Chapter 4: Make It Even More Twisted ♡

Make It Even More Distorted ♡

I think I first noticed Kikka's distortion when I was in the middle of elementary school.

At the time, I wasn't particularly interested in Kikka because she wasn't as selfish as Karen, and while I thought she was boring, we just interacted as normal childhood friends. We played together, talked, and did normal, normal things.　

However, that perception was overturned after a certain test.　

I forget why, but I stopped at the toilet far from my classroom. I think it was because the nearest one was crowded or something like that. Not the toilet near my classroom, but the one near the science lab or music room.

Naturally, I had traveled a fair bit further than usual, so when I arrived I immediately went into a private room and sat down. It feels like the need to pee is closer now than when I was a boy, or rather, I can't hold it in as well, so I'm quite nervous.　

So I breathed a sigh of relief when I arrived safely.

...And then...　

"... Ugh..."

I heard a strange sound. It was like a muffled voice, but with a density that suggested strong emotion. For some reason, that's what I thought.　

However, there was no way I could have known where the sound was coming from. I was in a private toilet at the time. If the source of the sound had been within my line of sight, that would have been even more of an incident.　

Also, as I said before, it was a toilet on the edge of the school. Compared to the ones near the classrooms, it was a place that was almost completely deserted.　

It was quite out of character for me, but I felt a bit scared at the time.　

A mysterious sound can be heard in an empty toilet. Where is it coming from, who is making it, or is it just a draft coming in from somewhere that makes it sound that way?　

Mystery breeds fear. Not knowing means darkness, and my endless imagination about what lurks in that darkness sounds the alarm. And fear is something that grows over time.　

Before I knew it, I was unable to get up from the toilet seat I was sitting on, as if the sound had driven a wedge into me.　

But I can't stay like this forever. The next class will start soon, so I can't stay holed up in the bathroom forever.　

So I began searching for the source of the sound, hoping to dispel the darkness and shake off some of that fear.

Fortunately, that ended quickly.　

To start with, I leaned my body closer to the right wall and pressed one ear against it, and I was right.　

The sound was clearly louder and had a clearer definition.　

"Why.. .Yuri...."　

It wasn't a sound that resembled a voice, but a definite voice.　

The voice was tensed around the throat, and although it wasn't loud, each letter was filled with the passion of an angry shout. By putting my ear closer, I was able to hear the curse words more clearly.　

But even if I understand that much, even if I know it's a voice, I still can't tell whose voice it is. I can't recall who is speaking from a faint voice heard through a wall. Just like how you can tell there are words written in a low-resolution photograph, but you can't tell who wrote them.

However, for no apparent reason, the face of one person came to mind.　

Even back then, I saw the face of a cute girl with long black hair and intense eyes. A girl I had a relationship with in this life.　

(...Kikka-chan?)　

In that moment, I had the illusion that the fog in my brain had vanished. It was as refreshing as the moment when you finally fit the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle into place.　

I probably hadn't noticed it myself, but somewhere in my head I was thinking that this might be the case. I felt a sense of relief when my self-consciousness finally caught up with this conclusion.　

It's strange, and this is just my own opinion, but the moment I feel like I've found the source of the voice, the voice coming from next to me becomes much clearer.　

It's as if there are no walls, and the pronunciation of each character is clearly whispered in my ear. The voice of the virtual Kikka-chan, along with her thoughts, travels through my ears and reaches my brain.　

The true feelings of someone I thought I had known for a long time are revealed when I discover an unknown side of them.　

"Why can't I beat someone like Yuri?"

....　

This may sound crude, but at that moment I was incredibly grateful that I was sitting on a toilet seat. If I had been standing in class and heard the same voice, I would have crouched down in shock, and if someone were to touch me now, I would have reacted sensitively.　

I already knew that the body of a young girl who had just finished orgasm was extremely sensitive to stimulation.　

And I truly feel glad that it was a private room, an absolute territory where no one was around.

"...Ahaha♡"　

No one could see the corners of my mouth twisting up so much it hurt, my eyes watering, my cheeks flushed.　

My true nature lurks beneath the many layers of masks.　

Because no one found out.　

In one word, Kikka-chan is a girl with a lot of pride.　

However, this pride is not unfounded, but stems from abilities backed up by solid skills and hard work.　

From the time I first met her as a child, she had been working hard to improve herself, studying and taking lessons at the same time.

Her efforts have also produced clear results. I have seen with my own eyes on several occasions that these concrete evidences assert their presence in the corners of her room.

The achievements she has built up over the past decade are a source of pride for her.　

That's really amazing.　

She never stop growing as a person, and is proud of her achievements and have established herself.　

Because she was such a girl, she was able to maintain a certain distance without falling into my clutches like Karen.

I don't know if she was aware that getting too close to me would lead to her becoming corrupted, but she has some awareness of it.　

So I thought she was boring and uninteresting.　

What I wanted was a convenient toy just for me, and she was a respectable person who would never become a toy no matter what. I thought she would just grow up on her own and be successful somewhere on her own.　

But I was wrong. That's when I realized it. That's when I accidentally heard her voice in the toilet stall.　

"Why can't I beat someone like Yuri?"

That's definitely what I heard that day.　

At first, I thought her frustration was directed at me. She was trying so hard, so why couldn't she beat the careless Yuri?

Wasn't it unfair?

But that was not the case.

I had underestimated this girl named Kikka.　

The only target of her frustration was herself. "I didn't win again this time. Maybe I didn't try hard enough!" she thought, blaming herself.　

What a beautiful heart, what a noble thought.　

A clear thought, like a blank canvas.　

"Then I have no choice but to violate and defile you ♡"　

Ah, I had underestimated this girl called Kikka. I had written her off as a boring person, looked down on her, and abandoned her.

Not at all.

Absolutely not!

There's no way a newly purchased canvas isn't valuable; you can paint anything on it and it's priceless.　

She was pure white and could become anything. If this were the world of a game, she could become a hero or even a saint.　

And her strong spirit slowly, slowly, but with a sure hand, added lines to the canvas, one by one, drawing closer to the sensibility of the young girl named Kikka.　

I'm really glad that I was able to see into her mind when I was in elementary school. It was before she was fully formed. If it had happened in middle school, it would have been pointless to try and get involved. It's too late.

I was still in elementary school at the time, so I made it in time.

I was able to take away her mental brush and paint on a canvas that could paint anything.

Before she could be fully completed, she was once a noble woman, but before she could be fully completed, everything was repainted as a piece of human trash by me.

I was able to splash the ink of my malice all over the canvas of her heart.

I did it, I DID IT, I DID IT!!

Of course, it's not perfect. It's not as easy as Karen-chan, and I can't do it the way I want.　

But I certainly succeeded in creating a pitch-black stain on her canvas, which was supposed to be pure white, and I am determined to make that stain permeate the entire canvas one day.　

The girl named Kikka, because of her nobility, did not know how to release the resentment inside her.　

As a child, she did not rely on aggression, such as hitting objects or people, nor on avoidance, such as blaming others or avoiding her own responsibility.　

So with no way to escape, her feelings remain inside her like pus.

I decided to give her a way to let it out.　

I knew that it would pluck out her wings and lead her to the lowest point in her humanity.

A choice that a noble woman like her would never have chosen on her own.

Relieving stress through "sadistic desires" causes her to fall from noble self into mere trash.

"Did I make you wait, Kikka-chan?"

I quickly left the classroom and walked a short distance before opening the door and calling out to the lovely girl inside.

"...I'm fine. Don't worry about it, Yuri."

When she saw my face, she looked a little embarrassed, but she answered firmly.

Perhaps she's still reeling from the earlier spat with Karen. But even so, it's typical of her to always put consideration first.

I had come to this empty classroom after being called by this girl, Kikka-chan.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Kikka-chan. I couldn't stop Karen-chan."　

"No, Yuri, don't worry about it. It was Karen's, no, my fault."　

"That's not true! Karen-chan was exaggerating!"　

"Is that so?" she said, still looking uncomfortable, but perhaps realizing that further discussion would only lead to failure, she refused to speak any further.　

This kind of thing shows how smart she is, or rather, how good at intuition she is. It would be almost impossible to do this with Karen, so she's really an easy pick. I do grow attached to the broken radio, but in terms of conversation, Kikka is the overwhelming winner.

Since she had finally finished the conversation, I decided to get straight to the point.

"...So, etto, the thing you want to talk about today....?"　

"...Yeah, I guess so."

Kikka takes a deep breath and holds it for a few seconds.

Then she exhaled and opened her mouth.

"Yuri, I think you should distance yourself from Karen."　

What time did it start?

Whenever she contacted me, she would always call me into this classroom and warn me to stay away from Karen.　

It's just goodwill.　

The reason is that she believes Karen is ruining me, or rather, that the useless Karen won't let me go. She can't leave her childhood friend beside that selfish queen, a noble thought typical of her.　

A noble thought.... Is it really so?

"It's always been awful, but Karen's behavior recently is unbearable. If you stay together any longer, I don't think it's good for either you or Karen."　

"But Karen-chan is a good girl at heart, you know? She's actually a kind person..."　

"Listen, Yuri. That's the worst thing you can say about a person. You know the truth, right? Things like, 'at heart', 'actually'. No matter how beautiful those invisible parts are, as long as you belong to society, humans have to be beautiful in the visible parts first."　

If all that is said is true, then.　

"Yuri shouldn't be with someone like Karen."　

If so, who would be okay to be with me?　

"If we were together... Then you, you..."　

You shouldn't have to make excuses, Kikka-chan.

The reason she's angry is simple, so just let it all out really.

Kikka just doesn't like the fact that I, who am better than her, am constantly hanging out with Karen, who is vastly inferior to her, and in other words, subservient to her.

If that's the case, then she's jealous and thinks that I should be with her, a fellow childhood friend.　

But she doesn't like it, she's jealous, etc. Her noble nature means she doesn't know how to deal with those negative emotions.　

So she makes a point.　

If things continue like this, my future will be ruined. Karen's future will be ruined. She give plausible reasons, deceiving herself and me. She tries to get her way while remaining noble.

She continues to try to stay beautiful.　

But I don't accept that.

In a coincidence when we were in elementary school, I took away the brush of integrity from her.

"...I'm sorry. I know you care about us, Kikka-chan."　

"Yuri!"

"Sorry, okay?"　

I apologize while trying to look apologetic.　

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And then, as I was about to leave the classroom... I deliberately slowed down,　

"Wait, Yuri!"　

"Kyaa?!"　

She pulled rather forcefully at the wrist of my arm that had been unable to escape her range, with such force that it seemed she wasn't going to let me go anywhere, that she wouldn't let me escape.

In this life, the difference in strength between me, who has never been particularly athletic, and her, who is a member of a sports club, is clear.

In this situation, there is no way for me to escape.

"Hahaha, Kikka-chan is amazing. You really are the ace of the basketball club, aren't you?"　

"I'm sorry, Yuri! I got impatient and ended up being so forceful!"　

Even as she said that, there was no sign of her loosening her grip on my arm. This was probably proof that she unconsciously felt possessive towards me.　

This is one of the few but definite results that I have cultivated over a long period of time.　

"I guess I just can't win against Kikka-chan."　

"You're so unfair... Even though you're better than me..."　

The strength with which she squeezed me increased all at once. Her heart reacted strongly to the words "I can't win."　

So I immediately said,　

"Ugh~"　

I frown as I let out a small cry. The ratio of what I'm acting to what I'm really thinking is one to one. In reality, her grip is strong and it's causing me some pain.

It feels so good that my face involuntarily stiffens.　　

"Ah, I'm so sorry! I just..."　　

The seed has already been planted. Now it's time to water it little by little. Until the day her sadistic desires grow.　

She begins to link words like "I can't win" with the pained look on my face.　　

That alone will only make her sadistic tendencies grow. Because the desires that her noble self would never harbor are heretical and very noticeable in her heart. She will inevitably end up putting up with those feelings for a long time, which she cannot ignore.

If that happens, the flowers will bloom soon.　

So the important thing is to give her more water.　

You can't let go of this arm now.　

Give me more pain and make me feel this pleasure.

And look at my face more.　

"Don't let go, Kikka-chan... Just a little longer, stay like this..."　

"Eh...?"

Just one step closer to her. Just two or three steps away and we'll be together.　

So just one step.

One step indeed, one step now.

Because she was close to her downfall.　

"Stronger... with me... please, can you?　

"....."

The rightness of her actions was obvious from the look on her face.

Author Note:

I'm scared that if I'm not careful it will turn into an R18 story.

Karen's theme is common sense that wasn't nurtured, while Kikka's theme is common sense that was forcibly nurtured.

I'm confused because Kikka seems more like the main heroine than I thought.