Chapter 91 – A Snowball Rolled by Indifference
“…Awesome, Dad.”
The mask that temporarily borrowed Harumu’s body and voice spoke.
“Dives into the pain and loneliness of a woman not loved by her own parents.
Thanks to you, I have less work to do. This woman, she already has her heart full of love for her father.”
“…That’s true, but could you please stop saying it too openly?”
I poked his head and shook my head at the words of the mask that seemed to be lost in thought.
It may not be persuasive, but the plan I originally drew was completely different from this.
As originally planned, after using Natsuki Hana’s body to infiltrate the Yumekawa family and the Japanese branch,
If I judged that Agents Yumekawa Harumu would pose a threat to me, I would make her a saint.
If I succeeded, I would have been able to get information about the Japanese branch and the mask, like Isabel.
But my plan went off track.
As for the first variable, ‘Yumekawa Harumu’ wasn’t as dangerous as I was worried about.
The attendant next to him was just a crazy Reds with a sudden rash,
Come to think of it, Harumu didn’t threaten me, she only apologized sincerely.
Even so, when she watched from the side, she was just a lonely girl with a lack of affection, and Harumu had been taken advantage of.
The second variable is, of course, the betrayal of the mask, I didn’t believe it from the beginning, but I didn’t know that it would hit me at this timing.
It must mean that you are closer to what you want, and it will mean that you do not need my help.
What the mask wants is a strong desire and a body that can be created with that desire.
Doesn’t the fact that I abandoned me, who had been sucking it up so far, mean that there is another mask around here?
“… That’s what her dad is thinking. It’s what remains in the memory of this woman named Harumu.
My father’s ex-wife muttered in front of Harumu something like ‘the position of the mask’.”
“…Ex-wife? Are you talking about that mask?”
“Yeah. That’s why I was born because I betrayed my dad, right? Then, in a sense, my mom…”
“You can become a writer later.”
I think of a new mask that likes to unfold its own worldview with a slightly fierce voice and erratic gestures.
Then, in this mansion alone, there are three ‘Japanese masks’, a ‘Korean mask’ that betrayed me, and a ‘space mask’ that I made?
“Cosmic mask, don’t call me that, give me a name too.”
“…If it’s all over, I’ll attach it to you when it’s over.”
I answer with a sigh at the blank, slow voice of the mask that continues to penetrate my thoughts.
Anyway… For now, I have to focus on ‘why is there a Japanese mask in this mansion’.
Why is the mask said to have been confirmed by the Japanese branch in a mansion where a total of three people, one former agent and two current agents, live?
That’s strange, but who is the owner of the mask? Although suspicious, it wasn’t Yumekawa and Kaede.
In the first place, since women cannot be owners, they are not the staff, cleaners, or attendants living in this mansion.
If only we could know the identity and location of the owner of the Japanese mask, we could avoid a useless power struggle with a Korean mask…
Let’s keep thinking about this, and the third variable is Yumekawa Kaede.
She thought that Harumu should not be returned to her arms, so she made Harumu her saintess.
I wanted to leave her at least the option of letting her find her true love,
Kaede, whom she had only known for a few minutes, was not a woman who would easily let go of Harumu, the best sword she had forged.
What is the interest and love for her daughter? After hard training and injecting the characters of the mask, she is unable to do so, and the one who took her eyes was the author called her mother.
She knows that my ways are never right. Still, I have the confidence to treat Harumu as a person.
“I made this kid’s dick stiff inside… It’s not cool to say that, Dad.”
“You be quiet. Please.”
“…Just kidding. Be confident because I think Dad was right.
The mask that inspired this child with text seems to have met a rather unusual owner.
If Dad had left it alone, this child would have been killed by the owner of the mask before long.”
I raised her body that was spread out on her bed and grabbed Harumu’s small shoulders with both hands.
“Do you know who the owner of the Japanese mask is?”
“No, that person is hiding behind a barrier created by a mask.
I just said it because there is another big desire around here besides my dad.”
If it’s ‘a lot of barriers’, it seems that Jaehyuk said the day I met Isabelle and Noah…
No, do you have another desire bigger than that?
“…This desire… Is called ‘recognition desire’.”
“…A need for recognition? What is that…”
“Dad, there are more people out there!”
The moment I tried to ask the mask looking around blankly if he felt something,
Noah, who had opened her curtains slightly and was looking out of her window, smiled brightly at the sun and reported it.
It can only be.
The mansion collapsed because of the Korean mask and the chaos between Isabel and Noah, who became saints of that guy.
Although the building did not sink, the ceiling on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor collapsed.
Besides, it’s probably not that Harumu didn’t have eyes to see while blocking the two with a Korean mask.
The owner of this mansion is a former agent and the first daughter-in-law of Haru Pharma, Kaedera people are bound to be crowded.
It’s been about 30 minutes since the collapse, so reporters and agents must be all over the place.
But I can’t go out carelessly.
The ‘owner of the Japanese mask’ that my mask just talked about could also be looking for me,
The agents on the outside probably already know that Isabelle is a saint.
Isabelle, a celebrity in the gang, flapped her black wings and smashed the building in half, but who doesn’t know?
If it goes on like this, it will definitely attract the attention of the owner of the Japanese mask and the agents of the Special Countermeasures Unit.
Besides, if I’m not lucky, the mask that hit me in the head might come at once.
“…For now, Isabelle and Noah wait in this room.”
It is an unavoidable choice.
The bed of desire is a space created by Korean masks.
You can’t hide in the space created by the mask of betrayal, and Isabelle is under suspicion.
However, the spirits of the two have regressed to children and cannot expect great power.
As it is, we all hide in this room together, aiming for one side first rather than being attacked.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s Yumekawa Kaede, a Japanese mask and its owner, or a Korean mask.
I have to expand the breathing space by striking the side that is most likely to be hostile to me first.
With minimal power, without damage, quickly and reliably.
Then, at this moment, the only force capable of making a breakthrough is—
“There is only Harumu.”
Harumu tilted his head, looking into the eyes of the masked Harumu.
We must hurry up and complete Harumu’s sainthood.
I let go of my hand holding Harumu’s shoulder while wiping the sweat.
Then, if you stop your slowly lowering hands and pinch both of Harumu’s nipples—
“Yeah…♡ Daddy, you tortured Yudu so much. I feel sorry for the kid named Harumu…
My dad has become a body that will go away as soon as he touches his nipples, so he seems to be satisfied, but…”
Harumu’s vagina wriggled to climax, a strange sensation felt inside.
If you pour semen on the body of Harumu, who has already become a saint, it will be complete.
“…Shall we finish what we were doing earlier? What Harumu tried to do earlier, you do it instead.”
“…I made my daughter do this. Daddy is anti-human scum.”
“…How come your vocabulary seems to be getting bigger and bigger?”
While grunting, the tentacles inside her pussy wriggled, and the mask and Harumu’s body began to shake themselves.
She beats her heart in a situation full of romance that she will have her own escort warrior in a little while,
I also moved to spray her love and semen into her womb with her who wanted her pure love.
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“Aaaaa!!”
“Kaede-sama, stop…!
“Where do you dare to raise your hand?! Even if you guys died, Harumu should have been saved!!”
Inside the tent standing at the site of the collapse of the mansion, I look at the woman who runs amok with a red face.
Throwing objects and spattering them in anger, the violence of slapping the cheek of a nurse drying herself.
A woman like that is my mother. My mother whom I admired and desired so much. That ugly old man…
“Even if you all die, Harumu should have been saved, you guys should have searched!!
I dedicated my whole life to making that child…! I changed my honor, my life!
But what? What do you say when you bring one of Harumu’s name tags? ‘I’m sorry’? Don’t bullshit!!”
It’s my mother
“Okay, bring Harumu to me right now.
I let go of the bluff and follow my mother to the bedroom in the tent.
When I was young, my mother was kind and warm.
I really liked that kind of mother. She loved it when her mother stroked me.
Her father, her grandfather, and Harumu took that mother away from me.
I hated my mother who put her life and death on Harumu’s ‘education’. I hated Harumu for stealing all her mother’s attention.
Mother, mother is my mother
It was my grandfather and father, Harumu, who created that ugly old man.
If those two inspirations had accepted their mother as she was,
If the prosecutor’s duty had looked at her mother without being bound by old customs,
If Harumu, that bitch, my little sister, had lived up to her mother’s expectations,
My Kaede wouldn’t have been ruined like that.
‘It doesn’t matter now. As you know, your sister is alive.’
“…Are you really okay with being such an ugly old man?
With your power, will you be able to bring back the beautiful mother from before?”
‘Of course, what this body wanted from you was a desire made of abstinence and abstinence.
Now is the time to fulfill your long-awaited desire. Expectations are also high for this body.
Drinking the alcohol I’ve been saving before a huge stage is my body’s pleasure, I’ll do whatever I want as a witch.’
A profound voice that resonated like a vibration in my head.
I don’t care if it’s the alcohol he’s talking about or the witch.
If it’s just this guy’s strength that I got last year, my mother will definitely look after me.
“…Mother.”
“Haa…! Haa…! Huh? What, was that Haruki…? I’m busy right now, so later…”
“I didn’t call you. Don’t answer the old fox.”
“…What now? Haruki, what are you saying now…! Eww?!”
“It’s okay, don’t worry, Mom. Everything will be fine…!! Now, look…
My mother’s son… Yumekawa Haruki, my mother’s second son…! Will you hug me…?”
She opens her arms towards her mother, who becomes quiet as soon as she puts on her mask.
And if he gently closes his eyes…
Coming into your arms, the arms of your mother that you have longed for.
“Mom mom…”
Finally, finally, you turned to me
Behind this mask is my real mother.
No one can take my mother away now.
Never, never
“… First of all, it’s Harumu…”
My mother and my sanctuary that no one can defile.
To do that, you’ll have to cut the rotten blood…
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