Chapter 604
Chapter 604
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 604
Chapter Title: Christmas Nightmare (3)
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The core element of this NTR was 'mistake'.
I did rape her, but I had no intention of doing so. How could I, of all people, rape my son's girlfriend? Having sex with Yuki was nothing more than a mistake, all the way through. It happened because I got drunk, because I had this ridiculous misunderstanding... It was a horrific mistake I committed without even realizing it.
...That was the excuse I planned to use to wriggle out of this situation. My task and goal for today.
I'd prepared sweet but high-proof wine, and I'd brought up Haruna to lay the groundwork... But if all of that could be chalked up to 'mistake,' surely there'd be some leniency, right? That's what I was aiming for, and it worked—I'd set the stage perfectly and elicited the reaction I wanted. When I dropped to my knees and prostrated myself, Yuki went silent. A quick glance at her face showed she was pretty flustered.
"......This is the worst."
"I-I'm sorry, Yuki... I-I... Aaaah..."
"I'll resent you forever."
"Aaah... Aaaah..."
Now, all that was left was to take responsibility.
Begging for forgiveness here would be the worst option. Even with the shield of 'mistake,' I couldn't come off as cowardly. The best move right now was to boldly turn myself in. Admit my wrongdoing myself and accept the appropriate punishment...
"W-Wait, turn yourself in?!"
And just like that, the victim would be the one panicking.
Sure, I got raped... but it was just a 'mistake,' right? Ending someone's life over one mistake like that felt a bit much, didn't it? Especially when the guy was her boyfriend's father. I'd been wronged, sure... but couldn't she cut me some slack?
...That was the ideal line of thinking. My current self-flagellation was all an act to lead her there.
"U-Uncle?!"
And at the same time, it planted the seeds for my next operation.
The more I beat myself up, the more justification my next plan would have.
With all that in mind, I forced out some tears.
"Are you really sorry?"
"Truly..."
"Hmmm..."
But... what was that reaction?
Yuki stopped looking flustered and stared at me with an intrigued expression. There was something subtly lewd in her bold gaze. She was the one caught in the web... but I felt like the prey instead. Yuki—who I'd just raped—smiled.
"Was the trip fun?"
"......Huh?"
"Fun? The trip."
"Ah... Yeah, it was okay."
My boyfriend, back after just two days, was his usual self.
He apologized, but I couldn't sense any real emotion in it. Shusuke sat beside me with his usual stoic face, watching a movie. The comfortable vibe put my mind at ease... but still, how long would we stay childhood friends like this? There was no lovey-dovey moment for us today, either.
When he'd confessed to me back then, my heart had raced with excitement...
Did he even love me?
My boyfriend had no clue how to express himself.
Because of that, my romantic feelings stayed dormant today, as always.
"This is boring."
"Yeah? Wanna watch something else?"
By contrast, two days ago, I'd been filled with excitement.
The uncle's constant love confessions with no breaks in between, his hot hands caressing my entire body. Having experienced a real 'man' for the first time, I'd fallen into such deep affection it felt suffocating... I'd become Uncle's 'Haruna' instead of Shusuke's 'Yuki'... and in the throes of climax, I'd allowed everything...
...But that was all just a mistake—a rape.
I let out a secret sigh where Shusuke couldn't see.
"Hey, Yuki."
"Yeah?"
"Did something happen with Dad?"
"......What?"
"I kinda feel like he's avoiding you."
"Uh... I dunno? I haven't noticed."
That gave me a start.
Thank goodness Shusuke didn't seem to know what happened that day.
I mean, no way he'd be this calm if he did. It was an unlucky accident, a mere mishap—no one's fault. Wrapping it up like that had been the right call. Making a big deal out of it would've just brought misery to everyone. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that it was the best outcome.
Still, what Shusuke said about Uncle's reaction... it bugged me a little.
I was the one who got raped—why was Uncle avoiding me?
He'd taken every single one of my firsts... Was he planning to just brush it off like nothing happened? I wasn't demanding responsibility or anything... but thinking that all the affection and love I'd felt back then was an illusion left me feeling empty.
Especially after getting disappointed in Shusuke.
If I'd known it'd be like this, I should've teased him more...
Should I not have held back?
That day, Uncle Hayato had been at a loss, shedding tears.
Looking down at him writhing in guilt... it had been pretty enjoyable. That fragile side of Uncle that only I in the whole world got to see. Seeing the always-reliable man crawling on the floor like a newborn baby stirred up a strange sadistic urge in me.
But... tormenting someone is never the right thing to do...
So I'd suppressed that instinct with effort.
But now that I thought about it... the guy was a criminal who'd raped me...
A little teasing couldn't hurt, right?
"If nothing happened... could you talk to him for me?"
As I was lost in my fantasies, Shusuke called out to me.
"Talk to him?"
"Yeah. Please."
"A consultation out of nowhere?"
"No, it's Dad... he's been saying weird stuff..."
"......Weird stuff?"
"Since yesterday, he's been going on about remarriage outta the blue and bringing up blind dates... Doesn't it seem suspicious? I think he got scammed or something. Could you go talk to him? Tell him to snap out of it and not do anything stupid."
"......Haaaa?!"
Remarriage? What the hell was that?
He'd said he'd love Haruna forever—was it all lies?
Hearing about blind dates made my blood boil.
He'd professed his love so desperately... cherished me so preciously... Remarriage? That was betrayal. The heartfelt confession from two days ago, directed not at me... ah, no, not at Haruna, but some other woman? I couldn't stand it.
As someone who'd once been Haruna, I couldn't accept that.
"You think it's weird too, right?"
"......Yeah, it's ridiculous."
Uncle clearly needed some proper punishment.
The next day, after confirming Shusuke had left the house, I headed to his place to meet Uncle. My goals: stop his remarriage plans and punish him for his misguided thoughts. Well, 'punish' just meant making him prostrate... but even that would be enough. Imagining it gave me chills.
-Beep beep beep beep
-Ding... WEEEE!
"......What?"
But... what was this now?
The front door passcode had been changed. Anyone could tell someone was wary of me. He'd always said to come over anytime like it was my own house, and now this cowardly move... He must be really on edge. But I had a way around it.
If the front door was blocked, I'd just use the side door.
The key under the flowerpot, as always.
-Click
I opened the door and stepped inside, greeted by the familiar furniture.
"Uncle?"
But the familiar person was nowhere to be seen.
No one in the living room, the kitchen... Uncle, who worked from home, should've been here... Maybe a quick errand? Or had he fled because he thought I might show up? As I wandered around playing hide-and-seek, I heard a rustle from the study. It was Uncle Hayato, the one I was looking for.
[......Ngh]
I crept closer and pressed my ear to the door, hearing his groan.
Worried he might be hurt, I listened again—and this time, I heard my name.
[Yuki... Hah, Yuki...]
Uncle Hayato, breathing raggedly as he called my name.
Suspecting the worst, I opened the door...
"Yuki... Haaaah..."
My suspicions were confirmed—Uncle was masturbating.
And the subject of his fantasy... was me.
"......Uncle."
"Y-Yuki?! H-How are you here?!"
A guy thinking about remarriage jerking off to his son's girlfriend? Disgusting, repulsive behavior. But that's why it was perfect leverage. Now I could use this as an excuse... Hah, how much could I make him do? I'd planned to end 'punishment' at prostration... but thanks to this masturbation session, I could crank up the intensity.
"You're jerking off."
"I-I-I, uh..."
"While calling my name, too."
"N-No... I..."
"Why don't you keep going?"
"Y-Yuki?!"
"Keep going. I'm curious how guys do it."
This was going to be way more fun than I'd expected.