Chapter 1119 - The First Cry of a Monster
—"Settlement (Seisan)" means to calculate purely. In other words, it generally refers to correctly organizing relationships such as lending and borrowing, and bringing them to a clean conclusion (settling).
As it is an event that is often forced by necessity, there are many possible patterns where it becomes something bitter for the side making the settlement from the perspective of 'responsibility.'
At least in this case. The word "settlement" was carved into my heart as one of the most terrifying words among the countless two-character compounds in existence.
Henceforth, I shall never forget in my life—today, this day.
That's right. The day I broke my belief, which I had sworn was absolute... the day I had to break it, and knelt before the surging offensive of the united front, and wore defeat (disgrace) in my regret and reluctance...
......................That is,
""—Sooooooooo cuuuuuuuute....!!!!""
"Oh..."
"...It's so much that I'm not even angry anymore."
"..............................................Kill me."
The shameful day when a Japanese man was made to wear something he should not wear, forever.
—The time was evening, the place was my room.
And five people gathered, all of whom were girls (females) based only on their current appearance. In other words, excluding me in my transformed state, there were four people in total: the two craftsmen of death who brought the cruelty, my useless little sister, and the spectator senior.
And so, four pairs of gazes released from indigo, orange, light blue, and yellow eyes were poured in a straight line toward none other than me, one dead person lost in despair.
That's right, haha... it's a monochrome outfit suitable for a dead person. Laugh.
"............So, I put it on him, but."
"U-um, yeah, is this okay? Won't we be charged with some kind of crime?"
"Public release might be... hesitant...?"
"As I thought, looking at you calmly is starting to make me angry. Enough is enough, you."
I told you to laugh. Don't look at me so closely...!!
What's so fun about making a man wear a maid outfit!!!
"Kill me... I'm done for............"
"Now, now, saying 'ore (I/me)' in that outfit is also quite something..."
The ultimate form of the collaboration of white and black, which is elegant because it's simple. The overflowing charm could certainly be called a man's dream, but if the position changes, the dream turns into a nightmare.
Who said they wanted to wear it themselves.
Settlement... even if I'm told it's something I must do, it's an excessive punishment—
"Now, now, now... look, don't look down, let's look at yourself too."
"Stop it, don't do it, don't try to deliver the finishing blow...!"
While I was crushed, my hand was taken, and although I reflexively tried to resist, my body (avatar) wouldn't move well, pulled by my spirit which was too concerned about various things.
While showing a full smile, Nono-san... doing something unnecessary, she led me to the full-length mirror that Ri-na had taken out from her inventory, which she must have prepared at some point.
And so, if I was led there. In addition, if my chin was tilted up by the string manipulation of the spectator kitten who had joined in—
"......................................................................"
What was reflected in my eyes was... a demon with a gold club (match made in heaven), which was natural to be speechless at.
Or rather, an ultra-beautiful girl in a maid outfit.
What Nono-Nia called a Japanese-style maid tailoring. Large sleeves like a kimono, a knee-length skirt like a hakama, a style that resembled my one-and-only outfit in my Inner form, [Sakura Hanaori (White Sakura Weave)], a handshake event of flashiness and neatness.
An upper garment decorated with frills to the extent that it didn't become an exaggerated apron dress. A lower garment that actually looked completely like a skirt from the outside (only) but had a culotte structure inside. Cherry blossom embroidery scattered in the details, such as the decorative string wrapped around the joining part like an obi.
I have no idea how it became like that, but with an outstanding stability and lack of discomfort that conversely made me anxious, the feet were thick-soled boots with decorative shapes reminiscent of geta. Plus, there was the black sto— underwear that thankfully filled the exposure. And,
On top of the head, a headdress that sat perfectly as if it were natural.
A design that perfectly matched the [Ruby Rabbit Heart (Aquamarine-)] rabbit hairpin that was already there, with the hairstyle changed from the usual ultra-long side-tail to a chignon—
Well, they've done it (prepared it). No doubt.
It was a planned crime that had gone through a period of prior preparation.
"..............................................Nia."
"Ah, yes."
"......................Since when were you planning this?"
When I asked the indigo-colored girl, who had already confessed to being the leader of the collaboration.
"Ah—... the day you were discharged from the hospital?"
"What a thing to do, you deliberate culprit..."
...Well, apparently that's how it was.
In short, why I broke my belief, which I had touted as absolute, and even though I saw certain death, I folded and submitted to wearing this—
One, a make-up for the last-minute cancellation of the previous event.
One, a make-up for the case of shutting myself in during this event.
And one—the pushy mystery logic that since I had seen the maid outfits of Sora, Nia, and also Ashe that day, I should also wear one and show it.
The reason was a forced logical defeat due to the combination of those.
...No, I know.
I did know that there were plenty of seeds for rebuttal. I knew that the room for survival remained, and I could hear the voice of my calm self shouting loudly in my heart.
But, however...
—Hmm...?—
—In other words, is it like this—
—Is that (that) the value of 'our maid outfit figures' in your mind—
...No, it's impossible, right?
I can't win against that, right?
It's natural that the room for rebuttal would be completely crushed, right?
It's decided that it was the best, at a level where I wouldn't regret anything as a reward, right???
"..............................................Enough, kill me."
Hence, this. Kill me.
"You're good at being defiant. Why don't you just enjoy it, that much (at least that)?"
"You call a matter of a man's dignity 'that much'...?"
"Cute. You can be an idol."
"Is that the right consolation for a man you call 'older brother'?"
"Now, now, now, isn't it fine! It really suits you so much it's off-putting; you're invincible! You're the invincible Haru-chan! Shall we go for a world debut? Oh— you've already made your worldwide debut, haven't you? This is troubling! Number one in the world!!"
"You talkative citrus..."
"Talkative citrus!?"
Wai-wai. Surrounding the boy who was currently suffering a deep wound to his heart, the girls were each enjoying themselves as they pleased, which was truly excellent. Really, truly excellent (remember this)...
And, click, indigo gaze matching.
"............Are you satisfied?"
"Sorry, I'm super satisfied... nhehe."
When I asked Nia, who was reflecting an apologetic look in her eyes for now, but in the end was grinning happily and joyfully more than anything else. After staring at her with half-closed eyes for a few seconds—
"........................Phew—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............!!!"
I let out a huge, long sigh.
Intending to exhale all my shame, I let it trail off... and click. Looking ahead to what would come after this, I flipped a switch that had been left unused for a long time.
It was obvious what it was.
The time was evening—that is, dinner time. At such a timing, I was made to wear a maid outfit... or rather, a service outfit (this kind of thing) as a 'make-up' for the group members.
Because what was being sought was already decided.
—And, if that's the case.
"...? Oh, my, eh, somehow the atmosphere is"
"Ha? What, what happened?"
"Shut up, Cat-Citrus."
""Cat-Citrus...!?""
Since jumping into the virtual world, I have a chance for a counterattack that I can show them, using 'my' specialty that I've only shown to a few people so far.
"I don't care anymore—I'll show you my desperation (seriousness). Be prepared."
Now, let's go scatter a desperate hell.