When I opened my eyes, feeling like utter crap, I was on a dusty floor.
This is the other world and that other world was a dream. When I first got here, I used to wake up every morning shouting, This other world rocks! I’m winning at life!
But I felt like I would never have a morning like that ever again. I was about to cry.
“That was a little scary, maybe...”
I heard something swaying as well as the voice. I hadn’t realized it, but there was someone else there.
When I looked up, I saw panties.
The other world is the best.
My emotions were splintering after the weird dream, but this healed them right back up. I remembered my situation. Those panties and that butt had to belong to Mama Lupe. I was inside the shed.
Apparently Mama had found Kizuha’s secret entrance; she was leaving through it.
Wait, did she see me in suspended animation? Did she find out I was a social poppybat blood drinker? If that were the case, Kizuha, Dick, and everything might come out, too... That would be all kinds of awful.
I could hear Dick’s little insect-like cry. When I turned just my head to look, the tip of Dick and Kizuha’s hand were waving from the pitfall I had gotten trapped in earlier.
Thankfully, my lower body wasn’t tied up. I zoomed out of the shed and dove into the pit. It was a good hiding place.
Holding Dick, Kizuha gazed at me with upturned eyes. I thought I should complain about how whenever she got emotional she made me drink blood, but I decided to just thank her for pointing out this spot to me for the time being.
“Thanks.”
“Mm.” She squeezed Dick and buried her face in him. My dick twitched.
More importantly though, what’s going on? The blood and Dick and everything is still a secret, right?
“Whaaaaaaat?!”
I heard two girls scream in the shed. What? What’s going on?
I tried to poke my head out, but Kizuha pulled me back down. “What’ll you do if they find you? Please just stay hidden.”
“But what’s even going on? Is it really okay for us to hide here like this?”
“There’s no time, so I’ll explain later. For now, no one knows about Dick or the poppybat blood. But next they might look in my room, so put Dick back in the shed. If I don’t get back there, we could have issues.”
“Oh, yeah... Before that, could you untie me? Fricking Haru’s so good at this freaky rope-tying...”
Finally free of the high-schooler girl’s turtle bondage (somehow I felt like I lost something important in exchange), I could catch my breath.
Freedom rules. Or more like, this other world rules.
“Sorry you had to go through all that for Dick and me... You must be hungry.”
“Huh?”
“Here, eat this.”
Kizuha had a piece of cake for some reason.
Hmm. Maybe it’s rude to say it this way, but I could only think it was poison.
“It’s not even mine. Lupe and Haru were handing it out. Dunno why. But there happened to be one leftover.”
“Oh. Well, thanks.”
Ngh, it’s so sweet. I mean, I’m hungry, so I’ll eat it, but I’m not really that into desserts. I guess girls like this kind of thing, though.
Kizuha was staring at my face for some reason. When I said, “Didn’t you have to leave or we’ll have issues?” she answered, “I’m going!” all flustered.
But before she left, she kissed my cheek. “Let’s do all we can. We have to protect Dick.”
When Mama and Haru went toward the road, Kizuha went back to the brothel. Watching her go, or more like, checking out her ass, I thought about something I had been wondering recently.
She sure is a kissing monster lately. Has she gotten so few customers she’s changing up her business strategy?
I won’t be hooked by such a blatant tactic. The only thing that moves me is the uncalculating sincerity of Mama Lupe.
I was thinking that, hiding in the shed and reluctantly eating my cake, when Haru found me and turtle-tied me again. What is with her? She always gets mad so far after the fact.
Kizuha invited me to go to the lake.
I didn’t really mind, but apparently Haru went on a trip with Kiyori, so there were chances to have lunch alone with Mama Lupe. When I said it was a little inconvenient, though, I got my hand bitten.
This chick pisses me off. Well, whatever. I can just tell Mama I might be late tomorrow.
At the lake, I played with Kizuha and Dick. It felt sort of weird, or like, peaceful. And maybe because of all that had happened, it seemed like Kizuha and I were growing closer?
For some reason, even though it was nearly noon, we never got sick of playing around. And after the fishers and other neighborhood people left, on the empty lakeside...
We kissed.
When I got on top of her and touched her chest, she didn’t even seem to mind. Actually, she made noises that sounded happy.
That surprised me, and I pulled away. My heart was pounding. What am I doing?
“...What’s wrong?” Kizuha asked.
“You know what’s wrong.”
This isn’t how our relationship is, and it would be unfair to Mama Lupe.
When I told her that, she said, “But Lupe sleeps with other guys,” and came at me aggressively.
Mama Lupe and Haru are both prostitutes. If someone asked if that didn’t bother me, well, I couldn’t say I was 100% okay with it. I wasn’t. That’s why I didn’t sleep with Mama.
“That’s because they’re sex workers. It’s their job. But there’s something even more important between a man and a woman than sleeping together. I’m just saying I choose that.”
That’s right. They’re sex workers, so if I just wanted to do them, it’d be easy. But I realized recently that in terms of the routes, it would just be a throwaway event, not even contributing to triggering anything or their affection level. Not only would it not have any romantic effects, it could even leave a bad impression depending on our physical conditions.
I think the daytime date events are safer and more effective for finishing her route. And I can distinguish myself from other guys that way.
So I was doing that. I figured I could get Mama Lupe pretty soon.
“Hmm. I have no idea what you’re saying. You really are weird,” said Kizuha as she smoothed out her clothes.
Yeah, to tell the truth I don’t really get it either. I’ve never finished a girl’s route in real life before.
“Hey, Weirdo Rain.”
“It’s Endless.”
“So if I quit being a prostitute, you would have sex with me?”
“Huh? You’re quitting?”
“I’m saying if I did.”
What? But if we had sex and I wasn’t paying her, that would mean we’re...
“Let’s go back.” She turned around and walked away.