I Got Reincarnated as the Scummy Dude Who Sends NTR Video Letters to Otaku Guys in Erotic Manga, But When I Tried to Steal His Girlfriend, I Accidentally Hooked Up with Her Twin Sister Instead

Chapter 17: Last Resort

[Side: Futaba Yui]

I messed up.

Someone saw me going into Nedori-kun’s apartment.

And of all people, it had to be that Otaku.

This is bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad.

Otaku guys have loose lips.

They usually don’t have friends to blab to, that’s the only reason they keep quiet, but they’re the type who spill everything super easy.

Especially if big sister asks—he’d probably tell her anything.

I threatened him just in case, but who knows how much that’ll actually work.

Big sister likes Otaku way too much anyway. She notices even the tiniest change in him. It was only a matter of time before the secret came out.

—Pretty soon big sister’s gonna find out I’ve got Nedori-kun locked up.

That’s exactly why I had to hurry.

I needed to make him confess everything right now—then either we die together, or I make things official between us. One or the other.

“……………………”

Honestly, after four days of this lockdown life, I’m almost completely sure.

—The Nedori-kun who saved me back then is the same Nedori-kun right now.

I don’t know what the old Nedori-kun was like, but no doubt about it—this guy right here is everything to me.

So maybe I don’t actually need him to confess for real anymore. That part probably isn’t the most important thing.

Still… I really wanted to hear it straight from his mouth.

The fact that he’s hiding something from me is what makes me anxious. He has to tell me everything, I have to accept everything, and our minds have to connect completely.

Just physical connection wasn’t enough for me.

So today I’m settling this once and for all.

—Day five of confinement.

I’m definitely gonna make Nedori-kun fall for me.

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“Uo?”

“How’s it feel? Getting all tingly yet?”

“No no no, not tingly—terrified. Like, physically and socially terrified.”

The morning of day five was brutal.

I woke up, clothes already gone, ankle cuffs off both feet.

Then my left hand was cuffed to Yui’s right, and before I knew what was happening she dragged me somewhere that made zero sense.

One word for it: windowsill. Or more like window frame.

“Lean out a little more, please.”

I was still half-asleep, brain not working, just blindly following her orders, and then—

“Uo?”

Next thing I knew I was kneeling on a chair, upper body hanging out over the window frame.

My torso was straight-up floating in open air, totally exposed to the outside.

First fresh air in five days—felt nice, honestly.

But the second Yui pushed my back I’d be plummeting headfirst to the ground.

The handcuffs were my only lifeline, and in the worst case she’d get dragged down too and we’d both end up in a double suicide drop.

So yeah, situation was straight garbage.

“I’ve decided. Today I’m making Nedori-kun fall for me no matter what.”

“No no no, fall literally!”

What the hell is even going on?

Also I’m buck naked right now.

I mean, that’s basically standard equipment in this lifestyle—wearing clothes would actually be the weird part—but still, no clue what she was trying to pull.

Was this another one of those SM plays from that book again?

Bad feeling hit me so I glanced back, and Yui was smiling sweetly as she said,

“Do you know about the suspension bridge effect?”

“Yeah I know it, but what’s that got to do with—”

“The suspension bridge effect is when you’re in a scary or anxious situation with someone, and your brain mistakes the adrenaline for attraction, so you fall for them. Meaning right now Nedori-kun’s heart is pounding and I must look super attractive to you. You’re definitely gonna fall.”

“That’s why I said you’re making me fall in a different way!”

This is literally a windowsill, dude. One slip in balance and I’m done. We’re on the third floor.

Chances of surviving? Basically zero.

“Feeling tingly yet?”

“No! And pulling out a whip right now is crossing every line!”

Probably ‘cause it wasn’t working as well as she hoped, Yui started raising the whip in her left hand.

“Opening the window’s already gonna bother the neighbors so don’t—uhyaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

A crisp, lively sound echoed around.

This is bad. Really bad. Sound leaking outside is seriously bad.

What if someone sees this?

Okay yeah, we’re between buildings, not facing the road or anything.

But that’s not the point. That’s not the point at all.

“Uo?”

Wait… actually, isn’t this kind of a golden opportunity?

“Haa haa, throw up. If you don’t I’m hitting you again, okay? You sure? You’re sure about that?”

“UhyaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

‘Cause if my voice carries outside, I can call for help. I can send an SOS.

Day five of confinement and this might be the biggest chance yet?

I sneak a quick look back—her cheeks are flushed red, eyes all hazy and dreamy. No matter how you slice it, total pervert.

And here I am, naked, kneeling on a chair getting whipped by her.

If anything, I’m the one who looks like the bigger freak.

Cops show up? They’re arresting me for sure, not her.

—Can’t call for help like this.

Did she plan for that too? Nah, no way.

“UhyaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

She’s just swinging the whip looking like she’s having the time of her life.

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After the whipping session ended, Yui was rubbing moisturizer onto my bright-red, swollen ass.

According to her, aftercare is super important.

I wanted to yell whose fault is this, but I kept my mouth shut—didn’t wanna flip some weird switch.

Also, isn’t this position way more torturous?

I’m on all fours on the bed, ass up toward her.

And she’s straight-up touching it with her fingers, spreading cream everywhere?

I’m so embarrassed I legit wanna jump out the window now. This is dignity-destroying levels.

“Nedori-kun’s butt is still so perky. Like Momotaro peaches.”

“Just tell me—are you making fun of me, complimenting me, or is this some kind of play? Pick one.”

“I’m complimenting you.”

“For real?”

A Momotaro-peach butt is a compliment? Her vocabulary’s maxed out or something.

“Anyway, Yui, you’ve probably noticed already, but I’m actually pretty tough against torture, y’know? Or more like, ‘cause I like you. I’m the type who can handle anything if it’s from the girl I like.”

“Yeah, Nedori-kun’s got crazy endurance. Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually a huge masochist.”

“No I’m not! I’m more of a sadist if anything!”

“You always deny it with your mouth, but from where I’m standing you’re so masochistic it’s shocking. Normal people don’t make happy-sounding screams when they get whipped, y’know?”

“They’re not happy! It’s just a wake-up jolt kinda feeling!”

“Isn’t that exactly what you call a masochist?”

Couldn’t find words to argue back so I just shut up. Exercising my right to remain silent.

“But I’ve realized too—if we just keep playing like this, nothing’s gonna move forward. It’s not even torture anymore; you’re basically enjoying it. And making things ‘official’ won’t show results right away either.”

“Y-yeah…”

Couldn’t argue with that one.

“To be honest I’m kinda stuck too. If this keeps up I’ll have to keep you locked up forever.”

“Uo? Wait, wasn’t this just supposed to be Golden Week only?”

“When did I ever say that?”

“Well, I mean, normally you’d think…”

“Normally people don’t lock up strangers at all. I’m not normal. I’ve gone full self-destructive invincible mode.”

“You’re aware of it…”

I already knew Yui wasn’t right in the head.

But I didn’t fall for her because she’s normal or anything.

“So this not-normal me came up with something. A way to force the info out of Nedori-kun.”

“Uo?”