My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 47

Crime and Punishment

“Alright, I win again. Seriously, Takizawa-kun, you’re really bad at games.”

“…That’s strange.”

I like games, and I have the same game we’re playing at home.

I also play it every day, so I thought there was no way I could lose…

“You’re lagging way behind. Takizawa-kun, you’re really clumsy, aren’t you?”

“……”

No matter how good Sumire is at games, I didn’t expect to lose by such a big margin.

I wonder if she’s modified the game or something.

It feels like every other computer player is on her side, ganging up on me.

Plus, it seems like all the good items only go to her.

Well, maybe I’m just making excuses for losing.

Anyway, I lost.

“So, it’s time for the penalty. Takizawa-kun, are you ready?”

“Well, it’s a promise…”

I brace myself for whatever penalty she’s about to impose on me.

Given her obsessive nature, to the point of handcuffing people, I’m sure she’s going to make some outrageous demands, and I simply can’t refuse.

I mean, all throughout the game, she kept mumbling to herself, ‘People who break promises should die, I’ll kill those who break promises, people who can’t keep promises are trash.’

Her eyes were intense.

Those unfocused, droning eyes that didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular.

Yet at the same time, those eyes had a determined look, as if they would never lose sight of their target.

I was pretty freaked out by such madness.

And then came the announcement of the penalty.

“Can you massage my shoulders?”

“Yes?”

“Come on, it’s a shoulder massage. You know, reading makes my shoulders stiff. Are you going to refuse? Even though you promised?”

“I’ll, I’ll do it.”

I had expected her to say something like not letting me sleep tonight or demanding my hands and feet would be tied by her.

So her request caught me off guard.

But with a bit of relief, I move behind her.

Slowly, as I reach out to touch her neckline, my heartbeat races, and my hand stops.

“What’s wrong? Hurry up and massage my shoulders.”

“B-but…”

“Are you wondering if it’s okay to touch me? Hehe, such a gentleman. It’s okay, it’s just my shoulders.”

“……”

The way she looks up at me is intimidating.

Those sharp eyes, as if she wouldn’t tolerate even a refusal to touch.

No, in this context, it’s more like she wouldn’t tolerate a broken promise.

Either way, doing nothing in this situation seems impossible.

Bracing myself, I gently place my hands on her shoulders.

Then, she lets out a soft ‘Anh!’

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

“Mmm, it’s okay. I was just surprised because your hands are cold. Can you continue?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Slowly, I put more pressure with my thumbs.

As I do, my fingers sink into her shoulders.

The smooth sensation of a girl’s skin makes my heart beat even faster.

With just a little more reach, I could touch… such naughty thoughts cross my mind.

Then, looking back at me with a smile, she said,

“You can touch more than just my shoulders, you know?”