Chapter 266 - No Longer Human
That night.
As I was sandwiched between Philia and Ayako-chan on the bed, my limbs locked in by their breasts and thighs, my neck being sucked with a chuu chuu sound while I breathed in my sleep, I felt a presence near my pillow.
"...Mano-chan, is that you?"
What's wrong at this hour? I asked, forcing a gentle tone.
Since Mano-chan had nowhere to go, I decided to let her stay at my house tonight, but I hadn't obtained permission from the crucial guardian. There was no way I could get it.
So if her parents reported it, kidnapping charges would easily hold.
The lie Mano-chan sent to her father earlier, "I'm staying at a hotel alone tonight," was barely supporting my social life on a razor's edge.
If by any chance Mano-chan got upset and tipped someone off, saying, "Hello, is this Weekly Bunshu? I stayed at Keisuke Nakamoto-san's house," my life would be over.
Since no one wants such a tragedy, I've been treating Mano-chan kindly, but...
"Are you crying?"
"..."
Mano-chan just sniffled noisily and didn't answer anything.
Why? Why is that?
I have absolutely no idea what young girls are thinking.
Mano-chan is a JC.
She likes me.
And right now, I'm snoring while tangled lewdly with two women.
What part of this situation has an element that would make a girl cry...?
I seriously don't get it. The female heart is a mystery. Maybe she's hungry?
"Want some late-night snacks?"
"Where and how do you have to glitch to reach that conclusion?"
Mano-chan retorted in a sulky voice.
"I think you're past being dense, you're just insane."
Even if she says that, what can I do.
My psyche has been cracked and fractured from repeated battles. And on top of that, the potent drug of Angelica's motherhood was poured into those cracks. If you pour breast milk into a cracked suit of armor, it becomes baby gear in the shape of protective equipment.
On top of that, Rio, Ayako-chan, Philia, and Erin have also joined the battle for me, so there's no way I can maintain normal judgment. There are rare moments when I think, "Hey, am I not acting weird?" but immediately someone's pressed-up breasts or butt shatters my ability to think.
In short, I've been corrupted into pleasure by the girls.
I am the true victim of sexual victimhood.
If I sued, wouldn't I get money?
When I voiced such a sophistry, Mano-chan started crying even harder.
"...H-how cruel... so the women here are forcing themselves on Nakamoto-san, who doesn't want it, and doing... d-dirty things to him?"
No, it's not like I don't want it, though.
Rather, the problem is that I don't dislike it.
Every time I get lovey-dovey with Angelica and the others, the morals inside me die. That irreversible feeling is both terrifying and delightful.
It could be called a forbidden pleasure, close to wasteful spending or binge eating and drinking.
Well, since Mano-chan is giving me a convenient interpretation, I'll just let her cry.
I don't really understand it, but it seems that when women cry or vent their complaints, they fall into a state as if the problem has been solved.
So if someone starts crying in front of me, it's best to just let them cry as much as they want.
And then, when the heat has cooled down, if you pile on with, "Sorry for making you make that face," "It's my fault," "You're the one I love most," "Can I touch your boobs?" you might be able to cop a feel as part of making up.
Because I've been bringing women home almost every day lately, there's a different woman crying in the house each day, but this is how I resolve it.
Sandwiched between Philia and Ayako-chan, I whispered.
"Mano-chan... sorry for making you make that face."
"..."
"It's my fault."
"...You finally get it?"
"You're the one I love most, you know."
"W-what are you saying!?"
"Go to sleep now. Staying up late is bad for a middle schooler."
Fortunately, I still have enough reason left not to ask an active JC for a boob touch. It feels like it's the bare minimum of human reason, on the level of "don't eat corpses" or "don't walk naked in the street," but it's there, and that's what matters.
"For now, let's call a truce until morning."
"Thanks. ...Good night."
"Good night."
After confirming Mano-chan's presence had moved away, I returned to the task of groping Philia and Ayako-chan.
While sucking on Philia's lips, I stroked Ayako-chan's hair.
It's not like I'm doing this because I want to.
These two are genuinely dangerous people, and if I don't pamper them regularly, they start saying things that hint at murder.
So getting lovey-dovey with them is, in terms of feeling, close to shooting a tranquilizer dart at a wild beast.
By fondling the bodies of a G-cup beauty and an E-cup beauty, I protect the lives of the neighborhood residents. Rounding that off, it's probably completely justified.