I Was Reincarnated Into a World Where Chastity Is Reversed With the Ability to Read Minds, so I Decided to Completely Corrupt and Break the Adorable Saint Who Has Lewd Fantasies - Chapter 15: A Date of Promised Defeat - Part 1

Chapter 15: A Date of Promised Defeat – Part 1

From then on, until Sunday two days later arrived, I could not properly face Momo.

The reason was that Momo showed signs of avoiding me somehow.

“Momo-sama…”

Even when I spoke to her—

“H-Hig!”

—she would let out a strange noise like that and flee somewhere.

At first, I was confused about what could have happened, but when I pulled out memories from my previous life, I realized I knew this phenomenon.

It was from my previous life, one week after that fated day when Natsumi-chan had toyed with me endlessly, heightening my lust and love to the breaking point.

After that, I had intensely hated Natsumi-chan and her handsome boyfriend as the natural outcome, but even so, I could not erase my love and lust for Natsumi-chan at all. Rather, those two feelings burned even fiercer in reverse, and when I faced Natsumi-chan, the two conflicting hearts exploded in confusion—

“H-Higa!”

—and I had screamed pathetically and fled! To that extent, a virgin driven mad by love could sometimes display unbelievable foolishness!

When I remembered this, I thought it was exactly this. What Saintess Momo was experiencing was probably emotions similar to what I had felt back then.

In other words—

It was WSS, where I had liked her first.

This emotion of WSS, or BSS, often exerted a fatally toxic effect that could destroy a person’s dignity when an insane level of lust and hatred for the target combined.

But I knew what awaited beyond that: the destruction of the brain from that hatred, and the misrecognition of the brain damage as pleasure by linking it to one’s own lust—a loathsome sexual fetish that clung to the modern world—

“NTR”!

I had wanted to cuckold Momo, so the current psychological state of WSS was, in a sense, a situation that fulfilled my wish to some extent.

But—

The problem was that I myself was in no position to view it with pleasure at all!

My head right now was a carousel of random thoughts swirling around chaotically: Natsumi-chan, Momo, the date with Natsumi-chan, visiting Natsumi-chan’s home, the possibility of having sex with Natsumi-chan, my fear of Natsumi-chan, and so on.

Even if such a contrived cuckolding was forced in at a time like this, I could not enjoy it in the slightest.

First of all, the kind of cuckolding I had hoped for was one under my control: me getting a little friendly with some random girl on purpose, and then Momo spotting it and getting cuckolded—something entirely within my control and management.

Why was it that she was being cuckolded by Natsumi-chan, of all people—the monster who had given me my worst and greatest memory from my previous life, the one who had taught me the taste of my first love that would be etched eternally!

The opponent was far too bad, the odds far too unfavorable; at this rate, it was clearly inevitable that virgin god Momo would awaken to a cuckold fetish!

Because I myself knew myself the best.

Sure, Momo was a cute girl too, and after talking with her this much, I felt a certain charm, a sense of familiarity—she was a lovable girl.

But there was one fatal problem.

It was that Momo might become obsessed with a man, but she had absolutely no techniques for making a man obsessed with her.

No matter how far it went, a virgin was a virgin; she had no skills or tricks for melting the opposite sex, a completely disarmed nation of virginity. If attacked by an enemy nation of the opposite sex, she would be utterly helpless.

But!

Natsumi-chan, that girl, was the complete opposite…!

Her strengths were not just the standard equipment of the latest armaments in modern warfare rom-coms: an overwhelmingly beautiful girl face, an ecchi-soft slender body that was too sexy, and little devilish gestures like twirling her glossy twin tails.

Her essential superiority lay in her strategic tactics.

Born a love powerhouse, a once-in-a-generation strategist made to win, she knew men—knew humans—far too well. It was like a kind of magic: lowering the doorknob opened the door, and touching the enemy force called men annihilated them by dropping them into love.

Moreover, when a weakest backward-country virgin like me—who had given up on arming himself from the start—was exposed to the overwhelming violent demonic temptation device of the superpower’s supreme super-beautiful girl, the fate was clearer than fire.

The loser could only bow his head, kneel, and submit.

That was the truth of war love—

or else, one’s very life would simply be taken.

And now, one virgin was about to fall prey to the fangs of a super-beautiful girl.

The virgin’s opening move was this.

“H-H-H-Hello, Natsumi-chan! Th-Th-Th-Today’s nice weather, huh!”

I thought I had a somewhat quick-witted head, and after my experiences with Momo in this other world, I believed I had grown a little, but before this rom-com-novel-more-rom-com situation of visiting the room of the girl who had truly driven me mad with love, I was utterly powerless!

I was filled with shame at realizing I was a person who could only say such boring things, and I wanted to die right then.

In response to that, the super-beautiful girl’s opening move was this.

“Hee hee hee, Takafumi-kun being his usual self makes me so happy♪ For now, just lie down on the bed; I’ll step on you.”

I’ll step on you.

She casually unleashed a new weapon no one had ever seen, as if it were the most natural thing.

Why was my usual self making her happy?

Why was she making a member of the opposite sex who had just entered her room lie down on the bed?

Why was such a sudden proposal to step on him being made?

The answer was all too obvious.

It was because the enemy had already reconnaissance-experienced the full bottom virgin power of my forces.

At this point, I was already on the verge of unconditional surrender from the hopeless disparity in forces.

Because it was none other than I myself who, in an instant, felt such a strong desire to be stepped on by those noble feet of Natsumi-chan wrapped in black overknee socks—

“Didn’t I tell you? Even without the power to read minds, I can see right through everything Takafumi-kun is thinking? Sooo, come on, just roll over and lie down already! Here, here, puppy, over here—”

As she said such things, she clung tightly to my left arm and pressed against me those ample yet squishy marshmallows that did not suit her slender body—no, precisely because of her slender body, their destructive power was maximized—and with a movement that was all too natural, she pulled me along. My feet moved like a puppet’s according to her will, guiding me to the bed where I lay down.

“There we go.”

With that, she smoothly climbed onto the bed and stood on it, maintaining the precarious position where her miniskirt almost but not quite revealed her underwear, and then she asked this.

“Natsumi-chan, Takafumi-kun’s favorite, will specially step on your favorite spot~. Where do you want me to step?”

Already in the very opening, it was checkmate with a rook capture.

It was all too genius.

She had launched an inescapably fatal blitzkrieg—