Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 24 & 25

Chapter 24: The Morning After, A Voice That Repeats

Staring at Kazuto sleeping soundly beside her, Mio shifted slightly under the covers.

Last night’s exchange replayed vividly in her mind.

—That confession.

Her extraordinary memory relentlessly forced the moment to replay.

“The Mio-san I know is always confident, puts herself first, and never hesitates. The Mio-san who shares her true feelings is amazing too, of course. But… I love the usual Mio-san. As a woman.”

“Ngh…”

Mio’s face flushed, and she flailed her legs under the covers.

—One more time.

“I love the usual Mio-san. As a woman.”

And again.

“I love the usual Mio-san. As a woman.”

“…”

Clutching the pillow, she buried her face in it. Her heart pounded uncontrollably.

“I love you… I really love you.”

—Even her own reply from last night echoed in her mind.

“This… this was a confession, right? A confession from Kazuto. Mutual love. We’re basically lovers now. He’s… my fated person.”

She couldn’t stop muttering to herself. Her cheeks burned, and her grin wouldn’t fade.

(Immortality, coming to this world, all of it… it was to meet this man. That’s what it means!)

Resisting the urge to pounce on the sleeping Kazuto and kiss him, she held back.

“…I shouldn’t wake him. I’ll make breakfast. It’s lover-like. No, we are lovers now!”

Still grinning uncontrollably, Mio slipped out of bed.

※

At the breakfast table

“Let’s eat.”

On the table were bread, fried eggs, yogurt, and tea. Simple, but Mio’s cooking.

Last night’s events lingered, making both of them blush.

The silence felt awkward. Even the fork’s movements were stiff, unlike chopsticks.

“…Would Japanese food have been better? Maybe?”

Mio asked hesitantly.

“No… either is… fine…”

Kazuto’s voice was soft.

Gathering her courage, Mio tore a piece of bread and spoke up.

“So… about yesterday… that was a confession, right?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play coy now~”

Blushing deeply, Mio repeated his words exactly.

“I love the usual Mio-san. As a woman.”

“!…”

“…Ah… yeah…”

(…My feelings are real. But I got a bit carried away… I didn’t exactly mean it as lovers…)

“So… we’re lovers now, right?”

“Uh…”

The air shifted instantly.

Mio’s voice turned oddly cold. A glint of menace flickered in her eyes.

“That… you didn’t just say it in the moment, right? It was from the heart, right? You wouldn’t toy with my feelings, would you?”

“N-no… of course not… it’s from the heart.”

Desperately denying, Kazuto saw Mio’s face light up with a smile.

A radiant, beaming grin.

“Oh, thank goodness~ I’m so relieved! Then we’re lovers now!”

Sipping her tea, she blushed happily.

“From now on, when it’s just us, drop the formalities. And call me ‘Mio,’ no honorifics. Respectful speech feels distant. …We’re a couple who’ve vowed a future together, after all.”

“Yes… I mean, okay, got it, Mio.”

(…This is bad. Really bad! We’re not just lovers—she’s upgraded me to fiancé! If Towa finds out… I’m dead…!)

Biting into his bread, Kazuto screamed internally.

※

Saturday afternoon

After breakfast, Mio and I settled on the sofa.

But “settled” wasn’t quite right—it was more like “pressed together.” Mio clung to my arm, her head on my shoulder. The full, deliberate pressure of her ample chest was unmistakable.

(…Too close. Way too close. There’s no physical escape here.)

“Hey, can I ask something?”

“Hm? What?”

“…What did you do at her place?”

The sudden question dripped with unmistakable jealousy in Mio’s tone.

“Uh… we each recommended three movies and watched them…”

“Hmm… fine, I guess.”

Despite her words, her grip on my arm tightened.

“Then let’s do it too. Pick favorite movies and watch them.”

“Sounds good… but it’s not about one-upping each other, right?”

“So we won’t set a theme—just pick what we love.”

“Got it.”

Mio smirked mischievously.

“Then I’ll start. —This one, I wanted to watch with my boyfriend.”

On the screen: La La Land.

“A hardcore romance… I mean, it’s good, but…”

(This is too heavy for me right now…)

Trying not to disrupt the mood, I responded.

“Then I’ll pick… I Want to Eat Your Pancreas.”

“Oh, nice one! That’s a tearjerker.”

Soon, Mio rested her head on my lap as we sat on the sofa. A makeshift pillow. The way she leaned in, almost spoiled, made my heart race.

“Mmm… my personal lap pillow. Not bad~”

“It’s just a normal lap, though.”

“Nope! From today, it’s mine.”

(No, no, no, she’s casually stacking up claims!)

※

Afternoon, after watching two movies

Mio spoke as if remembering something.

“Should we go shopping for dinner soon?”

“Let’s do it.”

Naturally, she took my hand, intertwining our fingers in a “lover’s hold.” Walking to the supermarket, we looked unmistakably like a live-in couple.

“For dinner… let’s have a takoyaki party! I actually have a takoyaki maker~”

“Nice. Let’s add not just octopus but cheese and corn too.”

“Wait, hold on. A takoyaki maker for someone living alone… did you have a solo takoyaki party?”

“As if! Someone gave it to me! I’ve never had a chance to use it!”

“Hehehe!”

The silly banter was oddly fun. Laughing together in the supermarket aisle—it was, for Mio, an “ordinary moment,” and that made it dazzlingly precious.

Back home, we poked at steaming takoyaki, wiping sauce from each other’s mouths and laughing. When I burned my tongue and yelped “Hot!”, Mio laughed so hard she teared up.

(…Ah. If I could trap this moment forever.)

After dinner, we watched another movie. An unremarkable day—but for Mio, it was a time so precious she’d vow eternity for it.

※

Night

“Today was fun. Let’s do takoyaki again.”

“Yeah, next time I’ll be careful. Gotta protect my tongue.”

“Hehehe.”

In the bathroom, Mio leaned her back against me. Turning, she brushed her lips lightly against mine. As I froze, she whispered.

“I’m never letting you go. Be ready. One day, I’ll free you from her too.”

“Uh, yeah…”

The intensity in her voice wasn’t something I could brush off as a joke.

※

Midnight

On the bed

I was fast asleep—or rather, put to sleep by magic.

Gazing at my sleeping face, Mio let out a small sigh.

“So… what’s this about, Morgadia?”

The darkness in the room rippled, and a figure emerged.

A woman with flowing red hair—Izolde Thanatos. Mio’s ally and an ancient witch bound by an old pact.

A fragile night, where the ordinary and extraordinary collided, began to unfold.

—And the story would tangle even deeper.

Chapter 25: The Sleeping One

Midnight.

Soft breathing echoed in the room.

Mio gently traced Kazuto’s cheek as he slept beside her. But it wasn’t natural sleep. It was a slumber forced by the magic she cast.

“…Sorry. I just need to handle some personal business.”

Rising from the bed, Mio’s gaze pierced the darkness.

A silence so still that not even the curtains stirred—but in the next moment, the air tore apart.

“So… what’s this about, Morgadia?”

A woman appeared, her long red hair flowing like flames.

Her glossy smile carried a cold glint in her eyes.

“My ally—Izolde Thanatos.”

“Calling me to a place like this… what’s your game? And going so far as to put that man to sleep. Are you serious?”

To the red-haired witch’s question, Mio answered without retreating a step.

“I’m serious. I… I want to be bound to him. Will you help me?”

“…Hah.”

Izolde let out a small scoff, tinged with disdain and a faint trace of fear.

“Are you insane? Do you even understand what you’re trying to do? Destroy the world? If you’re set on it, stick to ‘negating immortality.’—Do you realize what’s sleeping inside that man?”

“…”

“I’m telling you for your own good. Kill him now. There are other ways to negate immortality without sacrificing him.”

Cold, ruthless words. Yet they were a sincere warning.

Mio closed her eyes, hesitating for a moment in silence—then spoke quietly.

“I know. I understand. But… even so, I want to be bound to him. Sorry.”

Izolde’s eyes narrowed.

“…Sorry. I can’t help. This is beyond the experiments with immortality. It’s too dangerous. And the success rate is way too low.”

“…Even with the blood of a saintess?”

“…Even then, it’s under twenty percent. Less than a one-in-five chance. There’s no guarantee of success.”

A heavy silence fell. But Mio didn’t give up.

“…Then at least—tell me about this ‘Primordial Vampire.’”

Izolde’s brow twitched.

“Primordial… oh, I’ve heard of her. That would be—Adrasteia Ambrosia.”

The moment the name was spoken, the room’s temperature seemed to drop.

“…The woman who drank the blood of a saintess. The first and worst ‘immortal.’”

“…”

Mio’s heart raced.

“I see… that’s good to know.”

Her lips curled into a chillingly seductive smirk.

“Maybe… there’s a way.”

The red-haired witch narrowed her eyes, trying to read something in Mio’s expression.

But Mio no longer averted her gaze. Something within her had solidified.

“…I just need a bit more time.”

Her whispered voice was swallowed by the darkness.

Mio’s “resolve” was unstoppable.