I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - chapter 16

Without Entering the Yandere’s Web, One Can’t Obtain a Freeloader

“What time is it now?”

After finishing my udon (Kanto style), I asked the girl, her face hidden by black hair, left the room.

When she returned, she promptly responded, “It’s 20:00.”

“Then, let’s get started.”

“What shall we… start?”

“Our countermeasures meeting against Minatsuki Yui.”

She looked bewildered.

“I’ve decided. The udon was delicious, so I’ll reign here as a Divine freeloader.”

“Well, if I had to point out a flaw, it’d be that the udon was Kanto style.”

“No, I… made it Kansai style… but added blood… so the soup… might’ve turned blackish…”

I enjoyed it so much, and i even drank all the soup, though?

“So… this Minatsuki Yui countermeasures meeting… what is it… Akira-sama…?”

“No, that’s the thing, this yandere named Minatsuki is sure to come to reclaim me, the main object of her obsession. Our future goal is to figure out how to prevent that.”

“You’re… staying then!?”

With both the door and windows sealed with barbed wire, where does she think she’s going?

“So, if that’s the case! Let’s get started with the removing your intestin—”

“Wait.”

From out of nowhere, a black-haired individual brandished a kitchen knife, tilting their head to the side with a gleam in their eyes that could only be described as pathologically yandere.

“Do you love me, a god?”

“L-love is such an exaggerated sentiment! I do not possess any such feelings!!”

Please, stop waving that knife around.

“Let’s rephrase that. You worship me, as god… right?”

“O-of course.”

“Akira-sama, whom you adore, wishes to stay here. Is there really any need to deify me? Akira-sama won’t run away. Wouldn’t it be better to live here as the living Akira-sama rather than making me into a holy icon?”

“But… the innards are impure—”

“My bowels impure, when I’m an arahitogami?! Are you serious?!” (tln : https://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arahitogami)

Standing up and shouting made them press the point of the knife against my belly, so I whispered “I’m not angry. I’m definitely not angry, okay?” and sat down.

“My bowels are extremely clean… I’m the picture of health, and I eat yogurt every morning, so let me tell you, my intestinal environment is truly exceptional… do you understand…?”

“But your words… then, the doctrine I’ve crafted…”

“The doctrine shall be decided by me, for I am a god. It goes without saying.”

Ah, piece of cake! With this, she’ll fall and become my slave—

“It’s a fake.”

“Huh?”

Swaying the blade gently, she peered through me as if I were transparent, fixated on the altar and muttered.

“The real Akira-sama… would never… never dismiss my doctrine… You’re a fake…!”

Ah, now I get it! So, I wasn’t Kiriyama Akira after all!

“My apologies, I got carried away. The bit about eating yogurt every morning was a lie; I don’t actually like it that much.”

While I retreat and apologize, the black-haired girl continues to approach me.

“In this sacred place… I’ve allowed the impure to exist… How should I apologize to Akira-sama… Perhaps atoning with the blood of a sinner…”

No need to apologize, I forgive you, so you should forgive too.

With my back against the wall, she takes a stance with the knife at her waist, ready to thrust. Aiming for the guts in my lower abdomen, it was a fighting pose filled with intent to kill.

At this rate, I will surely die— Cornered in my final moments, I groaned and went all-in on my last gamble.

“Ugh… uh… uuuh… get out, get out of my body!!”

As I started shouting and rolling on the floor, the girl observed me closely, waiting for the right moment to attack but finally sheathing her weapon.

“Did I manage to win…? It’s absolutely preposterous to belittle the doctrine she came up with! The fake has been vanquished!!”

Emulating a man who has endured a deadly struggle, she wobbled to her feet and inquiringly probed me.

“Could it be… Akira-sama…?”

To give off the impression that I carried divine authority, I allowed a nonchalant smile to cross my face.

“Indeed, I am the god Akira. It seems I was possessed by an evil spirit.”

“Akira-sama… thank goodness…! I was so worried when you denounced the doctrine… An evil spirit took over your body…!”

Ah, that worked out well. I can roll with this setting.

“I am the true Akira who would never deny your doctrine. There’s no need for killing or anything of the sort.”

The moment she felt reassured and her muscles relaxed, I kicked up at her wrist fiercely, disarming her. A hint of suspicion flitted across her face, but I embraced her firmly to suppress her.

“This is the embrace of a god. Accept it gratefully.”

“Do you praise me…? What an honor…! Oh…! I can feel the essence of goodness rising within me…!”

Certainly, this must be a mistake of malevolence.

“If you keep to the doctrine and remain virtuous, then in this transient world, I shall be a god.”

I beamed a bright smile.

“Shall we create the world of Akira together?”

While adhering to the rules of Akira’s doctrine, I get a handle on the best way to manipulate her. If I can grasp the key to her heart, I could remain a god revered for life.

“Yes… of course, of course…!”

If I can spot even a single chance to win, weapons and madness will submit to me, and I shall find an eternal haven, untouched by anyone… Death or life, dead or alive, without taking risks one can’t achieve anything – living off someone else for good is quite impossible without a constant gamble.

“…I will become a divine dependent.”

To accept or to resist—that’s what life comes down to.