Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: 2.11-2. Nanami's Encouragement
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"Naibusu!"
"...Nanami?"
After killing Akane.
I staggered back into the men's changing room, and there was Nanami, waiting for me.
...Why the hell are you still here? I told you to go to the hospital.
"! Naibusu! Your body!"
"My body?"
Her words made me realize.
I was completely naked—my underwear had burned away too.
"Sorry. Guess I showed you something ugly."
Something dangled between my legs, but I didn't even have the energy to cover it.
...No matter how you sliced it, Akane had been my childhood friend since we were kids.
My heart couldn't possibly stay calm after killing her with these hands.
"That's not it! Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?!"
"Ah... I'm fine. Not hurt."
"Then what are these wounds?!"
Nanami pointed to the scars on my chest and stomach.
"Oh, these? Scars from the Great Catastrophe. Pretty gross, huh?"
My body was covered in scars.
To the point where a minor would need parental guidance to look at it.
Most of them were from the Great Catastrophe.
I'd been so young back then—my body still tender, my level at rock bottom, no skills to speak of.
Thrown into that mess, there was no way I'd come out unscathed.
Just the bite marks from those velociraptor-like monsters numbered in the dozens.
Even now, years later, they throbbed every time it rained—the scars hadn't faded a bit.
『Naibusu got hurt this badly during the Great Catastrophe? And he never said a word? Shuji made such a huge fuss over way less...』
Even if I'd gotten hurt bad, it didn't erase what Nobuhiko went through.
That's what I thought, but I didn't bother saying it.
Right now, everything felt like too much trouble.
"Naibusu... are you really okay? Doesn't it hurt?"
"No matter how much it hurts, it's still better than you getting hurt."
"Eek... Naibusu...!"
True pain wasn't physical.
No matter how bad my body hurt, it was nothing compared to the agony of watching those humiliation scenes.
'This pain I'm feeling now will be fuel to crush those NTR fanatics in the future.'
Thinking like that made it bearable.
That's how I'd gritted my teeth and survived the Great Catastrophe.
Solely to slaughter those NTR maniacs someday.
『Naibusu...』
Nanami's blood pressure and pulse were spiking again.
Getting dangerous now.
Can't let your guard down just because you're young.
I'd died from high blood pressure in my past life, after all.
"Anyway, I'm gonna wash up. You head to the hospital, Nanami."
Too apathetic for anything, I left Nanami behind and headed into the showers.
My whole body was caked in soot and Akane's blood.
Clothes all burned off, so no need to undress—convenient, in a way.
I stood under the shower spray, lost in such pointless thoughts.
-Squeak.
I twisted the shower knob to shut off the water.
After dousing myself, the heavy mood had lifted a little.
Come to think of it, I forgot towels and a change of clothes. What now?
Maybe someone left something in the changing room?
"Naibusu? You done washing up?"
"Huh?"
As I shook water off my body, Nanami's voice came from outside the showers.
"Nanami? You didn't go to the hospital yet?"
『Ugh... what do I do? Come on, muster your courage! Shiina Nanami!』
"I brought gym clothes. Figured you wouldn't have anything to change into."
"Ah, thanks. Just leave 'em out front and go."
For someone chasing that soft gal vibe, Nanami had a thoughtful, gentle side too.
She'd make a great wife someday.
...She and Yuuki would've been the perfect pure love couple.
Why'd it have to... ugh!
The more I thought about it, the sadder it got.
"...Naibusu. I'm coming in."
"Huh?"
Before I could stop her.
-Click.
Nanami opened the shower door like it was the most natural thing.
I hadn't locked it, figuring no one would come at this hour. That was my mistake.
"N-Nanami?"
Men and women shouldn't be alone together past seven!
How could a lady just barge into the men's showers?!
I was too flustered to even yell.
Nanami rushed over and hugged me tight.
Oh.
God.
I'm naked right now.
"Naibusu. I'm so glad you came back safe. And thank you—for keeping your promise to me."
She clung to my back, her voice trembling with tears.
...Promise? What promise?
She'd just been rambling on her own about hoping I'd come back safe—I hadn't really promised anything.
"...Nanami. You already forgetting what I said earlier?"
Sure, she wasn't Yuuki's bride material anymore.
But that didn't mean she could stop valuing her body or casually touch guys.
All the heroines' virginities were precious.
Still, Nanami showed no sign of letting go.
If anything, she hugged tighter, like she never wanted to release me.
"I'm grateful you treasure me, Naibusu. But seeing you try so hard without any reward or recognition... it makes me so sad...?"
Nanami's voice cracked, like she was on the verge of tears.
I couldn't understand what was so sad about it.
I was already rewarded plenty. And recognized.
"I'm not doing this for rewards or recognition. I do it because I want to."
"Yeah. I know. I know you're that kind of guy."
Nanami smiled through teary eyes, like she understood everything.
...Doubt you do.
What exactly did she think I was?
"So... let me recognize you, at least. You can do it, Naibusu."
"Eep!"
Casually, like it was nothing.
Nanami's hand brushed between my legs.
It gently stroked my dick, which had been limp along with my gloomy mood.
『If my actions can comfort Naibusu even a little...』
Her soft palm slid up, then down.
She petted my dick like it was a kitten.
"I... I'm still too scared to do 'that' yet... but hand stuff, I can do for you."
"Nanami, wait...!"
Seeing her as Yuuki's girl was my own assumption.
Still, the idea was burned deep in me.
It felt weirdly like stealing my friend's girlfriend— this strange guilt.
"I'm doing this because I want to. You don't have to feel bad about it, Naibusu."
She gave me an excuse, like she knew exactly how I felt.
My mind screamed guilt, but my dick was already swelling.
『It's huge! And so hot! Could something like this really fit inside me...?』
Once I was fully hard, Nanami started proper stroking to make me cum.
Her sticky, chewy hand gripped my dick and slid up and down.
Something felt off.
Definitely different from other hands.
I wasn't super experienced, but I remembered vividly what a girl's handjob felt like.
Nanami's was... different.
Like it clung with suction cups, almost.
Felt like sticking it in an onahole, not a hand.
"Nngh... Nanami... I don't want to make you do this..."
My reason had already surrendered to lust, but I had to say it—empty words or not—to salve my conscience.
"Naibusu. Just leave it to me. No thinking. I want to do this."
I knew she'd say that.
Her predictable words eased my guilt.
'I didn't ask for it. She's doing it on her own.'
That's how I justified sullying Nanami's pure love like this.
Under her gentle strokes, my dick twitched, ready to release.
『Ah. That's a huge scar. How much did it hurt Naibusu?』
-Smack.
Nanami kissed the welded-shut scar near my heart.
A warm, tender mind flowed into me.
I felt her heartbreaking pity for my wounds.
"Guh... Nanami!"
Her kiss was like a needle to an overinflated balloon.
I couldn't hold back the surging climax and let it all out.
-Spurt! Splurt!
Thick semen splattered the shower floor.
『Ah, there it comes. So that's semen? More than I thought. And thicker too.』
-Splurt, spluuurt.
Unable to contain the rush, I pulled Nanami into a tight embrace.
She kept stroking gently until I was done.
The soft feel of her body in my arms. Her warmth. Her scent.
Wanting to protect the woman I held— was that just male instinct?
Akane had tried to harm Nanami.
Tried to humiliate her using another man.
I'd killed Akane for that.
To protect Nanami.
So I had no reason to feel guilty.
-Spurt.
My murky emotions drained out with the semen.
After squeezing the last drop, my dick went quiet.
A sense of relief came from Nanami that she'd gotten me off safely.
"...How was it? Feel good? Want another round?"
Why was that?
Just one handjob, and Nanami looked different.
A subtle affection for her was budding inside me.
I really was a simple guy.
"Nah, I'm good. That was plenty. Thanks."
Worried she'd notice my shifting feelings, I answered flatly on purpose.
"Ah... okay."
But she seemed a little disappointed by my response.
『What do I do? It was probably lame. Should I ask some other guy to let me practice?』
"No!"
"Huh?"
Her thought about asking another guy slipped out of me aloud.
I had no right to meddle in her private life, but I couldn't tolerate her meeting men for that reason.
"...Uh, zoned out for a sec. Sorry. It felt amazing. Can I ask you again next time?"
"Yeah... if you want, Naibusu."
Nanami nodded shyly.
"Thanks."
...Is this really okay?
My mindset felt less pure love fanatic and more harem trash by the day.
President did it, so I swore loyalty to her. Sana did it, swore not to disappoint her. Now Nanami does it, and here we are.
By any measure, I wasn't some noble pure love guy anymore. Total harem scum.
Where the hell was I headed...?
"Good work out there, Naibusu."
-Mwah.
Nanami kissed me.
Not on the cheek—on the lips.
"You saved my life. Thanks. See you tomorrow!"
She waved cutely, then hurried out like she was hiding her embarrassment.
『Does he think I'm easy now? You're the first guy I've done this for. He saved my life, so this much should be fine, right? Or should I just be honest? No, then he'll think I'm too serious. Better he thinks I'm easy? Argh, I don't know!』
Her complicated feelings faded as she walked away.
...Everyone carries their own worries.
People agonize and agonize, picking the least bad answer.
Life has no perfect solutions.
"...Guess I'll head home."
Somehow, my own worries felt silly now.
I decided to crash out, grabbed the gym clothes from the paper bag Nanami left by the door.
...They were women's bloomers.