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 - 32

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

“Yes. Hand over everything you take off.”

I took off my school uniform, which I was still wearing, along with my underwear, and handed them all to Shirai. Being naked in front of her was nothing new, but it still felt a bit uncomfortable.

“Seiza.”

“Yes.”

I did as I was told and sat seiza-style on the hard floor, completely naked.

Shirai, who had taken my clothes with a smile, now produced a ridiculously large pair of scissors out of nowhere.

“Snip snip~”

The disassembly show had begun.

With a cute humming and a smile, Shirai carefully sliced my clothes with the scissors.

She was extremely meticulous in her work. My uniform was transformed into 1-centimeter-wide pieces of cloth.

The pile of cloth scraps grew… and now she started stuffing them into a garbage bag. She filled the bag to the brim and then headed for the kitchen, carrying the overstuffed bag.

Bwooooooooooo…

The exhaust fan was turned on.

Shirai took out a large pot and placed it under the fan.

She stuck her hand into the garbage bag and grabbed a handful of cloth scraps, tossing them into the pot. She repeated this action several times.

Then, she poured cooking oil into the pot.

“Let’s disinfect the filth.”

Shirai held a small box… a matchbox.

The sound of striking a match. A small flame appeared in Shirai’s hand.

And that tiny flame was thrown into the pot.

“Dirty… So dirty… Let’s burn it all.”

The flame flickered in and out of view from the mouth of the pot, and the black smoke was sucked up by the exhaust fan.

Like feeding firewood to a bonfire, Shirai continued to take cloth scraps from the garbage bag and burn them.

I lost count of how many times she repeated this process. Eventually, the bag was empty, and everything had been burned to ashes.

She filled a cup with water from the sink and poured it into the pot, which still had some burnt residue.

The steam rose and was sucked up by the exhaust fan.

Then, Shirai poured detergent into the extinguished pot.

“Time for laundry.”

She stirred the pot with a ladle, moving her hand in a circular motion, as if mimicking a washing machine, and whispered, “Get clean, get clean.”

I had no idea what the point of doing this to the burnt residue was. It made no sense to me. But I assumed it held some significance for Shirai.

Shirai continued to stir the pot with a possessed look on her face, all the while maintaining her smile.

I remained seated in seiza, watching her.

Eventually, she seemed satisfied and stopped, turning to look at me.

“Next… it’s time for Kuroda-kun’s laundry, isn’t it?”

She smiled, her expression contrasting with her bizarre behavior.

Drip…

A dark liquid dripped from the ladle in Shirai’s hand.

Slowly…

Shirai, breathing heavily, approached me with the ladle in her hand.