I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 79

You are, indeed, just right.

There were two types of people employed by Fiene Almholdt: those who were hired for money, and those who were “captured” by her… The man, who stood guard at the only mansion on the island, belonged to the latter.

At 181 cm and 87 kg, the man versed in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu belonged to the Medium Heavy class, which is for those under 88.3 kg.

A week ago, he met her in Silicon Valley, where she had been hiring anyone with martial arts experience.

“Just right,”

Looking at the unremarkable man, the girl with a smile tinged with amusement said,

“Just about right… The talent I’ve been searching for. Let’s make a contract. I will offer you double the amount you desire.”

What was “just right”? He still didn’t understand.

However, at a glance, he was called by those eyes, lustrous and alluring behind the grand backdrop of high-rise buildings and office glass walls, and he came here clad in a tailcoat.

Perhaps it was fate, “just about right,” to have met such a young girl.

While self-mockingly lighting a cigarette with his Zippo, he noticed, despite the time for regular contact, his radio remained “silent.”

“Hey, what’s up? Are you plucking coconuts out of your ass?”

There was no response to his call.

He had no intention of playing the fool like in a B-movie and promptly reported to HQ… however, he received only a curt “acknowledged, will handle it” in response.

“…What’s going on?”

A sense of discomfort. Why didn’t they send backup? If it was to assess the situation, they should have sent a patrol nearby.

–Absolutely do not let these two escape.

Two Japanese girls. He remembered one as the dangerous type who ordered 300 liters of tropical juice. The other seemed quiet and well-behaved.

He recalled the two guards confined in the basement; they hadn’t returned since going out for a shift change.

An ominous premonition. He felt a profound sense of dread.

“Just right.”

Unknowingly, his hand reached for the taser at his waist.

He was instructed to aim only at the Japanese girl if necessary and never at the Japanese boy. Of course, he had no intention of shooting an innocent girl.

As he scanned the surroundings, he spotted a “hand” emerging from the corner of the hallway.

“Come this way, please.”

The beckoning hand. It was a boy’s androgynous voice.

Could it be Kiriyama Akira , the protection target?

As he reached for the taser gun, he remembered his own sizable physique and the power of “Jiu-Jitsu.” He was a fighter at heart. He wouldn’t fall behind a mere boy if he wasn’t careless.

“Come out from there. It’s safe. I haven’t been ordered to harm you. Why don’t we have some tropical juice and chat?”

Slowly, steadily, tensing his muscles to be ready to move at any moment, he approached the corner.

He was dealing with a child. He could handle any attack. He was the man Fiene Almholdt deemed “just right.” He was tasked with guarding this vital outpost and had perfectly confined those two girls. He felt unusually on top of his game today.

Swaying, swaying, swaying.

Distracted by the beguiling movement of the wrists, he leaned in to peek around the corner—

“Sadly, you’re off the mark, yandere.”

Whirling around, he faced Kiriyama Akira.

“Why are you here!? Then, whose hand is this!?”

“Too slow.”

As he recoiled in a sweat, he was pulled in by the piercing gaze of the girl peeking from under the hood, collapsing with his posture undone—

“Just about right.”

At last, he understood what was “just right,” and with that realization, his consciousness plummeted into the depths of despair, alongside the $2.50 burger he had abandoned.

“When did you learn to mimic a man’s voice?”

No matter how skilled in martial arts, it seems he was no match for the stun gun.

As he caressed the prostrate butler, Minatsuki-san asked with a beaming smile.

“I learned it in kindergarten. I’ve been practicing ever since, and it seems to have stuck. If Akira-kun’s voice can come from my throat, it’s as if he’s within me, as if in the womb.”

By that logic, is there another me within me? Isn’t that terrifying?

“How nostalgic… He was one of the few who was kind to me… Always making me laugh with his male voice impressions—”

Minatsuki-san’s face tensed instantly, her eyes widening as if encountering the impossible.

“No way… could it be… then, that is…”

“Blinding chance☆,” I wonder if she’d get mad if I poked her eyeballs. It seems like a weak spot I could exploit.

“No, focus on Fiene now. Her true identity can wait.”

Regaining her composure, she looked up slowly.

“Akira-kun, isn’t it still not too late to reconsider? Don’t you want to give up on rescuing those two? Proceeding further into the villa doesn’t seem wise.”

“Eh? Why do you think that?”

Minatsuki-san nudged the unconscious butler with the tip of her toe.

“This. It’s obviously a ‘decoy.’ If they truly wanted to keep those two confined, they wouldn’t have lowered the security level this much or placed such low-quality personnel here.

In other words, this man was a mere pawn, a ‘trash mob A’ that Fine prepared to lure us in. He was hired solely to be defeated by you, Akira-kun, the ‘just right’ talent.”

How far ahead has she planned? Damn, that woman is a mirror of beasts. I admire her.

“This villa is ‘designed’ to give us a sense of achievement while dangling bait before us to encourage us to move deeper. It’s level design. In other words, it’s like a role-playing game.”

“I see, I understand your point. But, isn’t it too late to turn back now? If she read our thoughts and deliberately weakened the security, the two might still be here. Let’s at least confirm their presence.”

“If Akira-kun says so… I’ll settle for one kiss.”

Teacher, I haven’t learned the units of the yandere country, so I don’t understand.

Nonchalantly closing her eyes, I gave Minatsuki-san five kisses (sea cucumbers), and with her in high spirits, we resumed our search.

Before long, we found the entrance to the basement.

“Ah, Akira-kun… it’s serious… the basement has thin oxygen, like asphyxiation… I need mouth-to-mouth…”

“That serious!! Wait for me, my honey!! I’ll save you right away!!”

Again, this guy’s kissing sea cucumbers (laughs).

Thanks to my desperate mouth-to-mouth (sea cucumber), Minatsuki-san regained consciousness and focused on the door at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sumire-chan and the others must be beyond here, right? It’s scary how easily we found this—what’s this smell?”

The yandere, who had been putting on a farce, scrunched his nose at the stench.

Horrible. An unbearable smell. Something familiar, the kind you don’t want to breathe in.

“It’s blood.”

Minatsuki-san murmured, narrowing her eyes.

“The smell of blood.”

A sudden wave of nausea hit me—I flung the door open without hesitation.