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 - 20

“Since sneaky Kuroda-kun might try to escape, let’s hold hands.”

Shirai and I intertwined our fingers, our hands clasped together in what is commonly known as a lover’s hold.

It’s a bit late to realize, but I noticed that we’ve always linked arms before, never holding hands like this. It feels strangely new.

These white, beautiful, unblemished hands. They’ve buried themselves in my solar plexus, slapped my cheeks countless times, and gripped and stroked a throbbing piece of flesh.

On the surface, they look so clean, but thinking about how these hands are stained with a mix of scarlet and indecent pink beneath their pristine appearance reminds me that people aren’t always what they seem.

Externally, she’s just an angel, but inside, this girl is like a succubus, corrupting and controlling people (as I recall the events of the previous day).

How did things end up like this?

Well, it’s because of me.

But Shirai’s craziness was probably always there, hidden beneath the surface, and my actions just brought it to light. I might just be the trigger.

Yet, it all comes back to me.

I’m the one who released this crazy girl’s twisted thoughts and behaviors.

If that’s the case, taking responsibility for it might be the right thing to do.

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Hand in hand, we moved like a seemingly close couple.

It appeared our destination was a shopping mall. Apparently, we need to buy various items.

“Do we have enough money for all this?” 

I voiced my sudden doubt.

Even when we bought a large amount of groceries or spent five digits on c**doms, Shirai paid without hesitation.

How could she so easily take out a hundred-dollar bill? Watching from the side, it made me wonder. This was definitely not a student’s sense of money. It was completely that of a rich person.

She also mentioned paying the rent for the place I live.

I’ve never heard of Shirai being the daughter of some rich family. Where does all this money come from?

“Don’t worry about the money. I have more than enough, and I was actually struggling to find ways to spend it,” Shirai said.

What a bourgeoisie statement. 

“Were you really that rich?”

“Well, it’s a bit complicated. It’s true, but it’s not money I earned from working. It just appeared, so to speak.”

“Come again?”

“It’s actually a bit of a story. I helped an old man who was in trouble, and he gave me a lottery ticket as a thank you. It turned out to be a winning ticket. I wanted to give it back because I felt bad, but he insisted, saying, ‘It’s better for a young person with a future to have it than an old man who doesn’t have much time left. It’s yours because I gave it to you.’ So I ended up keeping it.”

“I see.”

What a heartwarming story. So that’s why Shirai has money.

“By the way, what prize did you win?”

“First prize. I have about 300 million yen in my account. So you really don’t need to worry about money.”

“…”

Speechless.

300 million.

300 million yen…

As a commoner, I can’t even begin to imagine it, but does this mean she could live the rest of her life without working? And this is held by a student like Shirai? She’s already won at life.

Those who have, truly have everything.

An overwhelmingly beautiful face. Huge bre**ts and hips, a body everyone envies. She’s good at studying and sports. Respected by those around her. On top of that, she has money.

What doesn’t this goddess have? I can’t think of anything. She has everything she could want. God doesn’t give with two hands? She’s practically divine.

A perfect human. Perfect in every way.

Once again, I realize.

Nayuta Shirai is a monster.