify them right away. Your tenacity at times like this is pretty intense."
"Thanks. Let's get going, there are things I want to confirm."
"Eh—! I want to fix my makeup!"
Rio put her hands on her hips and turned around, protesting vehemently.
Her light makeup looked perfect no matter how I saw it, and with the quality of her original features, I honestly couldn't tell where she needed to fix anything.
"Is there any need to fix it? You just look like the usual beautiful girl. How would you even adjust it further?"
"Wh-wh-wh-what are you saying all of a sudden?"
"Come on. I'm going. Are you okay with being left behind?"
"…A surprise attack, that's cowardly…"
I practically dragged the bright-red Rio out of the restroom.
The book will be published tomorrow.