I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 49

Please turn off your mobile phones on the Ferris wheel.

“Why do I have Maria’s phone? What are you talking about?”

“Eh… but… when I just called Maria’s phone…”

Showing me the screen that indicated “Kinugasa Maria” registered in her phone book, Yura pointed to my pocket, where the vibrating sound was still coming from.

“Look closely at the screen. The phone number displayed there is mine, isn’t it? Didn’t you register the name wrongly?”

“Eh?”

Everyone’s gaze gathered on Yura’s hand–I silenced Maria’s phone with my right hand and stole Minatsuki-san’s phone from her pocket with my left hand.

“No, I didn’t make a mistake… I couldn’t have messed up your registration, Akira-sama… It’s impossible…”

“Sumire, is it true?”

“Um, yeah. There was no mistake.”

“Then, try calling again. This time to me. So there’s no mistake, keep the screen facing this way and do it slowly.”

As Yura’s finger moved, I called Minatsuki-san’s phone with Maria’s phone–and my pocket started to vibrate.

After a few seconds of silence, Yura opened her mouth as if she had a revelation.

“Do… do you have two… Akira-sama… Do you have two phones…!?”

Good girl.

“…It seems I can’t fool you any longer.”

After sighing, I ostentatiously took out Maria’s phone and returned Minatsuki-san’s phone to her pocket while everyone’s eyes were on me.

“Actually, today, I had two phones: my phone and Maria’s.”

“…Why would you do such a thing?”

“It’s a spare. I thought there might be a possibility that one phone would become unusable or confiscated.”

Almost simultaneously, I traced the back of Minatsuki-san’s hand sitting next to me with my fingertip and sent a meaningful look to Sumire.

“Onii-chan… anticipated this… and brought Maria’s phone as a backup… But why did he make the text like this… It’s as if he’s pretending to be Maria…”

“Sumire, can I see your phone?”

“Uh? Why?”

“Minatsuki-san, that’s private, isn’t it… Onii-chan censorship will step in.”

“Sumire, lend it to me for a moment.”

“Uh… okay…”

After Akira-kun showed Yui the email, the phone was returned to Sumire in the same screen state–Upon seeing the words “Look closely at the send date” written in the saved mail she had never seen before, she finally understood.

Sender: Kinugasa Maria
Recipient: Kiritani Sumire
Subject:
Text: I’m sorry about earlier.
By the way, is your brother going on a date with Minatsuki Yui?
It seemed like they were taking the bus to the station, right?

Sumire finally realized–that the send date of the email was “three days ago”.

“If it’s three days ago, Maria’s phone wouldn’t be with Onii-chan… He intended this from the start, and “disguised” the send date… Even if Minatsuki-senpai realizes that she was asking for my help, there’s no evidence… Minatsuki-senpai shouldn’t have known that I’m here… Even if they were not together three days ago, it can be excused as a “misunderstanding”… That’s why Minatsuki-senpai can’t say anything…”

Onii-chan, in order to escape from Minatsuki-senpai who had followed him to the amusement park, tried to fool her by producing imposters with masks and cross-dressing.

So, does that mean that Yura-senpai, who was exchanging clothes with Onii-chan, was left in the amusement park as a collaborator?

It worked out pretty well for a stopgap measure.

I operated Sumire’s phone, deleted the email that I had sent before saying “Is your brother, by any chance, going on a date with Minatsuki Yui?” and sent a new email with a disguised send date.

This way, Sumire will misunderstand that I had been pretending to be Maria from the “beginning” and sent the email to deceive Minatsuki-san.

The order of the inbox was also changed to “date order”, and I didn’t make any mistakes that would make me busted.

These guys who have absolute trust in me, if I provide information that makes sense, they should interpret it conveniently due to their good sense.

All I have to do is make up a story about the mask and cross-dressing, making them mistake that Yura and I were in a cooperative relationship.

“Hey, Yura. Listen to my command–”

The ringtone mixed in my casual conversation echoed in the Ferris wheel, and Yura, who took the phone in her hand, widened her eyes in surprise.

“Akira-sama”

On the screen, “Kiritani Akira” was displayed.

“Why are you calling me now?”

“Eh?”

My voice, repeating “Tell me your bank account password”, echoed as the ringtone for an incoming call from “Maria” who was supposed to have my phone.