Somehow I Ended up Dating the Perfect Female Classmate, but My Sister Found Out and They're Turning Into Yanderes - Chapter 78: Obsessively Powerful Type
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Chapter 78: Obsessively Powerful Type
“…”
Kirino-san’s eyes are completely sunken.
She’s probably thinking that she might have hurt me again.
Physically, I might have been hurt, but in my opinion, I’d say I’ve rather recovered.
“It’s not something you need to apologize for that much.”
“B-But, Kiyoto-kun, you were bleeding and passed out… and you still have a bandage on your forehead…”
I see. This bandage is making Kirino-san even more scared.
“It’s fine. After a night’s sleep, I barely feel the pain anymore. Besides, it’s not entirely your responsibility, Kirino-san.”
To begin with, the root cause is that Satsuna provoked Kirino-san too much.
But understand this.
A pet doesn’t have the right to hold its master accountable.
“So you don’t need to apologize so much. I don’t hold any grudge against you at all, Kirino-san.”
“K-Kiyoto-kun…”
“Well, that’s why I was hoping you’d let me stay over today, to make up and all.”
“Of course! Both Dad and Mom are away on business trips today, so you can stay over without any hesitation.”
Alright, this means I don’t have to go home for the day.
The plan is to keep piling up Satsuna’s irritation gauge, and when it reaches its limit, I’ll casually return home and get some intense punishment.
What kind of punishment awaits next…?
Personally, I’d hope for some SM play, but a chastity belt is an absolute no-go.
That thing completely transcends the realm of excitement.
“S-So, Kiyoto-kun?”
“Hm?”
“That collar… what’s with it?”
“Oh.”
Right, I completely forgot about the collar.
Crap, has Kirino-san finally figured out my fetish…?
“That… Satsuna-chan put it on you, didn’t she?”
How did she know!? I was shocked, but I guess with that tone, you can kinda tell she’s into this sort of thing.
“…”
Kirino-san silently fiddles with the collar around my neck.
H-Hey, messing with my neck like that is kinda ticklish… no, it actually hurts!
“Oh, sorry! My fingers dug into your neck a bit.”
The pain was momentary, so I don’t think it hurt too deeply, but what did she do?
Huh? The collar’s off.
“Still, this is pretty tacky. I can let the bell slide, but these spikes don’t suit you at all, Kiyoto-kun.”
In Kirino-san’s hand is the torn-off collar.
…Uh, so she tried to rip it off by force, and that’s why her fingers dug into my neck.
Too much of a power type.
“Attaching something like this to Kiyoto-kun… what was she thinking!?”
She slams the collar onto the ground and stomps on it repeatedly.
“//”
Hey, collar, switch places with me.
Once the collar is reduced to a pitiful state, she kicks it somewhere with her foot.
“Oh, right, Kiyoto-kun. Wanna play that game again? I think I’m about to reach the final boss.”
“Y-Yeah, let’s do it!”
No, seriously, what’s with that quick switch!?
Did she just forget what happened a second ago?
“I’ll go get the console.”
Kirino-san heads upstairs.
Come to think of it, how many floors does this house have?
From the outside, it looks like it has about four floors.
But man, did you see my move just now?
Totally the textbook move of a yandere SS listener!
As expected, the listener shouldn’t act weird.
The listener should quietly obey the heroines around them and just forgive them.
Trying to “teach them a lesson” is a no-go.
Unless it’s a development where a failed lesson leads to a reverse lesson, the listener should obediently follow the heroine’s orders—that’s the classic way.
“Sorry for the wait—I brought it.”
Kirino-san comes down carrying a large console.
“Just a sec.”
Instead of coming straight over, she goes to the room behind the wall where the TV is embedded.
Before I can check what she’s doing, the game screen appears on the TV.
“Since it’s embedded in the wall, are the cables and stuff connected from behind?”
“Yeah. Having it embedded in the wall has its perks, but swapping out cables like this takes a bit of work.”
I’m a total tech idiot, so handling cables is beyond me.
In fact, when I was in elementary school, I messed with cables and caused the TV to stop working multiple times.
This kind of thing is best left to Fuzuha among my sisters.
“…Hey, Kiyoto-kun.”
“Hm?”
Her tone just switched back to that emotionless one.
“You’re staying over today to make up, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right?”
“Then I don’t think it’s good to think about anyone other than me.”
Oh, she noticed.
But I’m not surprised.
Realizing that your beloved is thinking about someone else is a classic yandere trope.
“That face… it’s about Fuzuha-chan, isn’t it?”
“!?”
I have to admit, I was shocked that she pinpointed the person.
“As expected, it’s that girl. Ugh, playing this game reminds me of how she interrupted my precious time with you, Kiyoto-kun.”
She’s still holding a grudge!?
…Is Kirino-san the type to cling to things forever?
“Come to think of it, she hasn’t apologized for that time yet.”
True, Fuzuha hasn’t apologized even once.
W-Well, come on, Kirino-san.
There’s no need to get mad at a little girl four years younger than you.
“Also, it kinda feels like you’re defending Fuzuha-chan, Kiyoto-kun.”
H-Huh, really?
Also, Kirino-san, isn’t the grip on that controller a bit too strong?
I can feel it just by looking.
“Come to think of it, yesterday Ayuka-chan said something annoying and hit me.”
Why jump to yesterday all of a sudden!?
Weren’t we just talking about something from a month ago?
Also, it was Ayuka who came up yesterday, and she hit you.
“Oh, sorry, Kirino-san. I didn’t know Ayuka hit you.”
“It was totally my fault yesterday, so there’s no need to apologize.”
Still, Ayuka hitting Kirino-san…
I thought Ayuka wasn’t the violent type… no, wait, she was totally punching a table before.
“Alright, let’s start fresh and get going… huh, it’s not responding.”
Kirino-san tries to start the game, but the screen doesn’t respond.
Of course it doesn’t.
The controller she’s holding is completely snapped in half from gripping it too hard.





































