I’m Incompetent and a Failure, and My Childhood Friend, Who Is a Beautiful Kyoto Dialect Vice President Idol on the Outside but in Reality Is a Menhera Yandere, Is Dependent on Me, but Please, Leave Me Alone!
I am at the doorstep of the house next door, the Kosaka’s. The layout of the Kosaka’s is a normal house.
Although it is often misunderstood, the Kosaka’s is an ordinary house, not a wealthy, luxurious, or celebrity house.
Akemi’s mother’s family lives in Kyoto, and it seems to be a famous ryokan (traditional Japanese inn) in the area.
Today, the number of ryokan is decreasing as they are being weeded out by the hotels that line the streets, but this ryokan has continued to operate without going out of business, maintaining its old atmosphere while proactively adopting current trends and establishing itself as a long-established establishment.
Akemi’s Kyoto dialect seems to come from her mother’s side of the family, and it is said that her mother’s Kyoto dialect was transferred to her.
I timidly press the Kosaka family’s intercom.
“Hello,Ara~, it’s you, Aki-kun, it’s been a long time~. What’s up? You came to see Akemi, didn’t you? Please come in~!”
The woman who came out from inside was a young, fair-skinned, dark-haired woman with big breast.
She looked to be in her late twenties and could easily be mistaken for Akemi’s older sister, but to my surprise, she was actually Akemi’s mother, in her mid-forties.
It is a wonder of the human body.
My own mother complains that she doesn’t want to walk next to her because of the terrible difference in their appearance.
“Ah…no, uh…Ah! This is just a trivial thing.”
“Ara~ thank you very much. From Kazuko san? I’ll take it~.”
“Haaha…”
Kazuko is my mother’s name.
This person has been a friend of my mother’s for a long time.
The connection between my mother and this person whose parents live in Kyoto is a bit of a mystery to me, but since I always forget to ask her about it when I want to, I guess it’s not that important to me.
I follow the lead of Auntie Akemi’s mother and pay a visit to the Kosaka family. It has been about a year since I became estranged from Akemi, but it has been about three years since I crossed the threshold of this house, so I feel away from home.
And so Akemi’s room was exactly where I remembered it.
“Akemi~, your friend is here~.”
“Haa? Please ask him to leave, I’m not in the mood to see anyone right now.”
“Ara? Oh, I see~, he even brought me a sweet package~.”
“Haa!? I don’t want it, just ask him to leave!”
“Ara~, I’m sorry, Aki-kun, Akemi said she doesn’t want to see you~?”
“Ha? Wait! Aki? Akiru is here!?”
It was definitely Akemi herself who came out of her room in a great hurry.
However, there was a big problem with her outfit.
Her black hair, which is usually brushed carefully, was shaggy, and she was wearing an oversized shirt and nothing underneath, revealing her white, moderately fleshy thighs.
Well, she is probably wearing underwear, but it was hard to tell because of the baggy shirt.
The situation is quick to remind you of her wearing boyfriend shirt, but ironically, I am not her boyfriend, and that shirt is her own personal property.
“Uwaa?? Why is Akiru here?!”
“Ehh~, no~?”
“Of course not!”
“Akemi chan always teaches him how to study, so he brought me some candy in return~”
“Mama san sent them anyway right!”
“Well~, shall we ask him to leave~?”
“No one asked him to leave!”
I don’t know what’s going on anymore, but I was dragged into Akemi’s room.
It was a normal girl’s room with no discomfort, except for a pillow in a strange place.
Well, with the knowledge I’ve gained from watching dramas, manga, and anime, I probably won’t have a chance to see any real girls’ rooms other than Akemi’s…
“So? What is it that you came all the way to my place for?”
“Eh? Well… you have been helping me with my studies, so I thought I’d show my appreciation…”
“I know mama san put you up to this.”
She’s in a really bad mood.
I don’t know what to do…
“I’m sure you’re just trying to get me in a good mood because you’re afraid I’m in a bad mood. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything, I’m not that small.”
“N-no”
“Yes?”
“No….”
She knew.
As you might expect from a childhood friend…it’s all over.
But then what should I do… well, she says she won’t do anything small-minded, so I’ll just leave here.
The Lord who never touches anything is cursed.
“Well, I’m going home…”
“Who said you can go home? aahn?”
“That’s right, isn’t it…”
“Well, since you’ve come all this way, why don’t you take your time? I’m not going to ignore you or leave you alone like someone else.”
“Ugh…”
“You’re not at all good with women, aren’t you? You can’t just leave the girl you brought on a date alone and talk about otaku stuff, can you?”
“No… that was Akemi following me on her own, not me…”
“I’m not! That’s a good opportunity for me to remind you of your position!”
“Ha!? remind?”
“You are my childhood friend, right? Do you think you’ve been disrespecting me too much?”
“Wha…Disrespecting…”
“I understand that you compare yourself to me and feel inferior to me, because we’re so far apart in our studies, athletics, and communication skills.”
“………”
“But I’ve been your role model since I was a little girl, and I’ve been taking care of you, who’s a total failure, haven’t I?”
“What are you trying to say? You want me to be your slave?”
“Slave? Well, that might be a good idea, but there’s no use in making a useless, useless man like you into a slave.”
every single time she tried to provoke me.
What are you trying to say?
I know she wants to vent her frustration, but everything she says is true, and I don’t have the right to say it back to her.
“What I’m trying to say is more me……”
“more…what?”
“Aaah~, that pisses me off!”
Akemi was about to say something, but suddenly she started yelling and screaming, and then she put her hands on her head and began to suffer.
Then she suddenly glared at me and suddenly grabbed me.
She puts her palms on my shoulders and puts her weight on me, pushing me down.
She straddles me like she is trying to mount me, and I can’t move.
Akemi’s beautiful face is close to me, within breathtaking distance.
She smells good.
A girl’s sweet, good smell.
Akemi sits down on my crotch.
It’s warm and soft, and it’s not good.
I can’t say exactly what’s bad, but it’s bad.
It’s just bad.
Akemi is still holding both my shoulders and shaking my body.
Blood is concentrated in one part of my body.
The flat story is getting bigger.
So it’s bad.
“!…… what… are you… a pervert?”
“Oh, ……, no… this is…”
“Stupid, clumsy, inept and a pervert?”
“Ugh…”
Akemi’s expression becomes distorted in a self-deprecating way.
I feel like my cheeks are blushing…
“Isn’t it like you’re getting big when a woman rides you…?”
“P…please move…”
“Yeah? What~? I can’t hear you.”
Maybe it’s just my imagination, but I feel like Akemi is rocking her hips to stimulate me. ……
I don’t think so… but…
“Akiru should be more grateful to me, right? There is no girl who likes the useless Akiru, so you have to take better care of me, don’t you? Understand?”
“……”
“I’m your childhood friend and I’m like a big sister to you. I’m the only one who cares about you.”
“That may be true, but…”
“It’s not “ma ybe.” It’s “yes. You know what? You are lucky to be with a beautiful woman like me. I know it’s hard for me to say, but I’m good looking, I’m smart, I’m to the point, I have a lot of friends, and I have a lot of things you don’t have… You should be more proud that a no-good guy like you can be with me, right?”
Every single thing she said was absurd, but it was true, so I couldn’t say anything back.
As Akemi said, I am an incompetent person who is stupid and inept.
I can’t even say something back when I’m confronted with the truth.
Even if I did, it would only be a backhanded retort, and I can’t imagine how I could win a fight with Akemi, who is so smart.
In the past, I used to challenge Akemi and argue with her.
I used to argue with Akemi after much deliberation, but I was easily defeated in every instance.
Akemi’s logical and methodical verbal assaults would uproot my tiny sense of self-esteem and pride.
Akemi’s words were logical and rational, and she was always right to the point that it became ridiculous to argue with her.
But it’s not that I don’t feel frustrated.
It doesn’t mean I don’t get angry.
I want to make this supercilious woman gasp at me just once.
“Fufufu, what? That look…you’re really …… determined.”
“determined…what?”
Akemi looks down at me as she sits on my crotch and says
The dazzling white thighs peeking out from the baggy shirt looked a little sweaty.
With a somewhat enraptured look in her eyes, she said
“From today on, you are my boyfriend…my lover…”
I don’t understand what she is saying.