I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 81

Natto Kinase Fairy and the Unconditional Deal

“…It all comes down to what Fiene decides to do next.”

Removing my sunglasses, I let out a sigh as I murmured to myself.

Giving in to Fiene’s demands would mean instant defeat. To prevent her from playing her hand, I tried to intimidate her unilaterally… But she’s not the type to be stopped by something of that level, not that crafty creature.

If the threat isn’t heard, it doesn’t serve its purpose as a threat. However, it’s a fact that Sumire and Yura have been taken. Doing nothing will only lead to stagnation, and breaking the current status quo would be impossible.

It seemed like Minatsuki-san had made up her mind, but her mobility performance is hardly what it used to be at her peak.

Now, what to do?

“Surprised, huh?”

Minatsuki-san, who had been making noises like a vacuum cleaner hit by a signal jammer, averted her eyes from our matching Aloha shirts.

“Me… mastering voice percussion.”

I was surprised, really. At your mentality, declaring that as voice percussion.

“I wanted to get closer to Akira-kun, to become a girl who could do anything, to feel a little closer to Akira-kun. Voice percussion and male voices were part of that effort.”

Why do love and effort always have to be misunderstood, I wonder (questioningly).

But, excluding the voice percussion, I was honestly astounded by that male voice. Having many skills is convenient, and this kind of person will never starve.

Their likability as a freeloader, plus about 10 or so.

“That male voice, you said you learned it in kindergarten, but who taught you something like that?”

Minatsuki-san twitched and hesitated before opening her mouth.

“…Momo-sensei.”

At that moment—her voice was heard.

—It’s for those children.

A voice that was gentle yet sad, evoking an unavoidable nostalgia. The voice of the person who doted on me, who had just lost his mother.

—Akira-kun, you are

That’s right, at that time, I was.

—Live for someone

Yes, that’s what I was told.

“…kun!?”

When I came to, I was drenched in sweat, clinging to the table. Showing weakness in front of a yandere is unlike me; I shook off the disorienting memory.

“Sorry… I’m running low on Natto Kinase.”

“To think that nattokinase would cause withdrawal symptoms! Isn’t subtilisin just a type of digestive enzyme!?”

Minatsuki-san, with a desperate look, hurried down the stairs, returning while mixing natto, and then slammed it right onto my face.

“Eat it!!”

Pure innocence (literally).

“Eat it!! You have to eat it!! Take in the Natto Kinase!!”

With my vision blocked by natto, all I could hear was her frantic screams. My mouth was forcibly pried open, and natto was endlessly poured in.

“Believe in natto!! Trust in natto!!”

Momo-sensei… I’m doing fine. Right now, I’m being force-fed natto by a yandere.

A few minutes later, what saved me, turned into something akin to how foie gras is made, was the radio on the desk.

“Darling”

The moment Fiene’s voice was heard, the Natto Kinase Fairy Minatsuki, who had turned me into a mess with natto, stopped in her tracks.

“I want to make a deal.”

After absorbing all the natto, I grabbed the radio.

“Sorry, but I see no obligation or meaning in making a deal with you. We’re having a pleasant meal here; you’re an enemy, so I won’t invite you to our Nappa (short for Natto Party). Ok?”

“Even if I say I’ll return those two to Darling without any conditions?”

I fell silent—unexpectedly.

As if waiting for that response, a chuckle came through the receiver.

“After all, if Darling hates me, I can’t live.

No matter how noble a person might be, they can’t live without clinging to something. It could be research, lust, a mission, or even genocide, noble or vulgar… For Fiene, it happens to be ‘Kirita Akira.'”

At this timing, releasing the hostages for free? What’s the benefit? Is it a trap? If so, we shouldn’t carelessly—

“I’ll tell you the location of the release point. Fiene won’t show her face. Won’t interfere. Won’t even speak. If I break this contract, Akira-kun can gut me in front of him.”

A soft sigh, almost like a smile, seemed to reach through the line without any barriers.

“Seppuku, that’s what it’s called, right? An old-fashioned way of taking responsibility in Japan.”

Her evasive way of speaking… It’s unclear what Fiene is aiming for. But, the conditions are too good for us.

“How can you guarantee you’ll keep that verbal promise?”

When Minatsuki-san interjected, her voice tone changed blatantly.

“Hello, lady. No matter how many chances you’re given, you won’t leave Akira-kun alone. Just like the American dandelion… In Japan, it’s called ‘Onamomi,’ right?

Do you know what Onamomi is called locally in Japan?”

“Just answer the question.”

“‘If broken, Darling will hate.’ Is there any more decorative way to say it?”

Maintaining silence, Minatsuki-san handed the radio back to me.

“A freeloader doesn’t forget a breach of contract.”

“To fight with one’s own shadow… Because you have doubts in your heart, you can’t even believe in the trivial things. Poor Darling.”

“This is Hawaii, use Japanese.”

” ‘Create doubts and doubts.’ Fii loves even the irrational parts of Darling. From the top of your head to the bottom of your soul, I want to fill you with love.”

With a feverish voice, Fiene whispered and then indicated the location. Minatsuki-san marked it on her map and nodded at me.

“…Well then, good luck.”

With those ominous words, the connection was cut.