Chapter 190 - The Threat is Right There
"I'm home—"
In the end, Rio and I didn't cross any lines or anything, and we quietly returned to the apartment.
After being attacked by a man with a blade, I wasn't in the mood to do something like that.
Rio strongly insisted that it was "no problem at all," but I couldn't bring myself to be enthusiastic about it.
It would be fair to say I returned to my senses.
Rio isn't some SSR idol in a smartphone game. She's a living, breathing girl. It's still too early for sexual intercourse.
I'm being way too reckless, losing the distinction between 2D and 3D—I thought, but couldn't a polygon-model idol be considered 3D in a sense?
Besides, in recent idol-themed games, the voice actresses who perform them are beautiful, and they apparently hold live concerts where they mimic the hairstyles and outfits, which is why they're called 2.5D and such...
Hmm?
Then, if we limit it to idol-themed 2D content, wouldn't it be unnatural to confuse them with 3D humans?
Isn't the Cool-attribute SSR idol, Riho Kagaya, essentially a 3D girl?
"I wasn't wrong about anything. Wanting to have sex because I confused Rio with Riho was a natural phenomenon."
I'm probably wrong in every sense of the word, but ignoring all such logical arguments, I take off my shoes.
Beside me, Rio was pulling her feet out of her loafers.
"...Welcome home."
As I walked down the hallway, I passed Ayako-chan, who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. A peaceful, everyday scene before dinner.
I head toward the living room while staring intently at Ayako-chan's exposed nape, where her hair was tied up.
"Welcome hoooome."
Angelica greets me listlessly while lying on the sofa.
Hey now, aren't you going to give me a passionate "welcome home" where you run up and hug me?
Is this what they call the "lull period"... I feel a twinge of loneliness.
But looking closely, Angelica has sweat on her forehead and looks like she's in pain.
Could she be feeling unwell?
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"...I've been sensing it the whole time."
Angelica says, "Didn't Father notify us via smartphone?"
"I thought it might be lurking around here, so I wanted to be extra cautious."
"I see... So you were doing your best in your own way, Ange."
That explains why she's strangely exhausted.
Relieved that she doesn't even have the energy to hug me, I stroke her head.
"Thanks."
"Funyaaa..."
Angelica narrows her eyes as if it feels good, letting out a limp voice.
This blonde girl loves having her hair tousled by my fingers.
It's like a cat, I think.
"So, how was it? Was there anything dangerous around the apartment?"
"..."
"Ange?"
Don't tell me, is it a bingo?
Did she find a red dot nearby that she thought was Emily or Rebecca, and now she's feeling down?
Angelica doesn't answer, just staring intently at a corner of the room.
"...There certainly was a reddish-black dot inside the apartment, but that is the person currently preparing dinner in the kitchen."
"Ah, Ayako-chan. That's just the usual. Is there no one else?"
"...There was."
"What?"
"Rather than 'there was,' to be precise, it was 'it was there.' Within this very house... it was there."
"What did you say?"
I almost lose my composure.
Had a threat infiltrated the room we are living in?
"I just don't know how to handle it anymore... I thought about consulting Father via email, but if he replies in baby talk again, I'll get horny while reading it and forget my purpose. That's why I decided to tell him verbally once Father gets home."
"A wise decision."
Angelica stands up silently and beckons to me.
"Please follow me. ...This way."
As told, I follow after Angelica.
Even though I should be looking at her back, which is wearing a tube top and hot pants—looking almost like underwear—I feel nothing right now.
"Isn't this... your bedroom?"
"It is."
Worst of all, it seems the enemy has planted something in the girls' room of our house.
My guts boil at this tactic that accurately gouges out my weakness.
...I won't forgive this.
I switch my consciousness to a cold-blooded combat mode and step into the room.
"...Are you prepared?"
"I'm ready anytime."
Angelica nods quietly and thrusts her arm under the bed.
"Hey, is that okay? Touching it so carelessly. What if it explodes?"
"There is no need for that worry. ...However, it might be mentally taxing."
"...Is it a curse or something?"
"You're on the right track."
What Angelica dragged out was a single book.
It had a magnificent leather cover and was quite thick.
"Please try reading it."
I take it from Angelica and immediately try flipping through the pages.
February 21st, Weather: Sunny
Today, I watched the program that Nakamoto-san was appearing in together with Angelica-san.
Nakamoto-san was happy when a certain idol named Juri Tanaka touched his chest.
I wish she would die.
Of course, in this case, the "I wish she would die" is a statement directed at Juri Tanaka.
Because Nakamoto-san and I are in love, there's no way Nakamoto-san would approach a woman like that.
Right?
When I pressed Nakamoto-san about this matter after he returned home,
"I'm fed up with that woman Juri, too. I have a constitution where I can't physiologically accept anyone except black-haired girls who love reading. Look, as proof, hives are breaking out where she touched me."
He said, and began to strip off his clothes. I covered my eyes out of sheer embarrassment.
Then, it seems that gesture lit a fire in the beast inside Nakamoto-san, and I was Raped right there on the spot.
Even though I said no, Nakamoto-san violated me over and over and over again.
I could do nothing but sob and beg for forgiveness. I'm definitely pregnant.
Of course, I have no memory of engaging in such demonic behavior.
Ayako-chan is still a virgin even now.
I took a deep breath once, and then turned the page again.
February 22nd, Weather: Sunny
Daikon was cheap today. It might be good to make oden.
While thinking such things, I returned to the apartment, and Nakamoto-san Raped me.
I'm definitely pregnant.
February 23rd, Weather: Cloudy
Since the weather is bad today, Nakamoto-san Raped me. I'm definitely pregnant.
February 24th, Weather: Rape
When I woke up a tossing and turning Nakamoto-san, I was violently Raped on the spot. I'm definitely pregnant.
Even the weather category has become "Rape." What is this!?
Trembling, I cast my eyes to the next page.
February Rape Day, Weather: Rape
Since Nakamoto-san gave me a morning Rape today, I was in a good mood from the morning.
I've even become able to cook raw fish, which I used to be bad at, and I must say my preparations to become Nakamoto-san's wife are progressing smoothly.
Fish dishes are good. If someone were to sneak ahead and have a relationship with Nakamoto-san, I can punish them by serving them shimisaba with anisakis in it.
Setting that aside, since I was Raped by Nakamoto-san at night too, I'm definitely pregnant.
Why...?
How can she write such delusions...?
What is the point of keeping a diary where the content is 100% made up...!?
With my teeth chattering, I continued to flip through the pages, scanning the parts close to the latest date.
March 24th, Weather: Cloudy
Nakamoto-san is flirting with Rio-san again. -20 points
March 25th, Weather: Cloudy
Nakamoto-san is flirting with Rio-san again. -30 points
March 26th, Weather: Sunny
Nakamoto-san is flirting with Rio-san again. -40 points
March 27th, Weather: Sunny
I pressed my breasts firmly against a newly awakened Nakamoto-san. He was clearly agitated, and it was fun.
It's true that Rio-san's hair is beautiful, but in terms of bust circumference, I'm the clear winner, you know?
He should think very carefully about who deserves to be Raped by Nakamoto-san.
A few minutes later, I followed a suspicious-acting Nakamoto-san as he rushed to the toilet and tried eavesdropping outside the door.
Then, I heard the sound of paper rolling out while he said, "That elasticity is cheating...!"
Thinking this might be it, I entered the toilet immediately after Nakamoto-san left and checked the scent.
...No mistake. Nakamoto-san, he came for me. +400 points
March 28th, Weather: Sunny
While playing with Rio-san's hair, Nakamoto-san gave her a passionate gaze, saying, "She really looks just like Elsa." -200 points
Hey, from March 24th onwards, she's not writing delusions, she's writing facts.
She's even grasping things like that!? While becoming terrified, I simultaneously felt relieved, wondering if the total score was in the positive or if it was safe.
...No, regardless of whether it's safe or not, I don't even know what these points mean.
"Hmm."
I closed the diary and met Angelica's eyes.
"...When I looked at this diary with my sensing skill, it was displayed as a pitch-black dot even though it's not a living thing."
"...I see. ...It has already turned into a cursed book... To think one could imbue that much malice into a non-living object."
"Actually, it's slightly not a non-living thing. Look closely, a Black Cord is being used as a bookmark, right? That's probably made by braiding Father's and Ayako's hair together. Since that's a part derived from humans, in a sense, it's a living thing."
"Hieee!?"
I threw the book to the floor while letting out a scream like a girl.
"F-for now, I understand that I'll have to appease Ayako-chan someday, or it looks like it's going to explode."
"..."
"Ange?"
"I have a thought, though."