Are we really friends? 12 (Patreon)

Are we really friends? 12 - 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(?))

The day I went to check on Mom’s new job at my aunt’s grocery shop, I could say that I left with mixed thoughts.

To my surprise, nothing in the shop itself got me to think that anything was afoot. In fact, I had a feeling that its popularity and safety were all tied to a single element: my aunt Konomi.

Kogane Konomi was a blue long-haired woman with muscles that had poor Satsuki envious a bit early on during the visit. Wearing a yellow tank-top and skin-tight black yoga pants, the woman was both alluring and terrifying due to her muscular disposition.

From my understanding, Auntie had gone through a bit of a military phase when she was younger, not enough to join the JSDF, but enough to learn some extensive martial arts and actually have all legal sorts of equipment hanging around the shop to take care of robberies or depraved situations.

Mom was supposed to clean around after the shop closed up and help check the storage room being up-to-date. Not much, but it was enough to help Auntie with the workload she usually tackled on her own.

The shop itself was fine by all means, yet I had this… well, this feeling that something else tied to it didn’t feel right. A lingering sensation that just kept on sticking out to me as I just felt compelled to hang around the place until I could find the source of this second-hand uneasiness. And after two days of patient helping at the shop once I was done with the homework, I came to find the source in the most unsuspecting individual ever.

I was busy manning the counter since both mom and Auntie were handling a few boxes that had been delivered recently and that would be unpacked and emptied after the end of the morning shift to fill up the various empty shelves around.

Nothing about this current moment in time would suggest that I was up to make a shocking discovery through a rather normal yet unusual client. The girl that entered the shop had soft gray hair and blue eyes.

She was wearing a traditional-looking long-sleeved shirt, the kind that had buttons by the wrists; she was also wearing what looked to be some black half-body overalls that acted as some sort of skirt. I wouldn’t really see anything wrong with someone going for a rather ‘old-fashioned’ style, but this outfit felt less conservative and more… wrong.

The upper section of the overall reminded me of one of those BDSM straps outfits that ended with a choker around her throat, one with a silver cross on it- or rather, a reverse cross. Her skirt was outrageously short, revealing a soft and delicate, but still sinful garterbelt of white that ended in black church shoes.

“A-Apologies, I was looking for… tampons.”

I wasn’t that scandalized compared to the poor girl as she had a good reason to be embarrassed by the request. Still, I fished out a few boxes of tampons, each of different brands and different offers.

The girl blinked, then looked over the products for a few minutes. She looked troubled by something. Not within the shop but by something ‘unnerving’ her from within. I thought it was just anxiety at work, yet something about her staying in front of me gave the kind of vibes that left me tense through the interaction.

She ultimately picked one of the boxes, and I was ready to see this weird situation end at once when, as I was giving her the change for the money she gave me, the girl suddenly grasped my reaching hand with both of her palms.

I tensed up at the sudden gesture, but I was taken by a strange chilling feeling reaching into my palm. It wasn’t pleasure, far from it. It was cold, unpleasant, tiring and… and inhuman.

“I-I need… a moment,” She breathed heavily, eyes tired and her cheeks flared red as we stood like this for three or so minutes.

No one spoke, but the situation developed from there on a more physical level. She started to look better with each passing minute, while I felt… Well, the feeling started to spread, reaching around my shoulder before the young woman pulled away, looking flustered and yet relieved.

“S-Sorry, I just… I just needed a moment to… to let it go.”

The hell was that?!

I didn’t ask vocally, but my eyes were saying this much. Hence why she didn’t look at me at all, paying for the tampons and then bolting away as if she was being chased by the police or something like that.

I stood there silently for a solid minute, looking first at where she left from and then I looked back at my arm and how pale it suddenly looked compared to my usual shade of soft pink.

I felt genuinely drained for a moment, but also more than just that. I felt like something had reached out and replaced something of me with something else, something polluted and polluting.

Temporarily, that is. My arm was back to normal after a few hours from that encounter, but my questions remained, and the answers came first through my aunt.

“Oh, you mean Kira-chan?” The muscular woman guessed. “Shy girl with gray hair and pretty sky eyes? She’s the local priest’s daughter. She has a brother too.”

“Priest? Are they catholics?” I inquired and Konomi hummed thoughtfully.

“From my understanding, they are of Russian descent. So I think for them it’s Orthodoxy?”

“Anything else? She didn’t look that… fine.”

“Can’t say I know more, kiddo. They are quite reserved, and usually Kira-chan is allowed out of that place for this sort of trip,” The woman added quietly. “Still, I think the mother is a nun working there.”

I nodded slowly at these details, and I also learned of the address of this church. So, after we were done there for the day, I started to look more into this situation and… realized that there was no Church in the area. In fact, it should be an unused villa owned by an old man. It was currently reported as much despite me finding quite quickly that the old owner had passed away a year ago.

There was no mention of Churches of any sort, and as I looked into marriages for priests of the Eastern Orthodoxy, I could tell that the marriage happened after the man was ordained- which would make the process illegal and unrecognizable.

It wasn’t too odd to imagine Russian Orthodox priests settling in Japan considering the recent thaws in relations between Tokyo and Moscow, but something about this sort of situation didn’t feel right.

The girl’s hand- the strange unpleasant feeling…

I have seen enough movies to know this was some sort of demonic problem. And one that could become truly an issue for me if the Priest passed by and noticed my mother.

From my understanding, lots of women had started to visit the place, almost ‘charmed’ by the handsome man in charge of it. I have read enough about Rasputin to start plotting this guy’s demise as if I was Prince Yusupov and Grand Duke Dmitri.

I called Satsuki once I was done looking into this, and while the girl was uneasy about me wanting to attack these guys first, she understood my point in not letting a demonic issue fester for too long out of fear of this worsening with each passing day.

A hardcore exorcism was thus being plotted.

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Kira Ivanovna Logunova was finishing her studies when she heard soft knocks coming from her door.

She paused, eyes wide open in alarm as she hoped it wasn’t her father. While she usually would love to show how good she was faring, right now her mind was distracted by something else. Or rather someone else.

When father had given her permission to get her tampons, Kira had been grateful since it meant leaving the boundaries of the church and exploring the world around her, albeit for a limited time and within the premises of the church’s area.

The youths looked so different than she had expected, some men and women calling her cute and pretty on her path to her destination. Some ogled, some admired, but Kira preened under their gazes regardless of the intentions.

It was a flattering gesture nonetheless, and she felt somewhat glad to be able to ‘stretch her legs’ a bit more than just through the garden. Yet, the basis of this deal was born on the fact that the convenience store’s owner was a woman. A straight woman.

Konomi-san was quite the strong-looking woman. So masculine, but exalting feminine beauty despite her muscular and toned frame. It was baffling how a lady could muster such a complex and wonderful beauty, but the way she praised her back, calling her a ‘looker and someone many boys would love to marry’ made her blush through these visits.

So, this time around, as she realized that someone else was at the counter, a boy around her age, Kira felt all that bravery she earned through previous visits vanish from her mind and body.

She was nervous, awkward and… intrigued. He wasn’t paying her much attention, treating her with just a flat look. A neutral glance that was disarming as it lacked any form of judgment. It felt flattering still, yet also more.

As he helped her, Kira felt her seal acting up. It was as if she was before her brother or father, leaving her confused on what was going on and, without thinking, she held his hand tenderly.

It was a tough hand, a rough texture by his knuckles while his palms were soft and caring. Kira held back a shudder at how pleasant it would be to have her cheek cupped by such a hand, but felt even more surprised when she felt some of that upsetting heat released with just some mere handholding.

Usually her father and brother would have to go beyond that, to please her, to command and dominate her in their own ways, either ruthlessly or shyly.

After that interaction, Kira did what she would go for when nervous- studying. Studying cleared her mind with other meaningful things and made her less involved in that sort of business wet dreams came from.

She couldn’t be caught by her father in such a shameless mindset, and thus, as the gaze pressed on the door, she hoped it wasn’t him beyond it.

“Y-Yes?”

“It’s me, big sister.”

Relief washed over her, and Kira nodded.

“Come in, Aleksey.”

Kira’s ‘little brother’ soon stepped inside her room. With short blonde hair he inherited from their mother, Aleksey gave off the look of a normal boy with his white shirt, black overalls that stopped at his knees and ‘ metallic boots’.

In truth, Aleksey was not a normal boy and it has been the case from even before she was born. She wasn’t aware of how or why, only that both their parents had ‘created’ Aleksey in ‘memory’ of her late older brother.

The boy was in truth a homunculus, one that had been stuck in that form for many years and that had previously been her big brother, and now was her little one. She was ‘older-looking’ than him, but he was the one that had been around the most.

“S-Sorry for interrupting your studies, big sis but… can I sit on your bed?”

Usually, that would be a call to do naughty things with him despite his lack of interest. Her father had been clear that Aleksey needed to be encouraged and coaxed to be ‘naughty’, even if it meant at her expense- she lost her purity to him, and she was quite familiar with him in terms of sexual closeness.

…

However, Kira merely nodded and remained to her studies. Her brother, may he be her big brother or little one, was clearly tired and needed to rest away from their mother for a while.

As silence resumed, granting her a bit more relief over the upsetting desire to actually ‘eat him up’, an idea popped within Kira’s mind. One that felt ludicrous but, in that moment, felt fitting with the situation.

“Hey.”

“Hm?” Aleksey hummed from her pillow, opening a single eye to her.

“Do you want me to buy you some candy next time I am off for the convenience store?”

He sat up from the bed and gifted her with the biggest smile yet, one that warmed her heart immensely.

“Please!”

She giggled, shaking her head at such a normal and wonderful siblings-only moment. Something about this, together with the hope of breaking away from her father and mother’s unpleasant attitudes, stirred in her a hope she had long forgotten about.

She didn’t know that, this time around, that wish may end up becoming true.

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AN

We are hitting hard with this Doujin series. Prepare for some interesting developments and some ‘transformations’. I doubt anyone will get what I am up to, but let’s just say that guns will not be enough to handle a high-demonic issue like this one.