Chapter 7
Can you hear me? This is Mob-Mariko. I'm at the target location. Over.
Do you copy? This is Mob-Mariko. I've just arrived. Listen, don't let your guard down… if you let your guard down… you will die.
I can hear the conversation of soldiers in the battle zone in my brain right now. Amidst a hail of bullets, “I'm going to marry him when this war is over.” Mob-Mariko is saying that. That's a death flag, you idiot! Take those words back now!
At that moment, all that can be heard over the radio is Marieko's “Oh, you! Aaaaah!” Marieko!
Mariko! Mariko! Come in!
…… but all I heard was noise from the radio… Damn, why, why did he do this….
Only I, only I, will definitely survive!
Mariko declared in a loud voice, holding up her gun and exposing her body from the wall to the enemy.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not going to die!
She shouted loudly and fired her gun wildly, but the enemy in front of her sneered at Mariko and opened her mouth.
Come on, come on.”
The bullet hit her in the heart.
Ggghhhh!
Her body collapses, and the gun, which she had not let go of for a moment, easily falls out of her hand and rolls on the ground. The sky was a loathsomely clear sky as I lay back on my back….
It's a beautiful sky… I guess I'm done here. ……
Saying that, Mariko died.
By the hands of the powerful enemy in front of her, Toraga-Sai-Oshi. ……
~END~.
The body is dragged away.
I was dragged to Toramasa's room by Toramasa again today.
I thought I would do my best to walk on my own feet today, but it was no use. My guess was strong, I couldn't win. No, I knew that from the beginning. I knew this was a losing battle. But I thought I had grown up a little, didn't I? You thought you'd grown up a little, didn't you? It was impossible. The very act of trying to go to Toraga's house was too heartbreaking. I would have died instantly.
And the plain clothes, what a cowardly thing to wear. He was dressed in black, the color of his image, and his shirt was buttoned below his collarbone, just below where a woman's cleavage would be visible. I'm going to start stroking your collarbone, it's just too erotic. What's more, those denim jeans are so stylish, I thought I was at the Paris Collection. I could see Paris. You're a heavy billing user, aren't you? Apologize to me, an unpaid player. How much money are you spending on that face and all! …What, it didn't cost you money…? Eh, no money? Eh, eh, you're lying, right?
When I came to the room, Toramasa grabbed my feet, which were about to start the five-body throw just like last time, and easily took off my shoes and carried me to the living room without letting me take time to do the five-body throw.
It was like a parent cat carrying its kittens …… thank you, it was the package that was brought by Kuroneko Yamato courier…. I've come to breathe the freshest, most delicious air anywhere in the world.
When I arrived at the living room, unlike the last time, I was dragged slyly to the sofa and let go of his hand there.
As I remained in a daze, I felt the sofa sink under the weight of someone behind me. Who else but Toraga!
In other words, my current situation is that I am sitting on the floor between Toramasa's legs.
I forgot to breathe because of all the things that were thrown at me from the very beginning.
Well, think about it. We are alone in a room with my guess. And Toramasa's legs are on either side of mine, right? I can't move. I would die if I touched them. I'm sure that I'm happier where I am right now than anyone else in the world. And I'm nervous. I am. I'm just nervous. I want to apologize for yesterday, but I can't find the words.
The TV in front of me is turned on by the remote control in Toramasa's hand, and it is playing a noon program. The announcer was saying, “That cake looks delicious! She was eating a stylish cake while saying, “Wow, it looks delicious. Wow, it looks delicious. No, no, no! Under the current circumstances, I will die soon. I asked a famous fortuneteller to read my deathbed, and he said, “Unfortunately…” My deathbed is so clear. I can't go on like this. I thought strongly between Toraga's legs.
Mission #1: Get away from my guesser's feet.
First of all, this is how to do it. I got on my hands on the floor and sneak away, crawling on all fours so as not to touch the legs on either side. Then I apologize for yesterday's incident from the same distance as before. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
After training it over and over in my brain, I gently put my hands on the floor and moved so as not to make any noise. Gently, gently, gently, that's good, that's good, that's good, that's good. I praised myself in my brain. Toraga's legs, which were on both sides of my body, caught me firmly.
“Why, why, why, why?
I screamed unintentionally. I'm really sorry that I scream whenever I come to this room. And I didn't think I would scream from the very beginning. I would like to bring an apology to the neighbor later.
Toraga's legs caught me and pulled me toward him.
Impossible, impossible, impossible! My feet are alive! My legs are alive! Toramasa's legs are tangled around my girth, fat and exposed, impossible. Huh? I don't understand! (backpedaling) Because there's no way my guesser's legs are entangled in my girth. If I lived a normal life, the mob would never touch my guess's feet! Wow, you can see the muscles in the legs…amazing…erotic…eroticism that you can tell just from the legs…. What is this human body? Is he the god of eroticism? Is it Eros? But I'm glad she has clothes…. I would have died if I had been barefoot.
Why are you trying to run away?
'Because it's impossible! I'm trapped between Toraga-san's legs with Toraga-san behind me, it's not a tiger at the front gate and a wolf at the back gate, it's a god at the back gate with gods on both sides! My heart will burst!
I'm surprised he didn't bite.
“Heh heh, I did my best. No, that's not it.
This cake looks delicious.
“Oh, I thought so. I thought this fruit tart looked really good… please, listen to me…”
The actual tart is a very good one.
But Toramasa was really amazing to handle me in such a splendid way. I was really impressed. So please release me from my feet.
However, no matter how long I waited, Toramasa showed no sign of releasing me from my feet, and I opened my mouth while I was still trapped between his legs.
Um, about yesterday…”
As I said that, the restraints on Toraga's legs became a little tighter. Geez, that's painful.
I apologized on the phone yesterday, but I wanted to apologize in person…I'm sorry about that.”
I bowed my head. I was looking at Toraga's face behind me, but I couldn't turn around, so from the side I looked like I was apologizing to a TV set.
The silence continues for a while. All I could hear was the sound from the TV. The silence was so heavy that I wanted to run away. But in my head, a boy from a famous cartoon was calling out to me, “Don't run away. Yes, I mustn't run away. I decided to apologize properly.
I put all my strength into my hands and waited for Toraga's words.
You know…”
I was angry at him for not talking to other men.
You don't get angry when you're told not to talk to other men?
Yes?
For a moment, I didn't understand the meaning of the question, so I answered in a questioning tone.
Why do you accept such a simple request from someone who is not even your boyfriend?
“Well, I'm sure that what Toramasa-san says is absolute.”
Are you an idiot?
He's an idiot. Toramasa-san is an idiot.
You never say anything to me, and I just accept it.
It's outrageous for me to say anything to Toramasa-san!
I'm not going to say anything to Toraga-san!
Ignoring the pain in my chest.
I don't want to say anything. I won't say it.
You really look like an idiot.
“I'm fine with stupid.”
At that moment, the restraints on Toraga's legs were removed.
I was relieved when Toraga's hands were placed on my shoulders and he pulled me back. Caught completely off guard, I easily fell backwards.
In other words, I was leaning against Toraga, who was sitting on the sofa behind me. My face naturally turned upward due to my slanting fall. And my eyes caught Toraga's face peering at me from above.
For a moment I froze, not knowing what had just happened, but soon my brain processed the current situation and all the blood rushed to my face. My face was hot as if on fire.
'Eh, eh? ……E!”
The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're doing. The most important thing to remember is that you can't just take a look at the pictures. Ugh, my neck! My neck hurts!
As I was looking up with my body at an angle, Toraga's face was close to mine.
Time, time! Wait, time, stop. I'll let you save it and adjust my breathing. Oh, there's no save…this is real…oh, wait, what's going on, what's going on all of a sudden, Toraga? Why, my face, you're so close, I can't! Wow, your eyes are so beautiful…I really like your face…I like your face…strike that…I like it…not…what, what is this situation? Is it reward time? Or is this a surprise? Someone is coming into your room with a placard!
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh! I can't do this anymore, I swear! My heart hurts! Tears are spontaneously overflowing, she said. Pieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I was crying while looking up. But Toraga looked at me without any reaction, as if he had expected such a situation. No, to be precise, he was looking into my eyes.
I think it's been a while since I've seen Toraga's face this closely. And the distance between our faces was closer than ever before.
Toraga opened his mouth while looking into my eyes.
Even if I know how you feel and I'm taking advantage of it?”
Toraya's voice sounded somewhat weak as he said this with a troubled, sad look on his face.
I continued to look into Toraga's eyes as he said that with my eyes wide open. Normally, I would be embarrassed and afraid to look into Toraga's eyes, and I would immediately shift my gaze because I liked him too much, but for some reason, I could not shift my gaze at this time. Her beautiful gray eyes were staring at me. I looked back at them as if I were looking at a jewel or a glass ball, rather than recognizing them as eyes.
I somehow understood. Why did she say that? Why was he looking into my eyes?
Toramasa had never been looked at by his parents. That's why he wants me by his side, the one who looks at him and gives him unconditional love. He wants to feel that he is loved. He doesn't want someone else to steal my jealousy and my eyes that only look at Toraga. He is afraid that someone else will steal me. He is afraid that someone else will take my eyes off of him, and he gets angry at me like a child who gets angry when his things are about to be stolen from him.
There is no love in Toraga's eyes.
I reached out with both hands and gently touched Toraya's cheeks.
If that's how I can stay by your side.
I gave him a lame smile.
Even if Toramasa has no romantic feelings for me, I don't care. I am fine with that, as long as I can heal Toramasa's heart by being a link to someone else. If you want to feel that I exist, I will call your name as many times as you want. Even if Toramasa does not call my name, I will continue to call his name.
Toraya's face is distorted with pain.
His face is so close to mine that his forehead meets mine.
Our foreheads are perfectly aligned, as if we are measuring our fever. I could feel Toramasa's body heat. That alone was enough to fill me up.
I love you. I love you, Toramasa. I love you more than anyone else in the world. I am happy just because you are here. Thank you for giving me happiness. I will always love you.”
Even if I don't have Toramasa's love, that's fine. I am happy to be able to see Toramasa, to exchange words with him, and to whisper my love to him.
Toraga's fans will say, “That's not fair. I'm sorry, it's not fair. I'm sorry, it's not fair. But when I see Toraga, I can't help whispering my love to him. I really love him. I love him so much. I love him so much that I can't think of anything else but Toraga.
I don't care if you don't respond to my feelings. But I want him to know how much I love him. It's my ego.
–I wonder how much time passed with the sound of the TV as background music. Suddenly, Toramasa moved. His forehead, which had been attached to mine, separated, and the cool air caressed the spot where we had been touching.
As if to match the movement, I removed my hand from Toraya's cheek.
I knew you were a strange woman after all.”
Toraya said with a troubled look and a smile on his face.
I was only for you, Toraga.”
I returned with a smile on my mouth.
The restraints on Toraya's hands were removed and his face was free. The slight warmth of Torayaga's body heat on my skin reminded me that he had touched me just a few moments ago, and I felt lonely. But I didn't say that I missed him or that I wanted to touch him more.
Instead, I stood up and sat down on the sofa a little distance away from Toraga. Even though I had put some distance between us, I could still reach him if I reached out my hand.
When I looked at Toraga, he looked a little surprised and then smiled.
I was so happy to see him smile that I naturally smiled back at him.
I can't look him in the eye, can I?
I sacrificed my heart. It will take time for the heart to recover.
What the hell is that?
Do you have any idea how much strain you put on my heart? My heart is in shreds.
I can't see it, so I don't know.
“Look with the eyes of your heart…. Then you will see that my heart is cracked…
Impossible.
I love how you answered right away, Toraga-san.
We continue our conversation as if forgetting about what just happened while turning our faces to the TV.
I don't remember most of what we talked about because we were talking about whatever came to mind. But I do remember that we had a good time even though we were talking like that. Talking with Toramasa is fun no matter what the topic. Conversations with people I like are fun.
I wish this time would last forever, but it doesn't.
As time goes by, the conversation becomes less and less, and the words stop so naturally that I think the conversation should have stopped here.
Silence falls, but it is not an awkward silence.
Toraga is playing with his cell phone, and I am on the sofa, holding my knees and watching TV. I felt most comfortable in this position.
The TV had just finished a special on sweets, and now it was on the news, with a male announcer talking about today's incident with a serious expression on his face.
The news changes one after another. I listened to the news, wrinkling my brow at the lack of good news, and when the news report ended, the weather forecast came on and I relaxed my tense body a little.
The weather at the end of the week was filled with mostly sunny spells, and I thought to myself, “The rainy season is about to end.
When the rainy season ends, summer will arrive. Summer means summer vacation. Before that, I have to take the final exam, but I've given up on the test. I'll do my best by soaking myself in them overnight. I'm not very smart.
Speaking of summer vacation, there are events in the game.
Summer festival, the sea, and Toramasa's birthday.
When the main character invites the attacked character to a summer festival, a triangle event occurs and the three of them go to the summer festival. However, the character with the lowest likability among the three will have something to do on the way home, and the two will spend the fireworks alone.
In the ocean, the love triangle event does not occur, and the two can spend time alone with the character they are trying to conquer.
I often refer to this as a love triangle event, but in fact, the first half of this period is not even a love triangle yet. Right now, all three are stuck as friends.
It will not become a full-fledged love triangle until fall, after the sports festival in September.
By then, I must do everything in my power to increase the likability of the characters. If the likability of the character you want to capture does not reach the target by the time of the Sports Festival, you will face the normal ending of the friendship between the three or the tragic love ending. The romance is not over until after the gymnasium is over.
The only way to raise the likability is to avoid making the wrong conversation choices, but is Hanamiya-san, who is alive right now, going to be okay? I wonder whose likability he is raising…. Is it still Toraga or Ki-kun?
Thinking this, I stole a glance at Toramasa sitting next to me.
The profile of his serious expression as he stared at the phone was beautiful and really cool. Even if that serious expression is a face that is worried about a cell phone game, it is still the best looking face I have ever seen. It makes me swoon. Such a good-looking person is really alive, isn't he? It's amazing. I wonder what Toramiya is talking about with Hanamiya-san. I'm sure he hasn't shown his smile yet, but I wonder if things are really going according to the game. When I see him actually living, I wonder if it's somehow different from the game.
But first, Hanamiya-san went to the rooftop just like in the game… I wonder if it is still proceeding as in the game.
I don't know what Hanamiya-san is doing, since I don't have any contact with her. I wonder what she is doing now…. I thought about talking to her a little bit, but I was sure she would be confused if I talked to her.
Thinking about it, I let out a breath and buried my face in my knees. I let out a breath and buried my face in my knees.
Various thoughts flooded my mind one after another.
I couldn't help but feel depressed when I thought about Hanamiya-san. It's no use, I'm good at being high-spirited.
Look, just think about it. Right now I'm sitting on the same sofa as Toramasa, next to him, in his room, breathing the same air as him. Isn't that great! I'm so happy to be able to spend time with the person I love! What more do you want? I don't want anything more. Because I am so happy.
At that moment, I felt Toraga's hand on my head.
His large, gentle hand gently stroked the shape of my head.
I wanted to look up, but I could not.
I didn't want Toramasa to see my tears streaming down my face. I didn't want him to realize that I was crying.
Toramasa knew that I was crying in a hushed voice.
Why am I crying?
I asked myself that question, but I knew that I was crying. I knew it, but I didn't want to admit it.
It must be because Toramasa's hands are gentle. That's why I'm crying. That was my excuse.
The only sounds in the room were the TV, my inevitable voice leaking out, and the sound of sniffling.
