When I Was Presumed Dead, They Became Unhinged Unknowingly - Chapter 26

“So good, it feels good, doesn’t it, Satoru-kun? You’re feeling good too, right? See, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“…Uh, …..ah……ah…”

She strangled my neck while moving her hips on top of me. Gradually, the air became thin. I couldn’t remember much about how it ended up like this.

In the midst of the pain and pleasure, I found myself thinking, ‘Is this kind of ending okay? To be killed by the person I saved… Maybe it’s for her own good.’ I couldn’t help but think that I was just a useless person, forcing a dry smile even in my suffering.

I understand. I understand that I’m trash, that this won’t be good for her, and that I’m just trying to escape.

Between the agony and pleasure, my consciousness drifted away.

I woke up. It wasn’t Kyoka’s house… As I pondered various things, I noticed Mika crouching in the corner of the room, crying. My consciousness awakened because of that. Apparently, I lost consciousness after she strangled me.

But why did it come to this? The reason was when I entered the room and spoke to her, she made an indescribable expression and then attacked me, leading to the current situation.

“Good morning, Mika.”

“… I’m sorry.”

She said that with a really faint voice. I should be the one apologizing, but I made her apologize. She has nothing to apologize for.

Approaching her, I gently wiped away her tears and embraced her as she came closer.

“Mika saw a dream every day.”

“A dream?”

“Yeah, a happy dream. A sweet and happy dream where Satoru loves Mika every day.”

“I see…”

“But, you know, whenever I woke up, Satoru wasn’t there. So, Mika started to lose it. Because she couldn’t believe that Satoru had died, she wanted to have a happy dream again. But no matter how long she slept, Satoru never came. So, she didn’t care anymore and thought about dying.”

“…”

“Satoru came. Satoru is Mika’s prince after all. Whenever I’m really suffering and about to die, you always come and save me.”

She looked at me with a blissful smile. Her eyes seemed to be treating me as something sacred, at least if I wasn’t mistaken.

“Tell me, Satoru. What were you doing all this time? Why did you lie about dying?”

“Well…”

I was engulfed by her atmosphere that brooked no dissent, and so I confessed to her partially, omitting certain details.