After Reaching the Happy Ending, I Was Locked up by the Extremely Possessive Heroines I Had Conquered - Chapter 42: The End for Suggesting to a Silent Silver-Haired Girl That We Leave the Island

Chapter 42: The End for Suggesting to a Silent Silver-Haired Girl That We Leave the Island

Mahiru, then Toa, and finally, it was Satori’s turn.

To be honest, I had a feeling a battlefield was coming, but if I tried to leave without saying anything, there was a nine-out-of-ten chance I’d end up locked up. So I really wanted to persuade her gently somehow.

That’s why I was visiting the shrine.

After parting with Toa, I went back home once, then left the house again to come here.

The thing was, I didn’t know where Satori was. She hadn’t gone back to the house, and she wasn’t at the annex either.

So I decided to check with Mahiru as a long shot.

Then Mahiru fiddled with some monitor and found traces that Satori had headed to the shrine.

Once again, I felt the terror of surveillance cameras, and I couldn’t hold back tears at how my little sister had turned into such a dangerous person.

That said, thanks to it, I could meet Satori face-to-face, which was a fact.

“……………………”

A quiet calm hung over the shrine grounds.

The sunset lit up the main hall, dyeing it red, and though it should have felt sacred, it somehow looked ominous.

I figured that was because her back view, standing alone in front of the small building, was pulling my eyes that way.

“Satori, what are you doing there?”

I called out to her in as cheerful a voice as I could manage.

Then Satori opened her mouth, like she’d been waiting for those exact words.

“I’ve been waiting.”

“…For who?”

Satori turned around slowly.

She locked eyes with me sharply.

“–For Akira.”

She muttered shortly.

The sunset colored her cheek. Shadows covered half her face, so I could barely read her expression.

Still, I could tell her mouth was curved in a slight smile.

That figure was so beautiful, yet why did it feel this creepy?

I broke into a cold sweat but hid my unease and said casually.

“What a coincidence. I’ve been looking for you too, Satori.”

“–It’s no coincidence. This is fate.”

“Huh?”

“I knew Akira would come. Because I’ve been watching you all day today.”

At that moment, a chill ran down my spine.

Satori’s eyes pierced straight through me.

Without even blinking, they fixed on my eyes–on that one spot alone.

“You know, Akira, you can’t escape. It doesn’t matter who you team up with or who you try to convince. You’re with me on this island until you die.”

She approached slowly.

Every time her footsteps crunched on the gravel, my heartbeat pounded harder.

“–With me on this island until you die.”

Satori repeated that line, then attached something to my arm, which had gone rigid with fear.

A cold sensation spread to my wrist.

“…………………………”

For a second, I couldn’t grasp what had happened.

But when I looked down, silver handcuffs covered my wrist completely, and I realized I’d been caught just like that.

“Satori?!”

“I can’t hold back anymore. Starting today, Akira, you’re under lockdown.”

“No, no, no, this time I haven’t even done anything yet–”

“I know everything?”

“……………………”

“I know it all.”

Satori snapped handcuffs onto her own wrist too, and with a click, our arms linked by one chain.

She smiled, looking satisfied at the sight.

–This is bad.

This was a problem before I could even try persuading her.

Even as I thought that, her intensity knocked the fight out of me, and I couldn’t move a muscle.

It looked like I was done for.

*

To be honest, I don’t remember much of what happened after that.

Suddenly, a voice like Uncle’s came from behind me, saying “Sorry about this,” then my vision went dark, and in a blink, someone dragged me off somewhere.

When my vision finally cleared, I was in some rundown house.

The windows were boarded up with thick wooden planks, letting in hardly any light. And to top it off, the entrance was a special iron door.

Where the hell was this place?

When did it even get built?

The questions didn’t stop, but the chains on my ankles kept me from moving, so I couldn’t check even if I wanted to.

And that’s how I ended up on day three of lockdown life, with no sign of release in sight.

Satori would pop in now and then and just unilaterally repeat “It’s Akira’s fault” over and over.

And as if that wasn’t enough, she’d wreck my dignity on top of it.

This was the second time around, so I barely held onto my human shape, but the fear of not knowing when it’d end, plus the screams leaking from the next room, stirred up my anxiety.

Listen to it now. A man’s scream and a woman’s laughter drifted from the room next door.

“………………………………”

I didn’t care if the lockdown room was in an apartment or a standalone house, but at least they could bother with some soundproofing.

Having other people hear my dignity get wrecked was a privacy violation, you know?

The fact that it’s getting heard is the dignity wrecking itself, you know?

Even if it caused neighbor trouble, I couldn’t move to fix it, you know?

So at least soundproof it, soundproof–

“Akira, why are you looking away from me?”

“No, because the voices from next door–”

“I’m the one locking you up. Paying attention to anyone but me is cheating.”

“It’s not like I can help it if I hear them!”

“Akira who cheats needs punishment as penalty.”

Satori shot me a fierce look while carefully reaching for my shirt with precise movements.

“Hey, wait. If I can hear the voices over there, that means they can hear us too, right? That’s no good.”

“Shame play is part of the punishment too, you know?”

“Did Aunt influence you again…”

This was hopeless. No point trying to talk now.

Realizing resistance was pointless, I just stared quietly as she undressed me.

Once my upper body was bare, she licked her tongue over me while straddling.

Pierced by that sharp gaze, I stared at the ceiling to escape reality.

…Ah, this won’t do.

Today too, she’d wreck my dignity.

She’d strip me, straddle, ravage me one-sidedly. Chant “Akira is mine” endlessly.

By carving the power dynamic not just into my mind but my body, she chipped away at my will to resist. Even the urge to escape vanished.

And in the end, I could only think of Satori.

“Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine Akira is mine…”

That was the brainwashing method Aunt came up with.

Man, that’s why the big three families are like this.