I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 61

The yandere who lacks vocabulary must be really angry.

“Is this the end!?”

On the last day, that person, with eyes as if floating underwater, was staring at Akira playing in his room.

“Why does Momo-neesan have to go this far!? After all, isn’t he just a kid we don’t know!? Saving this brat, what will it lead to!? Is it okay for your life to end in ruin!?”

The little boy stared at me screaming with a puzzled expression on his face.

“I love you.”

That person whispered in a small voice.

“I love this child… not just this child, but Yui-chan and Fiene-chan too… The children who stayed with me, I love all of them.”

“So you’re staking your life to save him?”

Smiling, she lovingly stroked Akira’s head.

“You… are insane… Are you going to talk about Adlerian psychology… Or are you trying to demonstrate agape, selfless love… It’s ridiculous, nonsense… Love is nothing more than an illusion created by the brain for the survival of the human species!!” (tln : google Adlerian Psychology.)

“Then, is ‘that uniform’ an illusion too?”

Despite being a girl, I, who was dressed in a boy’s uniform, felt as if my words were stuck in my heart, and I clenched the center of my chest.

“Nagisa.”

The kindergarten teacher gave words to me, like a kindergarten child.

“People drown in loneliness and die.”

“But are you going to end your life with self-sacrifice!? Is such a convenient ending okay!? For whom was Momo-neesan born–”

“For this child.”

Akira, who is under protection, clung to her as if he knew his own way of life and closed his eyes comfortably.

“For those children.”

“You’re insane.”

I, who had stood up, distorted my face with pessimism and screamed.

“Your love is a fake!!”

“Nagisa…”

I ran out – ran, ran, ran.

When I started running wildly, sweating so much I could die, and panting started leaking from my throat, I put my hand on a utility pole and laughed.

“Ha, haha…hahaha…”

My laughter wouldn’t stop as if I were sick, I clenched the uniform of my “dead brother”, and I couldn’t stand how funny I was, now mourning.

“Momo-neesan is stupid… Fiene Almhort is just a kid… she won’t be able to hide her whereabouts forever…”

I raised my face.

“A teacher… what a ridiculous job… there’s nothing to gain… such a shitty…”

Remembering the abuse and contempt of the student guidance jerk, I started devising a strategy to beat that monster-like brat, pushing my brain to its full capacity after many years.

“I will never become a teacher.”

Like a grudge, I muttered.

“Never.”

While watching the setting sky, I was just unbearably hateful towards that kid named Akira.

***

“Sensei.”

“Hm?”

“…Why am I getting a lap pillow from Sensei?”

I, who thought I would be punished, look at Unya-sensei, who strokes my head while looking down at me with a benevolent expression.

“Because it’s the most effective.”

“Effective, you say?”

When I turn my head in the direction the teacher is pointing, I meet eyes with Fiine, a worker who is emotionlessly stabbing a knife into the desk.

“So in short, is this a provocation?”

“Well, yes. I’m in trouble if I’m arbitrarily made a rival and an important student is used as a prize to hold a mysterious death game.

It’s necessary to engrave in her liver that if she fails, she’ll end up in this situation.”

Although she’s of a good age, the soft thighs of the teacher who has changed into roomwear shorts assert their presence weirdly on the side of my face.

If I get aroused by a woman in her thirties and fall into a situation where I have to take responsibility, it’s over for me. I empty my heart and chant “Now, the one giving me a lap pillow is an old maid, an old maid…” to find a breakthrough.

“Kiriyama. Your hair is silky. What shampoo do you use?”

“No, I don’t really know. Mostly, I leave the management of my beauty to Sumire.”

“Ho…”

“Hey, what? Please stop suddenly poking my cheek!”

While resisting desperately against Unya-sensei, who starts poking my cheek with a somewhat happy expression – suddenly, the teacher leans back and a knife that flew in sticks into the wall.

Fiene, who has a face of a warrior that doesn’t look human, trembles all over with anger and turns her eyeballs, which are starting to open their pupils, towards me.

“I’ll kill… I’ll kill… I’ll kill…”

She seems to have lost her vocabulary due to her extreme anger.

“That’s a problem. I just wanted a peaceful vacation… right, Akira?”

“At that age, how can you play lovers with a student – Ouch ouch ouch! Sensei! Sensei!! My skin is becoming mochi-like!!”

Sensei, who had been stretching my cheeks in a squishy way, looks at Fiine who threw the knife and smiles.

“Fiene, if you want to settle the matter, I don’t mind facing you.

But–”

To Fiene, who has a dubious face, the teacher clearly states.

“The opponent is those kids.”

I have a very bad feeling!!