Nagae Yukiko was in despair. She was already in a dungeon where man-eating monsters strutted about. But of all things unlucky, the one she had to pair up with turned out to be Yokomichi Haji.
The title, Gross Otaku, wouldn’t fit anyone better than him.
If it’s only a passive interest in ani, manga or gas, most boys would be involved in at least one of those. Even Souma Yuuto, alongside his wholeso practice of kendo, would on occasion, play video gas, enjoy manga, chat with his classmates on those topics; getting a disapproving word from his sister on as a result.
There were also boys with a greater than average interest in the domain. In Yukiko’s eyes, the mismatched pair that was Momokawa Kotarou and Saitou Masaru would be described as normal otaku, and most others in class likely thought so too. There were plenty of other otaku-ish boys around, so these two never stood out. They were basically living quiet, non-outstanding, peaceful school lives, where they wouldn’t cause any trouble unless it was sothing big, and in addition, never inspired any disgust from others, making them accepted as mbers of the sa class.
But in stark contrast, there was Yokomichi Haji. Even though Saitou Masaru was similar to him, being fat in addition to being an otaku, the forr wasn’t hated. In fact, his over-excitable personality actually gathered a positive impression of him in class.
Yokomichi Haji and Saitou Masaru. The fundantal difference between the two, in complete honesty, would be in their character. Yukiko didn’t know what was going on in Haji’s mind, and neither did she wish to know. But considering that he would repeatedly cause problems in class, it would be fair to brand him as ill-mannered.
Every word of his ca out as complaints. Always cynical, never focused, denying everything. On the spring of entering section 7 of their 2nd year in highschool, Saitou Masaru, as a fellow otaku, called out to Haji who stayed in his loneso. In response,
“— Tch!! This is why I hate filthy casuals!”
Snapped Haji, and Masaru, predictably, also got mad, starting off a dispute. Yukiko should know, she was there when it happened.
It didn’t devolve to the point where the horoom teacher would intervene, or they would be sent to the counseling room, but Haji would often get into similar squabbles with other people in class too.
Thus, co the dawn of Golden Week, he attained the nickna of Porky. The boys hated his self-important guts, and the girls detested his simply ugly appearance. Yokomichi Haji was thus, isolated. Like the saying goes: let the sleeping dogs lie, as such, it never turned into bullying and everyone simply ignored him. But this in fact protected the peace of Class 2-7. Since basically, Haji never called out to anyone himself.
“Here, Yukiko. We only got walnuts, so eat up”
And at present, that Haji was behaving as if he was her closest friend— No, as if he was her lover, he was being insistently over-familiar. For the already weak-willed Yukiko, that act itself was incredibly terrifying.
“Ah... Mm, thanks...”
With trembling finger tips, she received the fairy walnut from Haji’s hand. Those hands that had just now finished murdering Goma were dabbed in plenty of blood. Naturally, the walnut grasped by such a hand would also be... But Yukiko couldn’t allow herself to shout, "That’s filthy!" in refusal.
“— Hii!?”
Yet, she ended up letting out a small scream because, the next mont, Haji grabbed her hand. Even when simply touching with her fingertips gave her such an awful sense of repugnance, having her whole hand tightly grasped gave her psychological damage akin to cockroaches crawling all over her palm.
“Ah, my bad, it’s just”
‘Just’ what exactly? She had no interesting in what sort of flawed logic in his brain made Haji suddenly grab a girl’s hand he’s not even close with. But she at least understood that such an action doesn’t ‘Just happen’ and she realized the ulterior implications behind it.
“Yukiko, your hand’s, so warm”
Her spine chilled over. The feeling struck her like lightning, the feeling that, as a girl, her body was in danger.
But the frail Yukiko could do nothing but stiffly shake her shoulders. She could, in no way, draw back her hand.
“N-not really... They’re, normal”
Her only form of resistance was a curt response. She must not let this man see her fear. Much less her disgust, that, she absolutely cannot hint at.
“I’ll never let go of this hand. Yukiko, I’ll always protect you...”
Spouting incomprehensible and unreasonable bogus, Haji reluctantly lets go of Yukiko’s hand.
“Uuu... Uu...”
Finished with their unsavory al of walnuts and water, Haji had fallen asleep, and Yukiko finally got a chance to wash her hands. She kept her hands sunk in the chilled fountain water, unconcerned with her fingers numbing from the tips, simply needing with wash, cleanse, and purify herself.
“I hate this... I can’t, stand it anymore...”
Yokomichi Haji was strong. He was wholly relying on the power of his Warrior calling, but he, nonetheless, brought out its potential and wielded it as his own.
He had the gall to tell her, ‘I’ll protect you’, with his stinking breath, so at the very least he seed to have concern for her safety. In fact, whenever they encountered any monsters, Haji would keep Yukiko behind him and hunt down those beasts with determination. Despite the fact that he looked like a psychotic killer intoxicated in blood and violence, it was also fact that he actually protected Yukiko from those fearso monsters.
As long as she was with Haji, she would be much safer than if she was alone. She could live without a constant fear for her life.
In spite of that, this situation, where Yukiko was alone together with Haji was, as a young woman, presenting an unprecedented danger to the thing most important after her life.
Haji had yet to co on to her forcefully. But, having her head stroked, and just before, with her hand... His actions were clearly escalating.
She wasn’t one to boast an abundance of experience with n, but Yukiko could at least tell when one’s gaze was muddied in desire. She was not interested in whether Yokomichi Haji was truly in love with her, but she couldn’t help but realize how he was lusting after the her like a dog in heat.
If Yokomichi Haji had a forceful personality like Higuchi Kyouya, he would have no doubt had his way with her upon arrival at their first fairy square. Against the practiced Warrior, Yukiko, who didn’t even have the courage to shoot a monster with her ice magic, had no hope of resisting. Once Haji felt like it, Yukiko would most definitely be violated.
Perhaps, she should just give up, accepting him could beco a guarantee in it’s own right, she thought. It was as if Haji was thinking he had beco the protagonist in a shonen manga, and as a result, he was trying very hard to act cool in front of her. That was the scary part. There was no way of telling when he would attack, when his lust would overco his reason. No, that ti may not be far, that fate would surely befall her soon enough.
Her small hope would be if they could et up with other classmates before then... But Yukiko couldn’t honestly rely on that either. Looking at how Haji was behaving, he might as well consider others as obstacles and remove them. Remove, or otherwise said, he could straight out murder them. Yukiko could quite easily imagine those classmates who ignored him having their heads lopped off by Haji’s blood-sared greatsword.
She wanted to escape. She wanted release from the curse that was Yokomichi Haji. But she couldn’t help but be terrified of the hell that would surely co after.
“Please, soone... Anyone, save ...”
But this ti, God didn’t answer Yukiko’s pleas.
And then, That ti finally arrived.
“— Yukiko I’m, in lo-LaLuh-love with you, so”
After beating a particularly large red dog, one so called boss monster, they had teleported from the transfer circle in that room and arrived at a new fairy square. And upon arrival, suddenly, and without any rhy or reason, a blood-soaked Haji spoke those words.
“Eh...”
She had expected this. Yet, there was no way she could be prepared for it... Yukiko ending up desperately limiting her expression to only surprise.
“I Love you so... I’m d-doing it, Alright?”
Haji takes hold of Yukiko’s small shoulders with his dirty, bloody hands.
“Hii!! NN-O...”
She couldn’t think. Haji’s words of confession, these were in essence, a telling sign that he had reached the limits of his reason.
“I can do it right? RIGHT?”
Little by little, his grip on her shoulders tightened. It was painful.
“NO—”
Rather than physical pain, it was her ntal agony that was being tested. Her life may be at risk, but she realized that she simply couldn’t let Haji have his way with her.
It was possible that her pride as a woman had, just then, overco her fear.
“—NOO!!”
Mustering strength in her slender arms, Yukiko pushed away at Haji. Naturally, his already 100 kilogram mass, along with his newfound strength as a Warrior ant that Haji’s body wouldn’t budge. Insdead, Yukiko herself staggered, but succeeded in escaping from his hands.
“Eh, huh?... w-Why...”
Haji stared dumbfounded at his hands that had been made to let go, sohow utterly bewildered. Perhaps he never even dread that he would be rejected.
“I-I have... soone I, like...”
The phrase coming out of her mouth was of the most orthodox in rejecting a confession of love.
“huh, HAh!? You’re... kidding ”
“It’s true”
It was no lie. Nagae Yukiko being in love, was the unfiltered truth.
“N-no way, Souma—”
“It’s not Souma-kun”
“Then, it’s Tendou!?”
“No, not him either... I like, no well... I’m already, dating him”
“Wuh... What the hell... The Fuck are you on about, no Way, Who is it then!?”
“— Higuchi-kun”
That too, was no lie. In complete and utter truth, Nagae Yukiko loved Higuchi Kyouya, a boy of the sa class, and furthermore, they were in a relationship.
“Ha, HahA... No, damn, way... That’s gotta be a lie, almost got ”
Haji’s reaction would probably be the sa as anyone in their class.
Nagae Yukiko, an unremarkable, plain, quiet girl. Higuchi Kyouya, if one doesn’t count exceptions like Souma Yuuto and Tendou Ryuichi, he would rank towards the top in class, and for better or worse, possessed a powerful character. If put in a school caste system, the boy and girl would no doubt be in completely separate levels.
In fact, the two had no point of intersection in their school lives. And there was no one claiming they saw them talking to each other in class either.
“I’m not lying, I really am in a relationship with Higuchi-kun”
“Lies! Lies, lies, there’s no damn way... You got no fucking Proof!”
“I have it”
Yukiko withdrew from her pocket, her smartphone that she had turned off upon her arrival at the dungeon. Her ghastly pale fingers softly opened a digital picture album.
“Here, this is a picture from our first date”
What was projected there was a scene that would be impossible to find in the 2-7 classroom. An image showing a joyful couple, Nagae Yukiko and Higuchi Kyouya, their bodies in close proximity.
It was likely a holiday, as they were both in their everyday clothes. Yukiko looked as plain as ever, while Kyouya stood out with his flashy silver accessories. Looking at them together, no one would think that they suited each other but, Yukiko’s shy, bashful expression, alongside Higuchi’s strangely giddy face made the two of them appear as though they were truly happy together.
“No way... Yukiko, with fucking Higuchi... With that fucking DQN...”
“Please don’t say that about Higuchi-kun (my boyfriend)”
“B-boyfriend... N-noh-NO fuckkin’ WAY! SHUT UP, that’s a Lie and you Know it. , you’re ssing with , you just wanna Trick , don’t You!?”
Suddenly shouting, Haji snatched away Yukiko’s article of proof that was her phone.
“Ah, don’t—”
Haji’s stubby, blackened fingers thus rcilessly disclosed the maiden’s hidden away mories. Indeed, Yukiko’s phone not only had that one picture of those two together, but had many other wonderful scenes together with her boyfriend preserved inside.
Things like the ti when they first started going out, they were at a nearby shopping mall where they almost ran into the Souma siblings, and had to quickly hide away. Things like at the beach, at the pool, at the festival, all those sumr vacation events that could be called cliche yet were utterly thrilling to do together with him.
And finally, like the ti they first did the deed, her first, at so point in the sumr.
“Ah, a...uaAAAA...”
Making a face of anguish as if he’d just seen sothing otherworldly levels of disgusting, Haji groaned, and released the phone from sheer shock. The still lit screen showed the couple, in bed, naked, and holding each other close.
“wh-h-Hoh-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRE!!”
It was no different from a beast’s roar. Haji’s sudden howl was easily overshadowing the recently defeated boss red dog’s cry.
“youUUU, stiNKIN’ WHOOORREE! T-thought you could Trick , did yooOUUUUUUUUUU!”
“— Eis Shield!?”
As if he had transford into an animal, he kept saying incomprehensible things while furiously charging at her... Which she just barely stopped with a shield of ice.
“Bugeh!?”
Having slamd face first into the bulky wall of ice, Haji staggered and yelped like a frog being stomped on.
However, a Warrior’s charge was no small force. Despite him bashing against the ice wall like an idiot, the thick ice had suffered a crack.
“ Eis Mist!”
She invoked her specialty without a mont’s delay. From the beginning, Yukiko only had this to escape from monsters.
“Fuck! Oi, where’d you Go, where Are you, Yukikooo! I’ll never forgive you, fucking bitch, acting all proper to Decieve , you putrid stinking Whore, try’na Honeytrap E!”
Along with the foul and hateful language, because she had beco a mage, Yukiko could feel it. She could feel beyond the pure white mist, the presence of raging mana. Mana wasn’t only the energy used to invoke spells, but also served as the source of the superhuman strength dwelling in a Warrior. This effect applied for humans and monsters alike.
This magical presence acted as a form of bloodlust, warning Yukiko of her greatest crisis yet. She had no choice but to escape, even if it ant leaving the safety of the fairy square.
“Hah... Hahh!”
She simply ran through the stone passages. Run, run as she may, the ever-encroaching voice never got far away. It was fortunate that Haji never attained any speed enhancing, or as he called it, Mobility Boosting Skill, but since he had nigh inexhaustible stamina from his Toughness, loosing him proved difficult. Haji was slow on his legs, but Yukiko wasn’t fast either. If she was a runner like Natsukawa Minami, she could have zipped away without trouble, but Yukiko was a genuine bookworm, and in addition, had a mage class. Running fast was asking too much of her.
“Hah... Hahh, Ah!?”
And ultimately, Yukiko’s luck had run out. At the end of a narrow alley-like stone path, she ended up... At a dead end.
“Bufuh... BuFuh... Yukikoo... Wait dammiit, yukikoOOOO”
Revenge. This is my revenge after having everything betray , my rightful vengeance.
Nagae Yukiko. She made a big mistake betraying my pure love. I won’t forgive her, never, I won’t forgive you... Fuck, you fucking closet slut bitch. NTR is seriously shit, fucking terrible.
“— Fuuh, Fuh, Bueeeh, oh, Oh HEY, It’s a Dead End”
At the end of a long passage, there was a dark, dreary, stone-built room. This dungeon has a ton of these things, rooms that don’t go anywhere. There’s no hidden doors or passages, and as long as no place is collapsed, it’d serve as a dead end.
In other words, standing in front of this one entrance to the room ans, Yukiko’s been perfectly cornered.
“Eheh, Yukikoo...”
This is for revenge, so Yukiko can’t complain no matter what I do. I can do anything to her and it won’t be my fault. Yukiko, my precious Yukiko, right now I have the right to do anything to you... That’s right, anything.
“Y-Yukiko...”
I entered the room. In this dark, classroom-sized room, I quickly find Yukiko. She has nowhere left to run, so she’s probably given up, and is huddled up in a corner.
The room’s already murky as hell. I can barely see the corners but... Yukiko’s fair, slender arms stand out in the minuscule amount of light.
“I-It’s too Late to apologize ok... This is all your Fault... Y-you had the nerve to get a Boyfriend without telling ... Worse still, it had to be fucking Higuchi... You’re over, bitch!?”
I was at the peak of rage, and was about to pounce onto the seated down Yukiko when, I noticed. First, I picked up the sll. I’ve been getting very familiar with this scent these few days.
Then, I saw. The pool up blood spreading under Yukiko.
“Sh-she’s dead...”
You’re kidding... L-legit? Yukiko’s legit, dead?
“H-how co...”
I don’t get it. I have no idea, but I’m getting shivers. My legs were shaking but I edged closer to Yukiko even while staggering.
“Uahh, she’s literally... dead”
Blood, was coming out of Yukiko’s neck. It was still vividly pouring out. Must’ve stabbed it just recently.
There’s a blood-stained knife in her right hand. This is the one I gave her as a gift for self defense, a relatively good quality goma knife. She stabbed this into her throat, no doubt.
And tightly gripped in her left hand was... a mo pad?
“Ah, Fuck this... Y-you really liked Higuchi that much more than , fuuuck...”
On the mo pad, there were pictures of Yukiko and Higuchi kissing while hugging, no, there was a heart drawn on the part where their lips touched, shitty photo booth (purikura) pics. Stuff like, ‘Yukiko, Kyouya, one year anniversary, we’ll be together forever
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