I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 74

The glass slipper is not desired.

Thirty seconds of silence had passed… Realizing the awkward atmosphere that had enveloped the room, I ran my fingers through my hair and opened my mouth to speak.

“Fiene, I love you.”

“Darling’s trump card seems to have fled to the very back of the unreachable depths, where not even a hand can be stretched out.”

My beloved (past tense) Unya-sensei did not show.

Fiene, seemingly certain of her victory, inched closer as I continued to back away, unable to decide whether to reject or to acquiesce.

“When the clock’s hands pointed to twelve, Princess Darling’s magic started to fade away, and the dress prepared by the witch ‘Unya-sensei’ returned to its rightful ragged form.”

Fiene, with a seductive smile that men around the world would desire, offered her tempting skills to me.

“Now, put on the glass slipper.”

The glass slipper and Prince Fiene, a happy ending meticulously laid out… In the Grimms’ fairy tale, the reason Cinderella’s slipper came off was that the prince had smeared it with pitch beforehand.

If I were Cinderella,

“If you plan to woo me, go check the unit price of glass.”

I’ll make the prince pay “the cost of stealing the shoe”—in the currency that fetches the highest price in the foreign exchange market.

“I’ve finally understood why I, who adore money and leisure, cannot forgive you.”

Slowly, I straighten one finger after another.

“Rule one of the three great Parasite Principles: A parasite must never rebel.

Rule two of the three great Parasite Principles: Consider the other’s feelings and play the best hand.”

With two fingers raised, I spit out my words.

“You’re going against my oath rules.”

With a snap—Fiene’s mask cracks.

As if terrified, the butler and the militia stepped back, but Fiene Almholst alone stepped forward.

“Why do you rebel?”

“Because I see your face as a bundle of bills but insist it’s a trap.”

“Why don’t you consider my feelings?”

“Because your heart has an account number ready, and you claim it’s fraud.”

“Why?! Why won’t Darling alone bend to Fiene’s will—”

“That’s it.”

In front of a demon, I point at her.

“That’s where you differ from other yanderes.

You’re not trying to love ‘me as I am.’ You twist, warp, and trample, trying to remake me into ‘your ideal.’ You see through me, Akira, and try to recreate ‘your beloved.'”

I shoot her with bullets of words, as if she has forgotten even how to breathe.

“Minatsuki, Sumire, Yura, they all try to love ‘me’—even if in the wrong way. Thus, they don’t try to twist me out of shape.

Honestly, if I, the parasite, cease to be one, there’s no benefit to being kept by a yandere.

Hidden behind a facade of money, holding an account number close to your heart, and raising the pure and proper sign of an ATM—”

I say, twisting the corner of my mouth.

“I have no intention whatsoever of living as your puppet Papa.”

“…I haven’t heard Akira-kun’s opinion, though.”

Suddenly and abruptly, the “color” of the air Fiene wears changes, and cold eyes peer at me, as if another person has appeared.

Apparently, she’s flipped her switch. She seems to intend to pressure and threaten me, but I am not the kind to back down at this point. Apologizing, I quickly and quietly prostrated myself.

In an instant, the room fell silent. It seems that by touching upon the spirit of wa and the essence of Yamato—sincerity—I’ve managed to grasp Fiene’s heartstrings—

“I won’t forgive you now, okay?”

Without needing to collect the popular death flags among yanderes, TSUMI (Together Sweetheart Unloved Marry I love you), life introduces an easy death game where they stack up on their own! Yandere Tsumitsumi (next-life registration now open)!!

“Akira-kun, you have the eyes that Fii loves.”

Fiene, with an ecstatic expression, approaches me, not even trying to hide her trembling fingers as she reaches for “my eyes.”

“Papa… Papa is there… With the same eyes, he’s there… Fii’s beloved eyes… Papa… Papa… I love you, Papa… Only Akira-kun… can become Fii’s Papa… It’s okay, the preparations for ‘plastic surgery’ are ready… We’ll tamper with the ‘brain’ to make you more like Papa… The equation that Fii can love is Papa + Akira-kun’s addition… Now, you even understand the meaning of a father’s finger… Love me… Please love me, Papa… Papa…”

Her index finger approaches, my back hits a large tree with no escape, and the tip slowly twists in—

“Akira-kun!! Don’t duck!!”

Something resembling a hollow cylinder is thrown in, and everyone but myself grabs their heads and dives backward—as I take off at full speed.