The Suppressed Heart is Like Mud 5
"Now it's just the four of us left."
The seats that had been fully occupied one by one emptied out as day and night cycled repeatedly. Player 1, the futanari mafia. Player 2, the cop who'd wasted the inspection potion. Player 5, who had nothing notable except for her filthy mouth. And finally, Player 7, who gave off an aura like she was from another world entirely. A terrifying silence hung over the center, where only four remained. The pressure to weed out the futanari hiding among the citizens was palpable.
They're all focused on finding me. If it weren't for these leggings... I wonder what would've happened...♡ My futanari dick, guilty of so many crimes, throbbed sharply. A chill crawled up my back from the seat roots.
"Hey, Player 7, that means one of those bitches is the rapist mafia, right?"
"Yes, I suppose we can rule out you—Player 5—and me as mafia."
The two citizens, unrelated to the cop role, narrowed the vote targets to me and Player 2.
"We have to choose carefully. This is probably the last day we'll eliminate someone by vote."
I tamped down my excitement and gave them quiet advice. If the mafia survived this round, tonight would bring another futanari dick rape. Then the fifth day would be a one-on-one between the futanari and the citizen—a guaranteed win for the futanari mafia.
"It's Player 1! Players 4 and 6 got done in like that because of Player 1!"
The real cop, pushed to this point, finally yelled it out.
"Player 1 is... well, the cop, right? How can you be so sure she wasted the potion on both of them...!"
Player 5 glared at me—the fake cop—and Player 2. With victory or defeat riding on this choice, it wasn't easy to decide.
"You're really fucking useless...! Should've just kept the potion instead..."
Player 2 was fed up with Player 5, who wouldn't side with her even after being fed the potion.
"Heh heh."
They're staggering on their own over there. Their shallow trust had cracks from the start. I couldn't help but smile, dick and all.
But I don't know if Player 7 will side with me or not. My side wasn't much better off.
-Player 1, are you a magic girl?
That line from the night... Did she say it because she voted out Player 6? It's nagging at me. Especially from Player 7, who always seemed so cool and never cracked a joke—her sudden magic girl question felt like a pebble in my shoe.
Even though I'd disguised the aphrodisiac pill as the inspection potion and fed it to her, I couldn't be sure Player 7 believed I was the cop.
Should've done a magic girl cosplay after all. I regretted missing that chance in the panic.
"Player 2, one of us is getting voted out today anyway. How about we each get some time to appeal?"
At this stage, the cops' votes were locked against each other. So instead of pointless bickering, I proposed time to persuade the other side.
"Fine... You're voting for me anyway, and I'll do the same."
She still hated me—the mafia—but Player 2 got on board. Of course, even if I convinced Player 5, Player 2 convincing Player 7 would bring us back to square one.
But even if I'm not a magic girl, that's no reason for her to pick Player 2. Player 2's just a cop who carries scissors around. No specific way to sway Player 7 came to mind. Which meant Player 2 couldn't make a move either. If I convinced Player 5, it was over.
If push comes to shove, I could probably handle the executors too... After winning the game once and now succeeding again with my futanari dick, I felt like I could do anything.
"Heh heh..."
I wonder if I can turn them all into onaholes once I take them down? Confidence surged through me. I headed straight for Player 5, who was leaning against the wall.
"Don't come any closer... Your footsteps sound like guys with nothing but cum for brains."
Player 5, with her twin tails, eyed my approach warily.
"Fine, got it. I'll talk from here then?"
No need to show my hand in the mind game that had already started. I couldn't pull out my dick during the day anyway, thanks to the leggings. It wasn't visible.
"Whatever bullshit you spew, it won't work. I'm not trusting anyone. So don't waste your fucking time."
"Hmm..."
She's got some edge to her. Blocked-off life. Rough mouth. Something eerily familiar emanated from the surprisingly young-looking Player 5. Unable to trust anyone. Not even daring to hope for herself. Despair bloomed like mold. The cause of this kind was simple.
"Player 5, you don't have parents, do you?"
"Ugh...!"
Touch the deeply embedded thorn, and... Sure enough, her eyebrows twitched.
"Nailed it. I can tell just by looking."
"You saying I look like some parentless orphan bitch?!"
Her wariness flipped to hatred in an instant. Her eyes burned with resentment, trying to set me ablaze.
"Because I am too. Me and my little sister got dumped by our parents."
"...What?"
Notoriety had enough power to douse those soaring flames. Misfortune carried weight.
"My dad hated my mom a lot. Because my little sister was always in the hospital."
Just recalling the past left a bitter residue in my chest.
-You should've given birth to a healthy kid like Mina! Every time my sister Mirae collapsed or got sick, that man raged at our mom for bearing us. The house was constantly a mess of overturned furniture and crashing noises. But he never left bruises on Mom. Whether to avoid reports or lacking the guts, I don't know. Mom would huddle under the covers, trembling, or always shed tears in the shadows.
-Mina, Mirae, I'm sorry—Mom.
So when Mom, driven to her limit, finally ran away... We couldn't chase her or resent her. She'd probably decided to live with a better man. Leaving all her past mistakes and wounds behind to start a new family.
-Ha, that damn bitch.
That left three of us at home. He still didn't swing fists, ironically. As if to prove he was better than the mom who'd fled, he cursed her while scraping by day by day.
-I can't let you kids drag my life down like this... If I hadn't married, I'd definitely have succeeded...
By middle school, the man—out of hatred fuel—chased the success marriage had stolen from him and left. My sister Mirae and I were sent to a facility. Breaking society's rules, I scraped together money from part-time jobs. I couldn't abandon my sister, who'd already been ditched multiple times like that man.
I resented him endlessly. And yet, part of me hoped.
If Dad succeeds and comes back... He'll at least cover Mirae's hospital bills, right? Pathetic hope that the man who'd abandoned his kids for himself might return with massive success.
-Are you Yumina? We've come to inform you of your father's passing.
As if mocking that hope, he returned as a cold corpse.
With welfare and part-time cash, we held a funeral in a tiny back room. The coarse mourning clothes scratched my skin. Incense smoke felt like it was scorching my lungs. The word "eldest daughter" chained me to that spot.
-This the funeral for that bastard? Hope you choke on money and die ugly.
Instead of helpful acquaintances, loan sharks chased even the corpse across the river. I couldn't guess the debt from their vicious glares.
Nothing left to take here anyway. Just a sigh escaped. Might as well take a few beatings and be done.
-Fuck... What kid handles the rites alone... Sigh, she'll probably renounce inheritance anyway... Whatever.
The burly men accepted a few drinks from me—the chief mourner—then stood.
-Don't follow your dad's footsteps. Don't even glance at loan sharks.
The men who'd come to squeeze money left green bills as condolence money instead. I gritted my teeth at pity even from loan sharks. And most pathetic of all...
"Th-thank you..."
Thinking of my sister, I had no choice but to express gratitude. To myself.
- Now, only white ashes remained from one man's life.
Whoosh— The swiftly swirling river demanded I toss them in.
"Pfft, hahaha! Dying after blaming us the whole time."
A life that preached success, fled, now boxed small. Alone by the stream, I couldn't hold back the laughter.
"What do you mean it's Mom's fault? Mirae's your daughter too..."
Cause of death: acute heart failure. Recalling the abuse he'd inflicted all those years, it was laughably absurd.
"If you'd gotten your shit together sooner and stopped blaming others! Mom wouldn't have abandoned us!"
I grabbed handfuls of ash, screamed, and hurled them.
"If you were gonna abandon everything, at least succeed honorably on your own!"
Then I could've hated you till death...! Or fixed that heart at least! Even reduced to this lightness, the piled-up grudges had no end.
Whoosh— All gone like that. The heaping box emptied.
"Ha..."
With everything tangible gone, emptiness flooded in. The heavy grudges finally sank to the riverbed. And nothing remained.
Whoosh— The unrelenting river demanded more even after the rite.
If I dipped my feet in that water, would I find peace like that man? Focusing on the water's murmur in my ears, my body felt drawn to float away.
-Ugh, unnie, I dropped the fish...
My little sister's face reflected on the cold surface. Days playing by the stream, catching loaches with Mirae, played like a movie.
"Part-time money... wasted... Missed three days. Oh yeah, they say you get benefits when parents die. Maybe look into it on the way back..."
I followed the chains binding me tightly. From childhood, I'd realized my life was like the flowing river—only heading downward. Piling up irrecoverable happiness. Steadily marching toward despair.
So. Of course I wouldn't expect anything.