Chapter 57: I Want to Say, “Do Whatever You Want…”

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Alright, I understand that b*****s have their own struggles. But that doesn’t mean I can just forgive everything she did to me.

In the end, the feeling of constantly being chased by a so-called family you don’t want anything to do with must be something she can’t erase on her own.

Maybe that’s why she’s so scared of the cops—because she’s traumatized by being chased like that.

Anyway, the problem is, even though she claims she won’t cause trouble, she’s already causing me trouble by asking for this kind of favor. There’s no room for perverted fantasies with someone like her.

…

I feel a strange numbness and a strong sense of discomfort. Even though she’s causing me trouble, I can’t bring myself to blame her.

Am I losing my anger, or am I sympathizing with a NTR victim who’s regretting and blaming herself too much? Maybe it’s both…

Yes, I’ve been deeply hurt by both Kurebayashi-san and Kojima-san. But I can’t deny that I’m in a better situation than they are now.

Maybe it’s not sympathy but the confidence of a winner.

Kojima-san, haunted by the shadow of her stepbrother, who isn't here, knows she’s probably not forgiven but still has to rely on me.

…

I don't want to get into a situation where she might kill me and then herself. I still have unfinished business in this world; I don’t want to be reincarnated in another world, and if I have to die, I want to choose my partner. Plus, I haven’t even left a cool memorial photo.

Even dying requires some preparation.

“You can stay, but there are conditions.”

“What conditions? I’ll do anything if you let me stay tonight and don't leave me alone. Even if I’m frigid, if it's you, Yuuta, I wouldn’t mind if you f****d me hard, even in my mouth.”

“Frigid or not, I'm not interested in that. The condition is simple: don't try to kill me or yourself while I’m asleep. That's it.”

“…”

Why the silence? Was she really thinking about a murder-suicide? I’ll kick her out.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Were you really……?”

“You see right through me, Yuuta.”

“Huh? You really were!? Are you f*****g kidding me!?”

What a pain in the a*s! I knew I shouldn’t have sympathized. It’s always trouble when I try to be nice.

“…Sorry.”

“Do you think an apology is enough!? You were planning to drag me down with you!”

“… Yeah, you're right. Yuuta, you once said, ‘If you’re going to die, at least tell me first.’ I thought about dying somewhere no one knows, holding onto your kindness from today. But that’s not okay, right?”

“…Huh?”

There’s a disconnect here. What does she mean?

“You told me to find a future where I don’t have to make the worst choice of dying. But everything seems hopeless, and I can only think of a future where death brings peace. I tried to struggle, but nothing worked. So, I thought I’d stay close to the only person who cared about me, you, and die without regrets.”

“Hey…”

I understand a bit now. I had no idea she was so desperate. My bad.

But I’m a man who can read the room. I stay silent. Words are unnecessary when I can feel the situation. Besides, I save my words for big-breasted ladies. Unfortunately, Kojima-san is lacking in that department.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… for thinking of trampling on your kindness, Yuuta.”

It’s okay as long as you don’t mention me in your suicide note. Judging by your confession, you were planning to.

“But what should I do…? I can’t run away anymore.”

There’s probably not much you can do other than expose your family’s issues. But if it were that simple, you would’ve succeeded when you tried to kill yourself before. It’s pointless.

“I hate this, I hate it… I don’t want to live a life where I hurt the people who care about me again.”

I don't particularly have any feelings for you right now.

By the way, how did things start with your stepbrother? It didn’t seem like forced rape since you fell into pleasure. Maybe it was something like playful rape?

“Please, help me. Help me, Yuuta.”

…

Damn it! I’ve been trying so hard to stay calm.

Putting my grudge aside, if I abandon this pathetic frigid girl here, I won’t be the kind of ‘me’ that Ange can be proud of to others!