All the Heroines Who Showed Their Overwhelming Emotions on Me Have Mentally Broken Down and Gone Insane, so Now My Only Choice Is to Pamper Them Endlessly to Avoid Total Chaos — Sweets Work Best on Lovesick Heroines

Chapter 12: To the Heroine Who Comes to Imprison Me

“What are you planning to do…?”

Terror made his teeth chatter uncontrollably.

The senior said nothing in response. She merely lifted the corners of her lips into a crescent moon shape.

“Heh heh…”

Eh. What.

Am I seriously going to get killed…?

No, that can’t happen no matter what. After all, she said she would give me a smartphone… You wouldn’t normally say that to someone you planned to kill.

But even if she didn’t kill me, she might still torture me or something… After all, she’s the type who imprisons people without a second thought, and the senior seems like she might enjoy blood and all that…

Eh. No way. I hate pain.

He twisted his body desperately in a fight for his life.

“Da… Somebodyyy!”

But the chains merely scraped against each other, and the restraints did not budge an inch.

“Moving around is dangerous. Please stay still.”

“St-stop…”

The blade touched his uniform.

Rip, riiip…

The clothes covering his upper body were sliced open, along with the undershirt he wore beneath.

“Hey! My uniform!”

“I’ve already bought a new one. The size should be perfect.”

That’s not the issue at all!

But if he resisted, it seemed like she would cut his skin, so he could only stiffen his body. His exposed upper body was laid bare to the chilly underground air.

“Senior…?”

The utility knife was placed on the ground. That probably meant its job was done.

After that, the senior reached for her own uniform.

“Eh… What are you…”

Ignoring his question, the senior proceeded with undressing.

The line of her shoulders. Her upper arms. Her slender waist came into view, along with a small navel.

The only thing covering her upper body was a single piece of lace underwear, and the boundary with her skirt felt strangely vivid.

“Aotori-kun.”

“Eek…!”

She crept up to his chest. Taking a position on all fours like a cat, the senior wrapped her arms around his back.

And then,

“I’ve always wanted to do this.”

She squeezed tightly.

Bare skin pressed directly against bare skin. The softness through her underwear clung to him in an embrace so tight it felt like it would flatten.

It was warm. For some reason out of place, that’s what he thought.

“I really wanted to do this all along too. It’s always Amami-san who gets to…”

“Huh… Huh…?”

“To have your body, Aotori-kun, all to myself.”

“That’s scary scary scary…!”

The senior’s chin rested on his shoulder. Her hair brushed against his skin, tickling it.

“More than that, um… Wh-what… do you think…?”

When he tilted his gaze diagonally as if looking at his own shoulder, he caught sight of her earlobe, flushed bright red.

At that moment, he regained his composure.

It wasn’t just her voice. Senior Yami’s body was trembling all over.

“Even with this, you still can’t come to like me…? Th-then—”

“No, um.”

“Squeeze, squeeeeze…”

It was less like hugging someone you loved and more like clinging desperately to something frightening on instinct.

“…………”

Her body was rigid, and her movements were more awkward than could be imagined.

Amami would hug him all the time, but the senior was someone who hesitated with physical contact.

Maybe this person is surprisingly innocent, and her only issue is that abnormal drive to act?

“Wh-what… do you think…? Doesn’t this make you head over heels for me…?”

The intimidating presence from before was gone. If he pushed a little from his side, it felt like he could easily talk her into anything.

It didn’t sit right with him to take advantage of someone’s affection like that…

But he was the one being imprisoned here. To get through this situation, he had no choice.

Sorry, senior.

“Yami-senpai.”

“Y-yes!”

The senior’s body jolted upward.

“I have a proposal.”

“A pr-proposal…?”

“How about I hug you instead, in exchange for releasing me from these restraints?”

…How about that. He knew it was an incredibly arrogant thing to say, but since the other party was Senior Yami, it should have at least some effect.

Actually, it had to work, or he was in trouble. He absolutely refused to live a life of imprisonment.

Please, let it work…

“――――”

The senior pulled her face away from his neck with a jerk. She stared at him with blinking eyes for a moment, then flushed red as if steam might rise from her face.

“Really!? From you, Aotori-kun!? To me!?”

Yes. It was working. He wouldn’t let this momentum go to waste.

“Yes. But after that, please let me go home properly. And the smartphone and uniform—new ones.”

“Got it! Right away! I’ll unlock you now!”

The senior pulled a key from her pocket. She bent down busily toward the chains connecting his wrists and ankles.

“Oh, uh? The keyhole… Wait a moment, please…”

She was too frantic and couldn’t get it right.

“Calm down.”

“Y-yes! I’m the calmest I’ve ever been! So calm—ah, I had the wrists and ankles switched!”

She was the least calm she’d ever been.

Eventually, the handcuffs came off. Next, the ankle cuffs. Now he was free.

He stood up on the spot and dangled his limbs to get the blood flowing again.

He had no idea how wonderful it was to move freely… He learned to appreciate what he had.

Well then—.

He looked down at the senior, who sat there primly with her knees together.

“Um… Aotori-kun… Are you really going to do it…?”

The senior looked up at him with longing eyes. From above, the cleavage between her breasts looked even more alluring.

He averted his gaze. But since he had said he would, he had to hug her.

“For now, it’s a promise. Make sure you compensate me properly for the uniform and smartphone.”

He lowered himself to sit in front of the senior. What, hugs were just a greeting in other countries. Better to get it over with quickly.

“Excuse me.”

“Eek!”

When he wrapped his arms around her back, the senior’s body stiffened up again.

“Ah… Ahh… Aotori-kun is… hugging me…”

He could feel her body temperature rising sharply. When he pulled back to look at her face, her eyes swirled in a daze.

“Are you okay?”

“I-I’m f-fine… So… so veeery haaapy…”

She responded in a slurred mumble, then her head drooped forward limply.

“Senior!?”

“Fweh… Ehehe…”

With her eyes closed, she drooled and let her nosebleed flow freely. She had fainted from sheer happiness. Could that really happen…?

It was a hard floor, which he felt sorry about, but he gently laid the senior down right there.

Imprisoned, clothes sliced open, half-naked hug… and in the end, the other person fainted. That’s how it wrapped up.

“What is this…?”

It felt like escaping death by a hair or like a total letdown—he couldn’t sort out his emotions.

But he did learn one thing in this moment.

He never wanted an incident like today’s to happen again, but if the other party was the senior, he could probably get through crises by offering just the right amount of sweetness.

Of course, that was just borrowing safety in advance. The more sweetness he gave, the more the backlash would spike the danger level in the future… But naturally, dying in the future was better than dying now.

“…………”

It suddenly occurred to him. Would this work on Amami or Iori too? Well, those two probably wouldn’t go as far as imprisonment, at least.

…Huh.

For some reason, it felt like he had just opened a door he shouldn’t have. Like he had pondered possibilities he shouldn’t consider—that fragile unease settled over him.

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[Raimu Tendo]

Dependency: ★★☆☆☆

Danger: ☆☆☆☆☆

Menhera: ☆☆☆☆☆

[Yami Ayakura] (Change noted)

Dependency: ★★★☆☆

Danger: ★★★★☆ → ★★☆☆☆

Menhera: ★★★★☆ → ★★☆☆☆

[Iori Ototsuka]

Dependency: ★★★☆☆

Danger: ★★★☆☆