I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 72

You’ve been deceived by Fiene.

Making your way through the paved road surrounded by Golden Bamboo, you dive under the dense foliage of the banyan trees.

At the site of the blaring “Alarm”… Sumire arrives and stares at the numerous “wristwatches” set up, and for a moment, races her thoughts to escape the “predicament” she’s fallen into.

A trap? No, it must be a trap.

Onii-chan had 30 minutes before the game started, and if he was to enter Fiene Almholdt’s 10m radius within the first few seconds…

1) Onii-chan did not move from the start point.
2) Onii-chan could not “move” from the start point.
3) The alarm sound was used as a trap.
4) Fiene Almholdt rewrote the source code within 30 minutes (Firstly, impossible. Interference with the software was sealed off with pre-game tampering).

Inevitably, the choices narrow down to these four.

If it’s 1 or 2, I’m forced to go to the scene. If I leave it to the unreliable Seniors Kinugasa and Minatsuki, we’ll be at a disadvantage in the information war, and not rushing to the scene would mean defeat in the game.

The same goes for 3 and 4. Trap or not, if I don’t go to the scene, I’d lose the upper hand regarding the alarm sound, the sole clue, and would be forced into the irrational act of visual confirmation amidst the bushy island.

In other words, coming here was the “best” choice.

I act based on rationality, not having lost my composure nor becoming emotional. It’s an “action” necessary to save Onii-chan from this cursed island.

But this is, no, this is…

“Stupid.”

From underneath the leaves catching the raindrops, as if it were only natural, burly militiamen emerge… All of them, without exception, brandishing M4 Carbines and scanning the area vigilantly, as if they have no intention of showing mercy to a mere girl.

“I-I’ve confirmed the names… The real power behind the private military company PMC isn’t you…”

“Such words are unbecoming of a girl who’s tasted defeat. They lack a drunken romance.”

Fiene Almholdt, protected under the umbrella held by the butler, has eyes as cold as a resurrected corpse.

The girl who called Onii-chan “Darling,” who was prone to emotional outbursts, whose actions seemed unplanned—she didn’t appear as monstrous as Minatsuki Yui described, but now she stands still, like the slow approach of “death.”

The atmosphere is completely different. What is this person? The coldness of a “corpse” living in human skin, this person has no interest in my life or death, no, in “the whole world.”

Even if Seniors Yura and I were to be shot dead, she’d dig our graves in silence and bury us with a look of melancholy—Sumire finally realizes Yura isn’t around and clicks her tongue in irritation from the disturbance.

“I gave you a mercy hint. The island’s network is “filtered” and regulated because it was declared in open-source information.

I made sure the information about women doesn’t enter Akira’s “brain”… Do you understand”

“Don’t joke with me… Are you saying that the contract with the private military company PMC was made under a man’s name to ensure that my Onii-chan would never lay eyes on it…?”

“If the contract that bears the name ‘Fiene Almholdt’ was misunderstood by Akira to be under another woman’s name, would that mean his brain had accepted ‘another woman’?”

Is this woman insane?

Fiene Almholdt, with the poise of the queen of the night, speaks with unshakable confidence, as if her actions are founded on indisputable reasons.

In other words, she was sane.

“Kiriyama Sumire… ah, I don’t want to pronounce it. You speak instead.”

Just mentioning the name makes her shudder as if she’s become ill, and the butler holding the umbrella begins to speak in a clear, resonant voice.

“Kiriyama Sumire. You’ve fallen into a four-choice dilemma, haven’t you? And no matter which option you chose, the ‘outcome’ was the same. Because, you ‘lost before the game even started.’

Why did you accept a game in which the opposing side had an absolute advantage? Did you think you could just take Lord Akira Kirigaya from this island and escape? Even though the engine of that small boat will never start? Why did you delude yourself into thinking you ‘could win’?

Because a ‘strand of hair’ was left in Akira-sama’s room, because you were able to sneak onto this island easily, because Minatsuki Yui’s repeated ‘complaints’ made you feel ‘stronger,’ because you thought you were able to investigate the contract of the private military company PMC with ‘your own abilities,’ because you once tasted a pseudo-victory and underestimated Lady Fiene Almholdt.”

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. From where, from where were you calculating? It can’t be. The ‘platinum blonde hair’ left in my Onii-chan’s room was left there on purpose? But even so, that was the only clue, and to come here, that hair had to be used—was I being ‘manipulated’ even though I thought I was choosing for myself? Has the same situation been ‘continuing’ all along?

Is this… human?

“Perhaps you were diligently following the rules of the game? If you, a lowly mammal not even related by blood to Akira, thought to maintain your nobility and challenge the game, it’s laughable… Did you think Fiene’s goal was to bring Akira to this island?”

Fiene Almholdt, not looking the slightest bit amused, smiles lightly with the precision of an automaton.

“What Fii wished for was for you filth to disappear from the world.”

A chill runs down Sumire’s spine, the light vanishes from her sight, and as she’s restrained from both sides, unable to escape despite her frantic struggles, she is forced to the ground, now muddy, and looks up at the night queen, Aquamarine.

“Tell me.”

Fiene whispers, sitting down cutely.

“How many hours have you been with Akira? What did you do together? How many grams of his waste did you ingest? How many times did you say ‘I love you’ to him? How many times did you enter his 10m radius? How many times did you touch his skin? How much of Akira’s scent molecules did you ingest in terms of molecular weight? For what reason did you receive the voice he emitted in terms of frequency? Why do you, a woman other than Fiene, know the number of hairs growing on Akira’s body? How is it that you can call yourself Akira’s sister just by following the family registry information? Why are you living so brazenly with the data of your contact with Akira saved in your brain—”

Suddenly, just as suddenly, Fiene looks up at the sky with a blank expression, instilling in Sumire an immense fear—

“Have you heard of the Pear of Anguish?”

Before she can utter another word, a pear-shaped iron instrument is handed to Fiene.

With an expression of boredom, she thrusts it into Sumire’s mouth, smiling like a benevolent goddess.

“It’s a torture device used in Europe from the 16th to the 18th century. Inserted into the mouth or anus, turning the handle at the end will cause the pear-shaped main body to ‘open into four segments.’

If inserted into the mouth, it expands and gouges deep into the throat. If inserted into the anus, it tears and destroys from the rectum to the colon… It will ‘damage’ your clean form while tearing apart your ugly insides, which you don’t deserve.”

With a disturbed look, she pulls the device out of Sumire’s mouth.

“But you’re a girl, aren’t you?

Not the mouth or the anus… should we use it in ‘another hole’?”

Sumire, captured by the private military company PMC, struggles fiercely, writhing and resisting, but her position is quickly changed, and Fiene, with an expressionless face and seemingly no interest, begins the “torture”—

“Wait, wait!!”

At that moment, the sweat-drenched cry of Kinugasa Yura brings everything to a halt.

“Let’s… let’s negotiate…!”

“What if I say ‘no’?”

Fiene Almholdt tilts her head slightly, still with a serious face.