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 6

Chapter 6: Her and I Became One (With Self-Censorship)

We were both standing there completely naked, not a single thread on us. Her eyes were all clouded over, but tears were still streaming down her face.

It was all my fault.

I’d mistaken Yui for Aoi and hurt her really deep. I’d driven her to the point of just giving up on everything.

The fact that we’re facing each other butt-naked right now, the fact that she’s crying… it’s all because of me. All my fault.

“…I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

And yet, for some reason, she’s the one apologizing to me.

Seeing her look so guilty like that, my feelings just turned into this total mess inside my chest.

If I could, I’d wanna pull her into a hug right this second.

But before that, there’s one thing I gotta say.

I took a slow, deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes, dead serious.

“Can I just say one last thing?”

“……………………”

She didn’t answer. She just kept staring right into my eyes.

“Yeah, I really did get it wrong at first. I thought you were Futaba Aoi. So honestly, I was super torn up about it.”

“…Torn up?”

“Y’know, Futaba Aoi’s going out with Otaku-kun, right? Which means our whole relationship would basically be straight-up stealing her from him.”

“…Stealing, huh.”

“That kinda thing is absolutely not okay. Taking another guy’s girl? You just can’t do that. But like… I’m seriously in love with you. Like, head-over-heels, for real. My brain and my instincts were about to tear me apart.”

Even now I’m barely holding onto any self-control.

I’m forcing myself to look away so I don’t stare at her body, but even from the corner of my eye I can see her pale skin, and that gorgeous figure’s driving me insane.

“So when I finally realized you weren’t Futaba Aoi, yeah I panicked at first, but at the same time I was so fucking relieved. Like, seriously, this is the best thing ever.”

I locked eyes with her properly. Then I said it clear as day.

“Futaba… it’s okay if it’s Yui, right? Yui! I fell for you at first sight. Not Futaba Aoi—Futaba Yui. Not the big sister, the little sister! Please, just believe that much!”

Okay. I finally got to tell her how I really feel.

After this, whatever happens happens.

Stab me, dump me in Tokyo Bay, I don’t care anymore. Do whatever you want—boil me, grill me, anything.

“…I see.”

She whispered that quietly, then her eyes suddenly sparkled. Slowly, she raised both hands toward my neck.

Oh. Right. So I’m getting choked out and killed. Yeah, figures.

I thought about how this was the end after getting reincarnated, but then I calmly realized—nah, I’m about to be killed by the girl I fell for.

Honestly? As a guy, that’s kinda the dream way to go.

The moment her hands touched the back of my head, I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

And I just waited for it to happen.

“………………”

I waited, but…

“Nedori-san, I’ll apologize now while I still can. I’m sorry.”

It never came, so I cracked my eyes open—and her face was literally right in front of mine, practically nose-to-nose.

Her cheeks were bright red, but she never once looked away from my eyes. She even gave off this vibe like some ferocious predator.

“…I’m sorry. I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t control my feelings.”

“Uh, whoa?”

I tilted my head because something felt seriously off, and then she said it quietly.

“—I’m going to attack you now.”

The next second she forcefully took my lips. Not strangling me—deep, wet, sticky kisses.

“Mmph…”

It was way more intense than before. Thick saliva flooded into my mouth. Her tongue pushed in, giving me this ticklish-yet-warm feeling.

It felt like every single part of my body was getting rewritten. Like electricity shooting straight into my brain—my head was about to short-circuit.

But she didn’t stop attacking. No sign of slowing down at all.

“Nnmm…”

While I was getting completely ravaged, I somehow managed to think with the tiny bit of reason I had left.

We’re both buck naked, facing each other, making out like crazy.

She just keeps wanting more, I just keep accepting it, and right now the only thing either of us can feel is the other person.

This situation is nothing like what I imagined.

I mean, when she said “attack,” I thought she meant kill me, stab me, bury me or something.

And yet here I am getting devoured one-sidedly.

Wait… maybe “attack” didn’t mean murder… maybe it meant *that* kind of attack?

But by the time I realized, it was already way too late.

Because she had gone full battle mode.

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“Don’t move, okay? Nedori-kun, you just have to leave everything to me.”

“Uooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

It was basically self-censorship smashing into self-censorship.

The massive towering self-censorship went straight into her self-censored self-censorship, and then self-censorship started accelerating like crazy.

Self-censored sounds echoed all around, self-censored emotions kept hitting me, and the speed of self-censoring the self-censorship sped up even more. A thick, musky self-censored smell took over my brain, and the self-censored stimulation just kept getting stronger.

“Uoh…”

And in the end, the self-censorship got self-censored in literally one second.

I mean, I’m not really the type who’s into self-censorship anyway—I’m more of a self-censorship guy. Self-censorship is self-censorship, so doing self-censorship ends up being a huge pain.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Apparently her feelings toward my self-censorship self-censored even harder.

Her pitch-black eyes gleamed as she made this self-censored face and started self-censoring my self-censorship while self-censoring.

“Uooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhh!!”

No matter how loud I screamed self-censored screams, it was pointless. The moment it got self-censored, it was already self-censored forever.

Yeah, self-censorship was way past the point of no return.

Even if I tried to self-censor now, there was never gonna be any escape for me who’d already turned into self-censorship.

After that I just kept getting self-censored nonstop.

Self-censorship became self-censorship and self-censorship turned into self-censorship, so the self-censorship got more intense and self-censored even harder.

“Uoh?”

And right when the self-censorship hit its limit, I suddenly saw flashes of memories with Otaku-kun like a death montage.

Right. Otaku-kun.

I didn’t actually end up doing the worst thing—stealing Otaku-kun’s girlfriend. Now I can look him in the eye and talk to him normally.

But like… I’m still self-censoring with his girlfriend’s little sister, so it’s still super self-censored either way. Sorry man, but there’s no other word for it.

“Nedori-kun?”

I guess while I was self-censoring and thinking about Otaku-kun, Yui somehow noticed.

She puffed out her cheeks like she was annoyed, licked her lips, and said,

“Why do you think it’s already over? My feelings aren’t gonna calm down from something like this. You’re the first person who ever said you wanted me instead of big sister. That’s exactly why I can finally be my true self with you.”

“But like… shouldn’t there be more steps or something?”

“I did take the steps. After holding hands we kissed. And after kissing… we connect.”

“Connecting feels way too fast, though.”

“Are you saying I’m not enough to satisfy you? …Okay. Then I’ll try even harder.”

“You don’t have to try har—”

“I’m gonna carve myself into your body with everything I’ve got. My entire existence.”

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

From there on out, it was just one-sided self-censorship.

If I had to sum it up in one word, it was self-censorship.

There was no other way to describe it but self-censorship.

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

Self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship.

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

Self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship.

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

Self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship.

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

Self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship.

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

Self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship.

“N-nope, not yet. You’re gonna have to keep me company all night long, okay?”

For real?

Her fierce attack showed zero signs of stopping.

Self-censorship rose up like a dragon and charged straight toward the self-censorship. The self-censorships clashed hard against each other, sparks flying everywhere.

“Uoooooooohhhhhhhh…”

Self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship self-censorship.

After that, we just kept self-censoring nonstop until the sun came up.