I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 4

The girl who is mentally unstable has a keen sense of smell.

“I don’t think she knows.”

When I reported the email to Minatsuki-san, who had returned, she smiled and confidently asserted.

“Akira-kun, have you replied to that email?”

“N-No, I haven’t.”

“That’s good.”

Minatsuki-san smiled and reached out her hand to me.

“Well then, give it to me.”

“Huh?”

“Your phone, please?”

My phone isn’t a candy, you know?

“Um, what are you going to do with it?”

Since there’s no way to refuse without triggering her madness, I fully understand and hand over my phone to her with a smiling face.

“Huh? There’s only one thing to do, right?”

The yandere girl smiled widely and began to destroy my phone with the handle of a stun gun.

“Hey, hey! Akira-kun, this is how you deal with the machine that confuses you!”

Contrary to her words, her eyes aren’t smiling. What’s with those eyes filled with murderous intent?

As I stood with my arms crossed, watching her (enlightened), a few minutes later, a completely distorted smartphone was completed.

“Listen, Akira-kun. I think your sister was trying to deceive you.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

If you only look at her face, it’s as if the Virgin Mary herself is smiling kindly at me.

“It’s just speculation, but I think your sister was going around places where you might be, and even if she couldn’t be sure if you were there or not after finishing her visit, she would send you a message. And if you receive a reply like ‘Huh, how did you know?’ then she would know that you are there, right?”

Saying that, Minatsuki-san opened the dining kitchen refrigerator and brought out my sneakers that were apparently kept in the refrigerator.

“Huh, my sneakers… I hid them on top of the shoebox…”

“You wouldn’t hide your ‘treasure,’ which has your scent, on top of the shoebox, right? It would deteriorate the precious fragrance, right?”

Don’t make me agree to this nonsense in the guise of common sense, please.

“What I hid on top of the shoebox was one of the ‘Akira-kun Collection’ that Yui received. Remember, you gave it to me before, right?”

Is it not an exaggeration to say that she stole something from my shoebox and called it a ‘gift’? Can someone please enlighten me?

“If Sumire-chan is a brother complex, she should know what shoes Akira-kun is wearing now, right? If that’s the case, all the questions since she came to this house and even the email just now would be baseless bluffs without confirmation.”

After saying that with a serious expression, Minatsuki-san casually threw my phone into the trash can.

“Well then, Akira-kun…”

Minatsuki-san couldn’t hide her overflowing joy and whispered to me with a smirk.

“S-Should we take a bath?”

Could it be that I have no escape?

With no right to refuse, I could only smile while trying to keep my cheeks from twitching.

“…Communication has been lost.”

Kiriyama Sumire, who had set up a GPS on her brother’s phone, sighed as the signal was lost and sat on the guardrail.

“I should have introduced software with better accuracy. It was supposed to be for saving my big brother in times like this.”

Sumire scratched her head vigorously and muttered curses under her breath, directed at someone.

“Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-chan, we’re supposed to live together. We’re supposed to live together forever because I can’t live without my Onii-chan.”

She raised her head and gazed dreamily at the reflection of her brother on her own phone’s screen.

“Onii-chan… mmm…”

And she kissed the screen.

After repeating it several times, she finally regained her composure.

“The three people who live in the vicinity indicated by the GPS… Honestly, I couldn’t get any concrete evidence…”

The young girl intertwined her fingers, which she had taken out of her sleeves.

“You were too hasty, Minatsuki-senpai.”

A conviction was evident on her face.

“That sneaker faintly smelled like my big brother.”

Having smelled her brother’s scent since childhood, Kiriyama Sumire’s sense of smell surpassed that of Minatsuki Yui, at least in that aspect.

“And if you say you were ‘thinking of throwing away’ those sneakers, is that your true intention? If so, then Minatsuki-senpai has obtained her ‘real prize.'”

Sumire stood up and said casually.

“Just wait, Onii-chan… I’ll do anything to get rid of that girl…”

A look of determination, filled with the same ‘murderous intent’ as Minatsuki Yui, was etched into her eyes.