The Philosophy of Pure White (2)
Q: I ended up telling a girl my own age (a relative) that she looks like an AV actress. What’s going to happen to me?
A: [Answer] I sincerely express my deepest condolences.
It could potentially fall under Article 230 of the Japanese Penal Code (defamation), a violation of various local youth protection and cultivation ordinances, or causing a sense of unease under the Minor Offenses Act. Furthermore, you should be prepared for civil claims for damages (consolation money) based on tortious acts.
Especially considering the special circumstances of a familial relationship, there is a very high probability that the victim’s application for a restraining order will be immediately approved. In the worst case, a family council could be convened, leading to permanent expulsion from the clan (erasure from the family register).
The wisest course of action in this situation is to write a letter of reflection that fully acknowledges your wrongdoing and, with the help of a neutral third party or a professional attorney as mediator, negotiate settlement conditions to avoid criminal prosecution.
(Omitted)
I wish the questioner the best of luck.
Raon’s deep blue-purple irises widened dramatically.
Shock had drained all color from her lips, through which only faint, suppressed breaths occasionally leaked out.
But what truly froze Shun’s heart was the bright red flush that began spreading from her neck upward, a stark contrast to her pale face.
Like ink bleeding across paper, the crimson rapidly overtook her white cheeks and reached all the way to the tips of her ears.
And then, from Raon’s lips, which were twitching as she struggled to maintain that trembling, forced smile—
“……Hic.”
A small, pitiful hiccup slipped out.
“……”
“……”
We’re fucked.
That was Shun’s carefully considered conclusion.
Due to the massive surge of adrenaline, Shun felt time around him flowing thickly and slowly.
In that infinitely slowed moment, Shun once again calmly began to analyze the current situation.
What the hell? How did Raon come back already?
Shun checked the clock hanging on the wall.
Current Time: 3:20 PM
For real, what is going on?
Considering his mother—Himari’s—difficult personality, this was physically impossible timing.
Had she gone to the neighborhood convenience store instead of a furniture store?
Or maybe she used some kind of teleportation while holding Raon’s hand?
No.
This wasn’t the time to be thinking about that.
The most urgent priority was to somehow clean up the catastrophe before his eyes.
Desperately clinging to his sanity, Shun gave himself a mental command.
Calm down. This isn’t that weird of a situation.
A healthy seventeen-year-old boy watching a bit of adult video is normal, right?
For boys in the prime of their youth, it was an extremely natural and healthy physiological reaction.
Raon, who had entered the room without knocking (though, to be fair, he had knocked), also bore some responsibility.
Even so, the comment he’d made earlier about the actress resembling Raon was…
Haha.
She probably didn’t hear it.
No, she must not have heard it.
In the heavy, suffocating silence that pressed down on the room.
Within the deathly quiet, Shun, having finished organizing his thoughts, gently opened his mouth.
“Hold on, Raon. I completely understand why you’d be surprised and flustered. But this is merely part of a visual analysis of the video media Suzuki brought over…”
It was supposed to continue as a very logical and gentlemanly defense: nothing more than the natural curiosity of healthy male students, and certainly not intended to harm Raon or view her in any strange way.
But perhaps God doesn’t grant boys harboring impure lust the opportunity to explain themselves?
From the speaker connected to the monitor, the actress’s climactic moans from the video’s highlight reel blasted out in surround sound.
The visual analysis was continuing.
“I dunnooo… I don’t know, I don’t knowww! From now on, I’m only gonna think about things that feel good—!!”
“I’ll be Master’s one and only cum bride for lifeeee—!!”
“……”
“……”
“……”
The overwhelming sense of presence.
The trembling breaths hitting the eardrums.
It truly proved the mastering quality was worth the 3,000 yen.
Slap— Slap—
Squelch— Squelch—.
Even the wet sound effects of colliding pelvises.
“C-cum bride…?”
Whoosh—!
Raon’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red than before.
Her large blue-purple eyes welled up with tears that looked like they would spill over at any moment.
Yet perhaps due to her naturally kind and gentle personality.
Even in a situation where Shun could very well receive a moral death sentence, Raon was still trying her best to offer them a polite smile.
“S-sorry for… interrupting…”
“R-Raon?! Wait! It’s a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding!”
“I had no idea at all… That the two of you were…”
Raon avoided Shun’s gaze as he desperately reached out toward her.
Then, in a stuttering, barely audible voice, she continued.
“I didn’t realize you were engaged in such a passionate… um, st-stained youth… study session… I really, hic, had no idea…”
Just curse at me already.
But sadly, Raon was pathetically trying to understand Shun with her trembling voice.
It was truly an angelic temperament.
Pure goodwill hurt more than violence.
Shun experienced firsthand just how far endless kindness could drive a person into misery.
“You’re wrong! It’s not a study session! There wasn’t any staining! I was just part of the bomb squad defusing a landmine! Please just listen to me!”
“I-it’s fine…! Ueda-kun and the others are pubescent boys, it’s the age where curiosity is at its peak… It’s not something to be ashamed of; it’s, um, proof that you’re incredibly healthy…!”
Despite Shun’s desperate shout, Raon carefully set the plate of apples down on the side table near the door with her trembling white hands.
Then, just before she spun around to flee into the hallway.
With a voice mixed with suppressed sobs, Raon drove in the final nail.
“A-and…!”
“Uh, Raon…?”
“I-I… I don’t look anything like that person…! I absolutely don’t!”
“…?!”
Ah.
She heard it.
Stunned as if struck by a massive blow.
Toward Shun, whose face had gone white and frozen like a statue, Raon cried out while scattering tears.
“I-I’ll leave the apples here…! E-enjoy the rest of your… good time…!”
“Wait, Raon!”
Tadadadadadadak!
The sound of footsteps fleeing down the hallway.
Shun burst into the hallway with a face drained of all color, but the door to the guest room at the far end of the second floor was already shut tight.
Click—!
Moreover, the merciless sound of the doorknob turning—a door that had never been locked before—echoed.
“……”
Staggering.
Like a mummy whose soul had departed, Shun returned to the room and collapsed to his knees with a thud.
His vacant gaze fell to the floor.
One of the apple slices that had fallen earlier caught his eye.
A beautifully carved apple in the shape of a rabbit.
There was even a small toothpick neatly inserted to add to the cuteness.
That kind, considerate girl.
She had personally carved the apple for Shun, who had struggled moving heavy furniture over the weekend, even decorating it cutely, and carefully brought it upstairs.
Such a rabbit apple was now rolling on the floor.
The rabbit ears of the prettily carved apple seemed to be looking up at Shun and mocking him.
Master, you fucking idiot.
“……Haah.”
As he let out a despairing sigh, a long, dark shadow suddenly fell across Shun’s field of vision.
What now.
Was it Suzuki?
Without any particular thought, as if resigned, Shun blankly raised his head.
What appeared before his eyes was.
“Our son~.”
Ah.
That’s right.
If Raon had come home, it inevitably meant.
His mother, Himari, had returned with her.
[Haaah…! Ah, aaah…!]
“……”
Standing in the doorway.
Himari looked down at the room where the squelching moans and lewd dialogue still echoed from the monitor.
She wore the most benevolent, gentle smile in the world, like the Virgin Mary herself.
At some point, a rice cake mallet had appeared in her hand.
“You were so admirable, silently helping clean Raon’s room without a single complaint since early weekend morning.”
“M-Mother. This is…”
“Our sweet Raon came back and immediately carved apples so prettily, saying you must have worked hard, and trotted upstairs with quick little steps…”
Crack.
Crack. Crack. Craaaack.
Thick veins began rising one by one on Himari’s brightly smiling forehead.
If one focused, one could see the translucent figure of a Hannya blazing behind her back.
“And my son was having a nice time with his friend watching a 『Whore Bride』…?”
A devastating killing intent that made it impossible to meet her eyes.
In that suffocating terror, a frantic rustling sound came from behind Shun.
Startled, he looked back to see Suzuki, who had been frozen in the corner, now with one leg slung over the second-floor windowsill.
“S-Suzuki… you?!”
The guy really was quick on the uptake.
Suzuki leaped over the window, selling out his friend smoothly and swiftly without the slightest hesitation.
He had clearly distinguished between what could be saved (himself)
and what could not (his friend).
“Ma’am! He bought all of those! I tried to stop him from the side!”
“You son of a—!”
As a result.
-> The hardcore adult videos piled high on the floor.
-> The reason Raon had turned deathly pale and fled.
-> This is my son?
Analysis complete.
Himari raised the rice cake mallet.
“Looks like what happened on Friday wasn’t enough, huh?”
“……”
He had no clue how to explain this.
Therefore— Shun simply closed his eyes tightly instead of answering.
It seemed there was no need to search for a dagger for seppuku after all.
That was how Shun’s weekend ended.
Perhaps not just his weekend.
But also other precious things—such as the bare minimum dignity and trust one should uphold as a high school student.