Are we really friends? 9 (Patreon)

Are we really friends? 9 - or ‘So, I got inserted in a NTR Victim’s body but… I am kind of not upset since I don’t know these girls?’ (Original Hentai NTR Subversion, SI!Victim(?))

It’s been two quiet weeks. And I would dare to say that we were back to normal.

Some would call it square one, but what happened had left Satsuki and I in the mood to not let ourselves be exposed to this sort of shit ever again. While it was a bit weird to now adopt an even tighter form of paranoia, I have to admit that it kind of lessened our mutual stress.

We had bought a lot of gadgets, some simple and common stuff like tasers and cheap face masks that were meant to keep us away from any gaseous aphrodisiac. Satsuki got herself some special eye contacts that are meant to deflect or disrupt any wave from a hypno app. She wasn’t meant to put those on every day- but I found it easier to just not bring it up after just once as her tone made it clear she was not ‘stupid’.

From my understanding, the girl had gone into an in-depth look into doujins. She had done something ‘superficial’ at first, but after what happened she wanted to know what kind of shit could happen. She was quite disturbed, but overall turning this into a learning experience on what to expect within any red flags before those situations could fully unfold.

I managed to calm her down a bit from time to time, but it was clear these experiences marked a major shift in her perspective of people. A lot of trust had gone down the drain for any new faces, no matter if they were women or men, ugly or cute.

Still, she latched onto me the most. Not obsessively, but clearly she put a lot of faith in me. And I returned the favor as I could tell she was not an ‘easy target’ as she used to be. But while words and assumptions can go so far for someone like me, the situation that unfolded just recently showed how much she took to heart those experiences.

The Biology teacher had asked me to carry some boxes with old skeleton models to the unused side of the school. At this point, peace had been going on for a while, so I wasn’t expecting too much trouble. For the ‘triple trouble’ to make a comeback, I wasn't expecting much.

Still I had to give them a C for the effort as they managed to corner me by the storage area I was going for.

“Finally, we have you for ourselves, you pig,” The bespectacled Irumi uttered with disgust dripping from her voice. “Now you can get to repay us for the crimes you are responsible for.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously going for that shitty Dominatrix play?”

She had a whip with her, and I… didn’t give a shit about it. Like, I had been shot at, I had been cornered by thugs that tried to rape Satsuki, I got to meet a secret service’s boss. I kind of found the idea of a cheap bitch with a whip to be ludicrous at the very best.

“Wowie, you sure talk big for someone in trouble,” Reimi giggled as she approached. “I don’t think you understand how really angry we are, Satoru-baka. And once we’re done with ya, we will send the video to that bitch of Satsu-WYAAAH!?”

The pinkette stumbled back after trying to get a bit too close for my tastes, holding her face as I punched her in the nose. Surprise flared on her eyes, while blood poured from the broken thing she called a nose.

The sight was jarring for these bitches. Never once had it ever occurred for a guy to fight back like this. Even Irumi looked baffled by the notion I could have cocked my fist and sucker-punched the pink-haired mesugaki without any hesitation. In fact, I was cracking my knuckles in preparation of clearing a way out of there.

As much as they could try to have me put to jail for beating them, it was them that cornered me, it was them that tried to push for sexual interaction without my consent, and they had a precedent that set them as liars from the get go.

So, I was not going to be nice around these bitches anymore as they stepped the line one too many times.

“H-Holy shit,” Hana exclaimed, giving me a fearful look. “L-Look, pal. I am not into this shit. These two forced me into it and-”

A punch from behind made her face bounce against one of the desks. I blinked in surprise, but I was more awed by the sight of Satsuki in her P.E. outfit cracking her knuckles.

“I was right, you three were up to shit!” The tomboy snarled, with Irumi turning and trying to stop the furious girl but a slap across her face sent her falling backward. Glaring at the trio, Satsuki turned to me. “Satoru, get out for now. I need to teach them a lesson for messing with my best friend.”

I slowly nodded, surprised by her aggression but seeing no issue as the end result was a rather bruised up triple trouble group. The noise was all I got from the situation until Satsuki was done. And once the door opened, the girls were alive but very regretful of their actions as they groaned on the ground.

Nothing broken or too bloody, but that was a classic beating in my book. Satsuki was stretching up and then she walked up to me and patted my back while smiling.

“Noticed them moving there and then saw you going there too with the box,” She answered my implicit ‘how did you know I was in trouble?’. “This should get them to stop annoying us both.”

“Hopefully,” I replied tiredly. “Still, I have to go back to my classroom.”

She nodded. “I took a bathroom break. See you for the walk after school.”

I could tell Satsuki was not only keeping track of anomalies, she was keeping track of my routine to see if anything disrupted it without me alerting her. Many would define it as a Yandere trait, but considering what we both went through, it was genuine fear guiding her to be so worried around me.

Still, nothing much came from this. The girls were found and taken to the infirmary, but the nurse and the principal failed to see who it was. And I had a feeling the principal was well-aware that Satsuki and I were potential suspects, but decided against giving us any grief.

We weren’t trouble-seekers and it would be counterproductive if he tried to punish what he may see as a ‘necessary evil’ if these sexual traps didn’t end. Nonetheless, school ended without much clamor.

Satsuki had plans to stay at home and help with her mother. She mentioned something about ‘trying to make up time for her parents’, and I kind of could understand what she was up to- she may have recovered from the kidnapping, but the idea of just ‘dying’ because of some dumb bullshittery was enough to have her set her life straight to some extent. And I left her to it as it did her more good than harm.

For me, however, it was another story.

“Do I really need to?”

Mom huffed quietly, dusting the couch in the living room as she finished telling me I had an errand to take care of.

“You sure do, Satoru. Your cousin has been missing calls from your aunt so you need to check on her.”

Somehow, I have a feeling I was up for a big disappointment. Boy, I didn’t know what I was up against.

As I ventured the streets and got to my cousin’s flat, I rang the bell and… a young woman came opening the door. She was a teensy bit taller than me, her hair had been dyed a soft lilac, her eyes a piercing gray.

“Who are you?” The girl, Eikasu Raiko, asked and I blinked.

“Eikasu Satoru. I am your cousin. Mom told me to, and I quote, ‘tell your cousin to answer her mother’s phone once in a while’.”

The long-haired young woman groaned. “Yeah, well, I have been busy and… wait, you’re my cousin?”

“Yeah, so?”

“...I thought I had only female cousins,” She replied quietly, tilting her head to the side.

I shrugged, “Mom is a private woman. And dad… was kind of busy all the time at work.”

The past tense was noticed by the woman and… she blinked. “Do you play games? Like Console or PC?”

“...Yeah?”

She looked away nervously. “We could… play online sometimes.”

…

I kind of felt most of the unease of talking with this eerily familiar lady vanish as she said that. I mean, she sounded very genuine now and I could sense a degree of ‘effort’ to connect with someone. But why me, a guy? That was a question I couldn’t just ask out of the blue so… I opted to let time pass and offer me a response eventually.

“I play mostly on PC. You have Steam?”

“Duh,” She blurted out, tensing up as she realized she sounded a bit too ‘dry’ with her tone. “I mean, any good gamer has Steam.”

She is dumb as a rock when it comes to social interaction, isn’t she?

I gave her my steam name and described my picture, and she returned the effort. Once at home, I found a friend request from her account and we played some Minecraft and then switched up to Battlefield.

All in all, despite the weird feeling I got over her, I couldn’t find any reason to think Raiko is a bad person. So… where am I getting this weird feeling she is not what she seems to be?

And the answer to that was… multifaceted, but related to a single detail I had not noticed, reasonably so, on Raiko’s body.

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AN

I think only a small group of readers will recognize this character as she is from an original Doujin. Her picture, which I personally colored, should not lead anywhere through Saucenao and similar but… oh well, have fun finding out who Eikasu Raiko is~.