That Half-Finished Drink Was Lethal— What Happened When I Left My Bottle Behind in a 1:4 Male-to-Female World - 23

Chapter 23: As These Monsters Collide — Until the Trial of Mad Love Begins

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― Reika Ootori’s POV ―

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My vision met with a sudden “abyssal darkness.” The dazzling brilliance of the crystal chandelier that had been illuminating me just seconds ago flickered once, like a death rattle, and was painted over by complete nothingness.

(A blackout? In the Ootori villa? Impossible. The backup power should activate within a fraction of a second. So why…)

What arrived was an absolute darkness so profound it made my retinas ache. The moment I was robbed of sight—my primary means of dominance—my brain began to sharpen my remaining four senses to an abnormal degree. My sense of smell caught the stinging scent of Yuu, and the faint smell of heat radiating from the wool of his tuxedo. My hearing caught the sound of my own heartbeat, echoing like a roar in the silence. And my sense of touch caught a single needle—the ear pick—making a scritching sound in the abyss of my ear.

“……Ah. ……Reika-san? Are you okay?”

Yuu’s voice reached me from across the darkness. Close. His warm breath brushed against my exposed neck.

I felt a shiver. A shudder ran through the core of my spine, as if a cold blade of ice had been thrust into it. Yuu’s lap. That moderate firmness, and the man’s body temperature transmitted through the fabric. With my vision closed off, I was made painfully aware of just how defenseless my posture was, and how I was entrusting my vital point to this man. His fingers, holding the ear pick, touched my cheek. Even their faint trembling felt to me now like a heat that scorched my skin.

Yuu’s hand touched my cheek as if lost in the darkness. The absolute monarchy of the Ootori family. Until now, I have bought up and dominated every “correct answer.” However, what dominated me in this darkness was neither Ootori’s capital nor my lineage. It was only the fingertips of this “debtor of three hundred million yen” that continued to persistently stir my cheek, my ear, and my brain.

“……U-Um, it’s dark… so I’ll pull the ear pick out. It’s dangerous…”

“……Wait. ……Don’t pull it out.”

My own voice sounded as if it did not belong to me. A low, hot, thick voice. Yuu’s fingertips gently grasped my auricle. In that moment, the knotty, hard sensation unique to a man was transmitted. That “foreign sensation” poured a deadly poison named pleasure directly into my brain.

(More. Defile me more. As if the Ootori ‘correct answer’ even matters… It’s fine if it’s smashed to pieces…!)

The depths of my stomach twisted violently, like a rag being wrung out. My throat was hot, as if I had swallowed dry sand. I wanted to stop being the Master of Ootori. The boy I was supposed to have bound with a chain of three hundred million yen. I, who was supposed to be making him kneel, am now on top of his lap, my body trembling pathetically, thirsting for further “service.”

Scritch.

The ear pick rubbed near my eardrum as if caressing it.

“……Ahhh…! It’s good… more…!”

The voice leaked out naturally. It was a lewd, defenseless moan that Reika Ootori should never, ever let out in front of others.

“……If I do any more… it’ll hit the back…”

“……It’s fine, just do it…! A-Ahhn…! Hurry… go deeper… do it!”

“……Haa… I understand… Reika-sama…”

Scrape.

Shudder-shudder-shudder!

“……Aahhh!!”

The darkness burned away my sense of shame, and in its place, accelerated my instincts. My nails were unthinkingly grabbing the trousers of Yuu’s tuxedo, nearly tearing them.

“……Reika-san!? Does it hurt somewhere…!? I’m sorry, it’s dark and I can’t see my hands…!”

Yuu hurriedly pulled the ear pick out of my ear and pulled my shoulders close to support me.

Fatal. His thick chest was transmitted to my back. The clean scent of soap and his own smell that made me feel his vitality caused my brain to boil. It was already my limit. The mask named Reika melted away like mud within the warmth of Yuu’s arms. I flipped my body around on top of his lap. In the darkness, I forcefully grabbed the collar of Yuu’s tuxedo with both hands.

“……Reika, san…?”

“……Yuu. ……The ‘correct answer’… I no longer… care about it at all…”

I pinned him down onto the bed. I could feel Yuu’s body stiffen beneath me. To me now, even that resistance looked like nothing more than a supreme, sweet “offering.”

(Mine. Everything is mine. These fingers, this voice, this pure soul… I will keep you as my pet for the rest of your life in the palm of my hand…!)

I brought my lips closer to his. Our breaths mingled, and the sound of Yuu’s agitated heart was transmitted directly to my chest.

The critical point of reason. The moment Reika Ootori ceased to be Reika Ootori. I closed my eyes and prepared to throw my body into a sweet despair. Just a few millimeters more. It was then….

KA-BOOOOOOOM!!!!!

The heavy, soundproof door of the bedroom was pulverized with a roar like an explosion. A flash of light tore through the darkness. Amidst the dancing dust, appearing with the backlight behind them, were the silhouettes of the “worst women” with crazed smiles on their faces.

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―― Yuu Yuuki’s POV ――

KA-BOOOOOOOM!!!!!

An impact like having my eardrums struck directly with a sledgehammer. The heavy soundproof door crumpled miserably like paper-craft and blew away along with sparks. Filling my vision was the rising white clouds of dust and the red flashes of emergency lights that stung my eyes. Stinging my nose was the dust of burnt concrete and the intense smell of ozone from when electronic equipment short-circuited.

“A-Ah… ……Target… Locked on. ……Rescue subject (Yuu-kun)… survival confirmed…!”

The pale blue LEDs of a drone tore through the darkness. From the other side of that light, an “unearthly, malformed bloodlust” came rushing in.

(Eh? W-What…!? What’s happening!?)

Pinned down on the bed, I couldn’t move a single finger. Reika-san, who was on top of me, also had her eyes wide with shock, staring at the “shadows” emerging beyond the dust. The dust slowly cleared. Standing there were people I should have known, yet they looked like people I didn’t know at all.

“Kehyahya! Found you… A filthy bitch is straddling my dog…!”

Miya Akutsu. Her silver hair was disheveled, and every time the metal bat she carried over her shoulder struck the floor, an unpleasant thumping sound echoed in the room. Whether from excitement or rage, fresh blood dripped from her nose, and a smile more savage than anything I’d ever seen was carved into her mouth.

“……It’s time for disinfection. You unhygienic pest defiling Yuu-kun. ……I’m going to burn you away without leaving a single speck of dust.”

Rin Asami. She was dressed in a suit without a single wrinkle. However, the light had completely vanished from her eyes, and her unfocused white eyes reflected the red of the emergency lights eerily. The stun gun in her hand crackled with pale blue sparks, scorching the surrounding air.

“……Sh-Shizuku-san!? Miya-san and Rin-san too, why…!”

I let out a cry that was close to a scream. They should have come to save me, but what resided in their eyes did not look like the benevolence of a savior. It looked like the dark, murky obsession of a predator whose prey had been snatched away. To be honest, they were several times more terrifying than Reika-san on top of me.

“……Kujo! Kujo, what are you doing! They are intruders, exclude them immediately!”

Reika-san screamed. From the shadows, Chihiro Kujo appeared silently. She held her hand like a sharp knife and stood in front of Rin and the others. However…

(Kujo-san? Her movements are somehow sluggish. It’s as if she’s intentionally making a path…)

I didn’t miss the moment Kujo-san’s mouth lifted defiantly for just an instant. When she avoided Rin’s stun gun, she ostentatiously lost her balance and retreated toward the wall. There was no way the wild beasts would miss that opening. Miya pulverized the bed canopy with her bat, and Rin closed in on me via the shortest distance.

“Stop right there! This is trespassing!”

Reika-san spread her arms to protect me and stood in front of Rin. In her eyes resided her pride as an Otori and an obsession not to hand me over.

“Yuuki is my legitimate property based on a three-hundred-million-yen contract! I will not allow an outsider to touch a single finger to him!”

Three hundred million yen. That word chilled the frozen air of the room even further. Miya’s smile vanished, and Rin’s white eyes peeled back even further. Shizuku-san, clutching the Compendium of Laws like a shield with trembling hands, stepped forward.

“……Property? Do you think such an archaic ‘correct answer’ passes in the modern day?”

The depths of my stomach twisted as if a rag were being wrung out. At the edge of the bed, I could do nothing but sit there shaking in the middle of the “five monsters” who were throwing sparks over me. The worst trial of crazed love had just opened.

【Until Reika Ootori does ○○ to Yuu, 30 minutes remaining】

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