Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 50 & 51

Chapter 50: Lone Survivor

Agrat’s eyes gazed blankly at the scene unfolding before her.

The earth was torn, the sky stained blood-red.

Each clash of distant lightning and erupting flames shook the world, as if it held its breath.

“There’s no hope left”—anyone would see this battlefield as doomed.

Countless armies surged, the stench of death crawling across the ground, the taste of iron and gunpowder stinging the nostrils.

Soldiers’ cries, clashing armor, the metallic screech of blades.

Everything in sight was already etched with the mark of ruin.

Above it all, four women floated gently.

Thin veils fluttered in the wind, their serene faces untouched by the hell below.

Their airborne grace was undeniably elegant, yet their words were cold.

“Well, it was fun. Maybe dying here with everyone’s not so bad.”

Agrat smiled—she thought it a fitting jest for facing death.

“One of us should go to Samael and die with him.”

Lilith, with her blonde twin-tails, snorted, her allure edged with sarcasm.

“Yup, he’s such an attention hog.”

Naamah, with long black hair, tossed out a playful, venomous remark.

“Agrat, you go. You’re kinda our leader, right?”

Eisheth, blue-haired, surveyed the chaos calmly and declared.

Their voices were soft, merciless.

Agrat shrugged, as if to match their tone—sure, dying here wouldn’t matter.

For a fleeting moment, she thought so.

But that “wouldn’t matter” was a thin veil of resignation, hiding a thicker, fiercer emotion within.

“We’ve been keeping each other in check, but it was fun in its own way. Fine, I’ll leave taking Samael’s final rites to you.”

Eisheth’s words sounded like gentle acceptance.

Naamah murmured,

“But calling us ‘holy prostitutes’—isn’t that harsh? We only ever knew Samael.”

Lilith scoffed through her nose.

“Yup. Let’s take that back in the next life.”

—Beyond lay hell. The battlefield had become an orchestra of crawling flames, playing a symphony of screams and collapse.

Agony, bloodspray, comrades falling, enemies piling high.

This scene was a reality no movie or novel could contain. Agrat gripped her blade, suppressing the cold swirl deep within.

But before she knew it, she was captured alive. Her feet chained, her vision distant, the earth’s scent mixed with decay.

The shock, the heat, and above all, the absurdity of still being here tightened her chest.

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—The scene shifted. Not a skyscraper’s skyline, nor the battlefield’s roar.

A stark apartment living room.

The TV glowed faintly, the room bare of decorations.

Only a few adornments sat there.

A bracelet, a choker, a ring. Swaying faintly in the light, they seemed like remnants of all her love and vows.

She poured shochu into a glass, tracing its rim with her fingertip.

The cold liquor slid down her throat, kindling a small spark in her chest.

The trinkets before her belonged to her sisters-in-law. Those she once laughed with, now gone—mementos of the three who were Samael’s wives.

“Lilith, Naamah, Eisheth… I’ll definitely avenge you…”

Her muttered words, like a soliloquy, were swallowed by the night’s silence.

Chapter 51: 96 Hours

The day after Kazuto ate Towa’s “bento”—

The classroom lacked its usual presence.

No bag at the neighboring desk, no voice, nothing. The empty chair loomed large.

“…He’s not here.”

Aki murmured, a dark shadow creeping into her chest.

—Mio’s words from yesterday echoed in her mind.

“Aki, you’re just in love with the Samael inside him. You’re chasing a ghost that’s not there anymore. You don’t know Kazuto at all. You’re not even seeing the current him.”

“…That’s not true.”

Her denial was frail, wavering.

Under the desk, she opened her phone and sent a RINE.

—“You’re absent today? You okay?”

No reply came.

The screen stayed silent, not even marked as read.

A cold needle pierced her chest.

This wasn’t just a cold or a mood. Something worse was happening—

Lunch break.

“Hey, you~” Aki leaned over Towa’s desk.

“Know why Kazuto’s absent?”

Towa looked up.

“No clue. He was rough yesterday, maybe feeling off and stayed home? I’ll check his place after school.”

“Hmm… o-okay. Yesterday was—!!”

Mid-sentence, a flash of intuition struck Aki.

Her blood ran cold. Her palms sweated.

“…No way!!”

Her chair clattered as she shot up.

The next moment, she kicked the classroom door open and sprinted out.

Towa, stunned, muttered,

“Huh… what? What’s with her…?”

Her words dissolved into the empty classroom.

—Only the frantic pounding of Aki’s heart chased her retreating figure.

A growing certainty swelled within her—

“Something’s happened to Kazuto.”

Driven by unstoppable urgency, Aki kept running.

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Two hours earlier—

“Teacher… maybe that meat from yesterday was bad, my stomach’s…”

Kazuto, pale, clutched his midsection.

“Hmm? What kind of meat?”

“Purple… spewing charcoal-like smoke…”

“…Is that even food?”

Before disbelief could settle, a woman in a white coat appeared—Kyouka Shidou.

Known in the underworld as “The Demon of Medicine,” Pestia Alchemilla.

“Hmm, let’s check you out!”

She pulled a stethoscope from her pocket and—slapped it on her own forehead.

“…Why your forehead?”

“It resonates brainwaves to read the patient’s condition!”

“That’s a lie, right!?”

His retort was futile; she was already gloving up.

“Here we go!”

Without warning—Squish squish squish.

“Gaaaah!? Your hand’s sinking!? Into my stomach!!”

“Ohh~ Your intestines are artistically ravaged! What a gorgeous decay!”

“Don’t call it gorgeous!”

Beaming, she withdrew her hand, brandishing two syringes.

“Time for treatment! One won’t cut it! Two shots! Fuhahaha!”

“You’re way too hyped, Doc!”

Stab. First shot.

“This is for food poisoning! Instant relief!”

“Thanks…”

Stab. Second shot.

“And this…?”

“Hehe, sedative.”

“Huh, wait… whaaa…”

Kazuto’s consciousness sank into darkness, Pestia’s maniacal laughter ringing in his ears.

When he opened his eyes—an unfamiliar ceiling.

Cold LED lights glared, eerie instruments surrounded him.

And he was bound—arms, legs, neck, torso.

“What the hell!?”

“Morning. Should’ve slept longer.”

Pestia appeared, wearing a plague mask.

She approached gleefully, scalpel in hand.

“Doc, my stomach’s fine! I’m all better! Let me go!”

“Wonderful, wonderful!”

She stroked his head—her hand creepily tracing his body.

“Time for dissection.”

“No no no no!? Why does it come to that!? I’m healed!!”

“Because you’re healed, I wanna cut! Healthy organs are prettier! Heeheehee!”

“Your logic’s insane!!”

The scalpel closed in. Madness loomed.

“Doc, please! Stop!”

“Begging makes it worse… Leave it to me. It’ll be quick… hihihi!”

Her eyes, behind the mask, were completely unhinged.

—Then.

CRASH!!

The operating room door exploded.

There stood Aki.

“Samael!”

“Who’re you!? Interrupting my research!?”

Pestia roared, but Aki’s fist slammed into her face.

THUD!

The Demon of Medicine crashed into the wall, eyes rolling back as she passed out.

“That was close, Kazuto-kun.”

“…Aki-chan… what are you…?”

A trembling mix of fear and relief echoed in the operating room.