I, Who Longs To Be A Dependent, Have Decided To Be Owned By A Yandere - Chapter 84

The Face of Goddess Who Speaks of Massacre

The inorganic sound of metal.

Coins are flicked, only to return to hand, spinning while radiating golden light, akin to the fluctuating sun.

“Fiene-sama”

The employer, a young girl, continues to idly flick the coin.

The face drawn on her thumbnail with manicure was eerie, and despite feeling an indescribable anxiety, the butler, as her servant, offered his advice to his master.

“Kiriyama Akira’s heart might be difficult to obtain. Not only are you removing the obstacles, those girls, but you’re also trying to seize his heart, using this situation.

Isn’t that rather reckless?”

“…1938, Burrhus Skinner.”

“Eh?”

Holding a 20-franc gold coin with the goddess’s profile on it—a toy not worth a few tens of thousands of yen—she spoke.

“A psychologist who began systematic studies of operant conditioning. Famous for the ‘Skinner Box’ experiment, where a mouse learns to press a lever to receive food, thus voluntarily performing the action”

“Like conditioning… Like disciplining a child…”

With a smile reminiscent of the goddess’, Fiene Almholz continued her story.

“Humans are dominated by their reward system. Bound by actions that bring happiness and ecstasy, stuffing themselves with pizza and cola until they die of lifestyle diseases. They act with the primary goal of engaging with beneficial stimuli, unaware that it leads to their ruin.”

Despite being outwitted by Kiriyama Akira  and having her hostage taken, she continued to speak of her knowledge, utterly composed.

He didn’t understand the meaning. It was precisely because he didn’t understand that he was drawn by curiosity, led by her face.

“Luring and Zugzwang… You don’t play chess, do you?”

Puzzled by the unfamiliar terms, Fii narrowed her eyes seductively.

“Chess terms, I often played with Papa.

Luring is sacrificing one of your pieces to gain a better one. And Zugzwang is forcing your opponent into a situation where they must make a move that worsens their position.”

Gradually understanding what she wanted to convey, the man felt a chill down his spine and rubbed his arms.

“Did you intentionally allow the hostage to be rescued? Anticipating it from the start?”

Fiene Almholz flicked the coin.

“Sadness and gladness succeed each other.”

He intuited—this girl must have been aware of the warehouse conditions within the villa. It’s improbable that she negligently let an area into which her lured opponent might enter expose the “trap” lurking underwater.

Instead, could it be that she anticipated Akira Kiritani entering the warehouse? To grant him a false victory, did she intentionally leave a set of diving equipment empty?

—Because it was the only choice.

Recalling Fii’s smile, he felt dominated by fear. The small girl in front of him seemed to swell several times larger.

“If they can’t see the strings being pulled, people will move like puppets. No matter how foolish the dance, they’ll perform a comedy on stage. Unaware they’re being manipulated, a momentary sense of victory satisfies their reward system.”

She laughs. She scoffs. She mocks.

As certain as the coin returning to her palm, Fiene Almholz continued her child’s play, her thumb laughing each time it stood up.

“What was thought to be useful becomes the harbinger of ruin… Yes, like the Trojan Horse… Once ignited, Akira-kun will become Fii’s…”

Overwhelmed by fear, he found his legs giving out. He never thought the act of laughing could evoke such terror.

“The one rescuing doesn’t anticipate bringing about destruction. Akira-kun shouldn’t have saved those two.”

The strongly flicked gold coin—disappeared into the sea.

After watching its fantastical trajectory, Fii stood up, the sun at her back, and a charming smile on her face.

“I’ll kill all the women.”

Unable to respond, he stiffened his face.

“After obtaining Akira-kun’s heart, I’ll dilute the murderous intent to the extent that Fii’s involvement is not suspected, then slowly grind them down over many years. I’ll kill them in such a way that Akira-kun’s affection is undoubtably poured entirely onto Fii. I’ll train his brain with dopamine so he cannot look at other women, fill the ventral tegmental area of his midbrain with love for Fii, then erase the concept of ‘woman’ from his hippocampus.”

The wind blew, swirling her pure black skirt. With a gesture as if from a movie scene, she gracefully lifted her hair.

“I’ll kill them all, along with that woman who took Papa.”

With a beautiful, beaming smile—he could say nothing, only trembling.

TLN : this is took time in the past, Fiene 5 step ahead prediction