I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 17

A duet of deception in this mad love affair

“Minatsuki-senpai, the deadline is today.”

“I know.”

“Any guess on his whereabouts?”

“…No clue.”

Anxiety tainted Yue’s voice—since Kinugasa Maria abducted Akira, a full day had passed.

“After Sunday comes Monday… Before school starts and the commotion ensues, she’ll definitely relocate her base. If we don’t secure Onii-chan by then, it’s game over.”

“Couldn’t you get Kinugasa Maria’s home address from the staff room? As an honor student, surely you have countless methods, right?”

“That name is an alias of someone else. When I went there, it turned out to be ‘another student’s house.’ ”

“Most likely, there’s a patron inside the school… and moreover, it seems they possess a ‘fanatical’ spirit of self-sacrifice to the point of making themselves a scapegoat.”

Unya-sensei was, after all, only the homeroom teacher of 2-C and couldn’t possibly match every student’s face to their name.

Given her personality, it wasn’t likely that she would investigate the identity of an anonymous girl who had called only her. She probably didn’t imagine that she was dealing with an apology in person from a ‘first-year’ girl using another student’s name.

“Were you able to get anything out of that student?”

“Apparently, she’s on a trip to Hokkaido right now. Just for the weekend though.”

From the other end of the phone call, the sound of nail-biting was audible.

“The phone we planted on onii-chan has just been left in his desk. No matter how good the GPS is, it’s useless.”

“What about the unmanned aerial vehicle, the drone?”

The unmanned aerial vehicle, a drone belonging to Sumire, which appeared to be used for stalking Akira, had been deployed since the Friday when Akira was abducted, but there had been no favorable report delivered yet.

“It’s no good. If they’re holed up at home with the curtains drawn tight, there’s no way to find them. And flying over densely populated areas is against aviation law, so it wouldn’t be strange if we get reported soon.”

“So, it’s unusable?”

There was a silent affirmation in response.

“…You’re not hiding any information, are you?”

“Eh? Why would you think that?”

A teasing and saccharine voice could be heard, and Yui shifted the receiver from her right ear to her left.

“Because I thought Sumire-chan, with her brother-complex—her yandere tendencies—wouldn’t be satisfied with just flying a toy drone around.”

“You’re doing something else too, aren’t you?”

“No, not really.”

Her voice slightly changed—a testament to her inherent charisma and her cultivated skills in understanding people. For Yui, who even at her sophomore year managed to garner more respect than the current student council president, detecting the slightest fluctuation in the other person’s emotions was a trivial matter.

“…I see, got it. If you have any information, let me know.”

“Yes, of course. Then, goodbye.”

After the call ended, Yui smiled faintly.

“Now then.”

She gazed at the secretly taken photo of Kinugasa Maria on the screen.

“Sumire-chan is still in the investigation phase, huh… The diversion is sufficient, there’s enough time before she catches up.”

Muttering to herself, she began to walk.

“If her face was well-known, there’d be plenty of ways to find an address. Remember that, Sumire-chan?”

Heading towards the address she got from a teacher, Minatsuki Yui set off.

“Well, she probably doesn’t suspect that her own location is being tracked, does she?”

Dressed in a white knit and denim shorts, Sumire slid down her fashionable sunglasses and fixed her gaze on the point indicating “Minatsuki Yui.”

“Minatsuki-senpai’s weak point is undoubtedly ‘onii-chan.’ She thinks I’m only monitoring onii-chan with GPS because Kiriyama Akira is always at the forefront of her mind… But that’s too naive.”

While sipping her sweet mango juice, a man, drawn by her beauty, approached her.

“Hey, do you have time right―”

“Want to die?”

With a full smile, the beautiful girl said.

“My hearing belongs to onii-chan. Use it without permission, and you might die, you know?”

The man hastily backed away from her menacing words, fleeing back to his friends, murmuring, “That girl is crazy!”

“Yeah, that’s a normal reaction.”

Blushing all over, Sumire felt the T-shirt of Akira she wore under her knit directly against her skin.

“But onii-chan is different… He can even accept my love… He’s special, truly special…”

Lost in her thoughts, Sumire stared at the GPS location on her phone, which she had planted on Yui’s phone when she was bathing with Akira.

“Good luck, Minatsuki-senpai. I’ll be the one to win in the end, but do your best, okay?”

After finishing her drink, the yandere Sumire stood up.