The Blond-Haired Blue-Eyed Well-Endowed Carnivores Yandere Creature Wrings Out Sins Like an Almighty Goddess, an Unreasonable Angel, and a Compassionate Holy Saint - 10

“Okay, it’s time to share your thoughts!”

“…Huh?”

Out of the blue, Shirai, in her naked apron, declared. It was such a sudden statement that I responded with a dumbfounded expression.

“Thoughts? Share? What do you mean?”

“Kuroda-kun, what do you think of my outfit right now?”

“Uh…? Well, it’s, uh… a naked apron?”

“Yes! That’s correct! Right now, I’m only wearing an apron and nothing else underneath. So, in general terms, I’m dressed in what’s commonly known as a naked apron.”

“Yeah… that’s right.”

“Now, let’s hear what you thought when you saw me in this naked apron. Share all your feelings with us!”

“…Wait a second. What’s this? I’m not comfortable with this.”

“Not comfortable? Really? That’s a shame. Anyway, let’s hear it!”

“No, no, no. Wait a minute. What’s with this? I’m not going to share that!”

“First, you saw me in my naked apron from behind. How did you feel at that moment? What were you thinking? Any naughty fantasies?”

“Are we stuck in a loop or something? Do I have to answer, or will this question keep repeating forever?”

“Kuroda-kun, you can’t avoid answering my question. You have to be honest. As the lowest scum of the earth, you can’t say no to me, right? So, stop stalling and answer honestly, okay?”

“This is ridiculous… Fine, fine. I’ll share. Just stop with this.”

“That’s right! Good job understanding, Kuroda-kun. I was worried you might only think about shaking your hips and not understand words properly. But it seems my worries were unfounded. I’m glad!”

“Despite usually having such a gentle and sunny demeanor, why do your words cut like a demon sword, Shirai-san?”

“A demon sword? That sounds cool!”

“Yeah, I guess…”

Shirai giggled cheerfully.

I already feel exhausted, and it’s only morning. Ah, she’s so cute though. Shirai is adorable. (Tl/n: Agreed.)

“Now, let’s refocus. What did Kuroda-kun think when he saw me from behind in my naked apron?”

“…I thought it looked like a big mochi.” (rice cake)

“So, that’s how you felt when you saw my bare a**? I see, Kuroda-kun thought my a** looked like a mochi.”

“Yes.”

“Could you elaborate a bit more on that?”

“Um… Every time it moved, it shook so much that it really stimulated my appetite. I thought it would feel amazing if I took a bite. I imagined it would be incredibly soft and would melt in my mouth.”

“I see. So, Kuroda-kun wanted to eat my a**. Wanting to eat someone’s a** is really disgusting. Truly befitting of Kuroda-kun.”

“Are you complimenting me or insulting me?”

“I’m complimenting you.”

“Complimenting me, huh…”

“We got your thoughts on my a**. Shall we discuss other parts now? I assume a pervert like you, who probably wants to make a comment whenever they see a hole, would have lewd thoughts about parts other than my a**. Please share your thoughts on those as well.”

“…Well, first, it’s about your long golden hair.”

“Ah, yes. I tie my hair into a ponytail when cooking. Plus, you can get a better look at my back, right? What do you think? Ponytails are cute, aren’t they?”

“Well… They are cute…”

Blushing slightly, Shirai responded with a coy smile. It’s an extremely calculated reaction, but it’s undeniably charming. Her angelic demeanor shone through, even in the current situation.

“So, what about it? How did Kuroda-kun feel when he saw my hair?”

“Honestly, I felt like slurping it up like noodles.”

“That’s absolutely revolting! Although the colors may be somewhat similar, my hair is not ramen! I understand that you have a desire to consume various parts of my body, but hearing it declared so directly makes me shudder and gives me goosebumps!”

“By the way… I wanted to thoroughly lick and kiss your nape and back, take a deep breath of your pits and sniff your scent, and sink my teeth into your thighs and savor them to my heart’s content.”

“That’s nauseatingly disgusting! Do you think of my body as food or something? The desire to eat, slurp, lick, smell, and savor suggests you’re mistaking my body for something edible, isn’t it? Let’s be clear: I’m the one who can eat, not you. It seems like you still have a lot to understand about your position. Understand this: I’m the one who can eat, and you’re the one who is to be eaten. Please keep that in mind.”

“Yes… I’m sorry…”

I didn’t quite understand why I was apologizing, but I apologized anyway, just to be safe.