What, Failure to Transition!? Volume 6 Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Chapter 5 – The Hoshikawa Siblings’ Battle

After saying goodbye to Karin, who had forgotten her smartphone, Misato was startled by a young man’s voice calling out to her as she stepped out of the apartment, and her body trembled.


Then she turned around slowly.


“Y-You’re… h-how…?”


Misato’s eyes widened as she caught sight of the young man, and a mosquito-like voice squeezed out of her slightly open, shivering mouth.


“Fumi… ya…?”


She said as she turned slowly.


Her stepbrother Fumiya, whom she had never wanted to see again and whose presence she had completely forgotten thanks to the happy times she had received since then, looked at her with a smile.


“――!!”


She was surprised by the suddenness, but it was nothing compared to the hordes of monsters and demon people she encountered on the other side.


So, although Misato was almost shaken with fear for a moment, she quickly regained her composure and stepped to the opposite side of Fumiya to escape first.


“Seba!”


“Ha!”


A middle-aged man named Seba quickly turned around and blocked Misato’s way out.


Misato tried to escape by dodging the man standing in her way, but she was unable to avoid Seba, who seemed to be skilled in some kind of martial arts, and ended up being surrounded by Fumiya and another young man.


“What’s wrong, sis? Let’s go home now.”


Fumiya approaches Misato with a confident smile.


“I was so worried when I didn’t see you in your room, you know? Why are you here?”


“It’s none of your business.”


“Wha…?”


Fumiya was struck by the strong-willed yet cold tone of her stepsister that she had never heard before.


“What do you mean, none of your business? Sis and I have always been together, haven’t we?”


“Whatever. Go away.”


“Sis!?”


Fumiya was startled by the unexpected words being thrown at him again, so he grabbed Misato’s arm.


“Let’s just go home. We can’t stay here.”


“No! Let go of me! Karin…!”


――Slap! A dry sound echoed.


Misato’s glasses flew into the air as she was hit in the cheek by Fumiya.


“Auu…!!”


“Ah… ahh… sorry sis!”


Fumiya apologized for unintentionally lashing out but pulled Misato’s arm roughly and hugged her anyway.


“But it’s sister’s fault, okay? Because my sister… because Misato is saying strange things…”


“…don’t call me by my name.”


Fumiya’s face crumpled at the cold words from her stepsister, so he put more strength into the arms around Misato’s body.


“Guh…”


“Hey… who’s Karin?”


“It’s none of your business.”


“Hmmm, maybe someone you enjoyed shopping with?”


“――!?”


Karin looked up in exclamation at her stepbrother’s words.


“Then I’ll ask this Karin to come with us.”


“Stop it! She…”


“Then you know… don’t you?”


At these words, Misato looked up for a moment and glared at Fumiya but immediately dropped her shoulders and nodded.


“Then let’s go home, Misato.”


“……”


Misato nodded silently and was put into the car that Fumiya and the others had driven in.


(Isn’t this a kidnapping? Or rather, “Sis”? This guy gives me the creeps.)


Makoto, who watched the whole thing, thought for a moment about leaving the place.


(But if I ask Fumiya, will he know anything about the silver-haired girl? Also, the brown-haired girl who was with that Misato person was pretty, too, wasn’t she? I think they’re definitely better off with me than with that dull old man, yeah.)


Makoto’s mouth twists into a grin as he remembers Alana and Karin’s appearances in the same photo as Yoichi and Misato.


“Um!”


“Hmm, what is it?”


“Can I come with you?”


“Of course you can! Come on, get in.”


Fumiya put Misato in the back seat next to Makoto, who was in the passenger seat.


“I’ve already got the jet ready, so we will be off to the airport soon.”


“By jet, you mean a private jet? Amazing!”


While laughing at Makoto’s innocent exuberance at Seba’s words, Fumiya put his hand on Misato’s shoulder as she sat down next to him.


“Misato, from now on, we’ll always be together.”


“……”


Misato just hung her head in silence.


○●○●


The fourth basement floor of the second building of the Hoshikawa Group headquarters.


This is Fumiya’s private space, accessible only by a direct lift from the president’s office.


Fumiya, who is also president of several companies in the group, had this place built without telling his father when the second building was constructed.


“Sis will live here from now on. So that I can come and see you whenever I’m in Japan.”


The room was large enough for a small party and had a high ceiling.


The furnishings were luxurious, and the kitchen and bathroom, not to mention the furniture and appliances, were as well equipped as a suite in a high-class hotel.


Misato was sitting on an expensive-looking sofa in such a luxurious room.


She was not restrained in any special way, but it would be impossible for her to escape from here on her own.


“A phone call?”


Soon after entering the room, Fumiya’s smartphone rang.


“I don’t know this number…”


He would ignore it if he could, but there are only a limited number of people who know the number on his smartphone.


In general, he rarely receives calls from numbers not listed in his phonebook, but that does not mean he does not accept calls from unlisted numbers.


In such cases, it is often urgent, so he cannot ignore the call just because it is an unlisted number, or rather, considering his activities, he must not ignore the call just because it is unlisted.


If it was from a number he knew and he had no urgent need to speak to that person, Fumiya would have ignored the incoming call.


Hello…”


[Misato! Are you there!]


“–wha!?”


The man’s voice suddenly shouted in his ear, startling Fumiya and making him frown.


“I’m here! Yoichi! Help!”


[I’ll be right there! Wait for me!]


“Yes!”


“Kuh…! Who the hell do you think you are?”


Fumiya, who had regained her composure, was finally able to ask the caller back.


“Fumiya Hoshikawa, right?”


Being asked in a calm voice, Fumiya also calmed down a bit.


“Oh, it seems you know who I am. That’s right. I am him.”


“Yes, I know who you are. The next president of the Hoshikawa Group and… the bastard who has been harassing my Misato!”


“You…!”


“I’ll be right there, be prepared. You can run if you want. I’m going to hunt you down no matter where you are. Misato! It’ll take a while, but just wait for me!”


“Yes. I’ll wait for you.”


Then the phone went dead.


“Damn it! Seba!”


“Yes, sir.”


Seba brilliantly caught the smartphone that Fumiya had thrown wildly and began to look up the number that was left in the incoming call history.


“Fuck… that Yoichi… who is he?”


“Yoichi Todou. It seems he lives in room 2503 of that ‘Grand Court’ building.”


Seba gave Fumiya the information he had researched in less than a minute in a matter-of-fact manner.


“That’s not what I want. What I want is how the hell did he find my number?”


Fumiya stomped on the ground. Then, maybe that relieved his stress a little, he started to think a little more calmly.


A little out of breath, but regaining his usual confident smile, he opened his mouth as she looked down at Misato.


“Whatever. No matter how hard that guy tries, he’ll never get here, ever.”


“No, he’ll come. Yoichi will come here, absolutely.”


Immediately contradicted by Misato, Fumiya frowned, his cheeks twitching a little, but soon he was smiling again.


“Are you sure you want him to get involved? This is between me and Misato. If he gets involved, he’ll turn me… and, by extension, the entire Hoshikawa Group into his enemy, you know?”


“Fufufu… So?”


“Huh?”


Someone important to Misato – something Fumiya would never admit – is turning against the Hoshikawa Group.


When he said that his conglomerate would take all chances to kill this man, he thought that Misato would give in.


But his stepsister didn’t back down.


Instead, she had a confident smile on her face that he had never seen before.


“The thing I’m most afraid of is that I won’t be able to see Yoichi. And that Yoichi won’t notice that I’m gone.”


That was why Misato was so glad that Karin had left something in her room at that time.


She would have noticed the anomaly right away, and if she had, she would be informing Yoichi as soon as he came home.


Well, since it was him, even if they had been kidnapped together, he would immediately confirm it with [Appraisal+] if he couldn’t see them, but the shorter the time until then, the better.


“Fufufu… I’m no longer the same child who will always be at your mercy, Fumiya.”


“S-shut up!”


Fumiya, trembling with anger, slammed his clenched fist into Misato’s cheek without hesitation.


“…heh. If you don’t like something, you immediately resort to violence. But Yoichi would never do that. He has a different caliber than you.”


“Gnununu… Misato…!”


Fumiya raised his fist again, but managed to hold his ground.


To this, Misato gave her stepbrother a deliberately mocking smile.


Inwardly, Misato was dismayed at her own attempt at play-acting.


However, seeing her stepbrother scowl at her own words from earlier had been undeniably amusing to her.


“Ha, ha… Yes, Misato, let’s make love! Then you’ll forget all about him in one fell swoop.”


As he said this, Fumiya started to unbuckle his belt.


“In that case, I’ll leave you to it.”


“Oh, I’ll go too.”


“No, that won’t be necessary. In fact, you two can go ahead and watch us.”


Fumiya stopped Seba and Makoto as they were about to leave.


“Because eventually, I’m planning to show everyone how much we love each other! For now, we’ll just have to put up with you two.”


“Understood.”


“Y-yes.”


Seba replied calmly with a nod of the head, but Makoto was a bit more reserved as he replied with a grimace on his face.


Fumiya then returned to Misato with a smile as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers.


“You think so too, don’t you, Misato? Don’t worry. Make love to me, and you’ll soon forget about that guy!”


“Forget? Yoichi? With your lousy skills in sex?”


“L-lousy…?”


Fumiya’s face fell, and Makoto fought back the urge to burst out laughing.


Seba remained expressionless, but his mouth could not help but look slightly pursed.


“W-what are you talking about, sis? You always felt so good in my arms!”


Fumiya was just that shocked.


So much that he was unaware that he had reverted back to the “sis” way of calling her.


“That? That was just my body reacting. It wasn’t the same as feeling good.”


After saying this, Misato put her hand to her chest and smiled.


Enchantingly.


Seeing this expression on her stepsister’s face for the first time, Fumiya swallowed his spit.


“I came the first time Yoichi embraced me.”


“Eh…?”


“He made me realize that sex really does feel good.”


“No… Sis… that man, you slept with him…?”


Fumiya’s words reached her ears, but Misato ignored them and continued.


“Or rather, I’ve slept with countless men, but the only one who really made me feel good… was Yoichi, who made me feel so much that it shook my heart.”


“Countless… men…? Wait, sis. What are you――”


“‘So, no matter what you do to me, I will never forget Yoichi. That’ll never happen.”


“――Wait a minute, sis!”


Frustrated by his stepsister continuing to speak softly while ignoring his own words, Fumiya shouted to interrupt his words.


“What do you mean by countless men? I can’t believe my sister knows other men besides me…”


Misato’s mouth twisted into a grin at the sight of her stepbrother turning pale.


“Then shall I tell you what I did from the time you locked me in that room until I met Yoichi?“


Misato then began to talk matter-of-factly about her time as a delivery health worker.


〇●〇●


“The first customer was a middle-aged man who used our establishment every time he went on a business trip, and after some time, I noticed that he had been inserting himself into me. We don’t allow penetration in our shop, but when I told him this, he replied that “his time was already up”, so beyond that, it was “a private transaction between him and me”, and that meant that the rule of the establishment no longer applied, and everything was up to me”.


Misato starts to recount her past.


“There was also a time when I was surprised when I entered the room because there were three guys in there. To be honest, I had a really hard time back then because they penetrated me in my mouth, my butt hole, and my pussy. The shop doesn’t allow threesomes or foursomes, but these guys gave me a lot of money, so I didn’t tell them, and we did it a few more times.”


When and with what kind of customers, and what type of play, was narrated in a matter-of-fact manner.


“There are also customers who sometimes get violent because they don’t like me very much. I don’t really care about them, but it would be annoying if they left bruises or something, and then Fumiya would ask me about it, so I would ask them not to be violent towards me.”


Despite the flat, unemotional tone… or rather, it was exactly because of that, the room was now filled with a lewd atmosphere before anyone noticed.


“Oh, by the way, sometimes women call me too. Some of them aren’t used to it, so it was a bit of fun to lead them on”.


What would happen if a quiet woman, seemingly innocent and unconnected to such activities, were to talk about obscene experiences that did not match her appearance?


“I think the most tiring part was when about 20 young men kept taking turns in fucking me. They made me drink so much sperm and poured so much into my pussy that my stomach became bloated. After that, I got so sick that I started throwing up, but no matter how much I threw up, white sludge kept coming out, and for about three days, there was white stuff in my pee”.


Makoto, for example, had already spent a lot of time in the toilet, and even the iron-faced Seba was slightly flushed and hunched over.


“I’ve had sex a lot with a lot of people, and it felt good in its own way, but now that I think about it, no matter how nasty it was, it always felt like it was someone else’s problem. That I was just looking at it from the perspective of a girl called “Misato”. When I think back on it like this, I’m pretty awful, aren’t I?”


If not for the watchful eye of his superior, Makoto at that time would have stayed in the toilet forever.


“But then I met Yoichi. At first, I thought he was just a boring, run-of-the-mill customer…”


After that, as Misato’s story went on and on, Fumiya hung his head in his hands.


“No… that’s a lie… sis… stop it already…”


“Ufufufu… that moment, for the first time ever, I spread my pussy open and invited a man to fuck me…”


When the conversation reached the point where she had met Yoichi, her words began to carry emotion.


Perhaps because the mood had changed as he got used to the matter-of-fact narrative, Makoto ran to the toilet again, clutching his over-rubbed and tingling member, while Seba leaned forward even more.


“And then, when I showed him some naughty lingerie I’d never worn before, like a baby doll, Yoichi said――”


“Enough!!”


Fumiya, who had fallen to his knees with his head down, sat up and shouted loudly to cut off Misato’s words.


Several times before, he had tried to stop his stepsister from speaking in a low voice, but Misato had ignored his stepbrother’s words and continued to ramble on.


Misato, however, could not ignore the loud voice and shot a look at Fumiya as if to say that she had not said enough, but in the end, she closed her mouth.


“That’s enough… I’ve had enough…”


Sleeping with other men as a form of defiance or harassment against himself.


When Fumiya discovered this motive, he regretted it very much.


Why didn’t I take better care of my stepsister?


Why didn’t I finish this place sooner and lock her up?


Despite his regrets, the slight curiosity to still know the unknown side of his stepsister might have kept him from seriously stopping Misato’s words.


But when the conversation turned to Yoichi, and as he listened to what she had to say, an unbearable feeling rose in Fumiya’s heart.


Then he suddenly realized.


He wasn’t there. He wasn’t in her heart.


Her actions before meeting Yoichi had been to torment Fumiya.


In other words, at the center of her thoughts and actions, in one form or another, was her desire to prove her own existence.


But after meeting Yoichi, it changed.


Yoichi was always at the center of her stepsister’s thoughts, and her own feeling of “proving her existence” was pushed somewhere else.


He must have realized this subconsciously.


So Fumiya interrupted his stepsister by shouting.


“No more… Sis is broken, isn’t she?”


“No. I am the real me now. I think I was broken when you got the better of me.”


“See? Sis is still going crazy… saying things like that…”


Fumiya looked at Misato with a tearful expression on his face, but his eyes were somewhat empty.


“It’s no use now… It can’t be helped if you’re broken… At least from now on, I’ll make sure that you only think of me.”


“Whatever happens, it won’t come to that.”


“Fuh… fufufufu. You can’t say that, sis. Aaah, sis is already broken. Then it doesn’t matter what happens afterward, does it?”


“Fumiya…?”


Misato gave Fumiya a dry smile with a quizzical look, but he didn’t notice this and stood up, holding out his hand to Seba.


“Seba. Take ‘that’ out.”


“No, that was, you know…”


Seba, who has never shown much emotion, is unusually upset.


“Just take it out!”


“Yes, sir…”


Under pressure from Fumiya, Seba bowed and took a metal case out of his pocket.


“Are you… really sure?”


Before handing over the box, which looked like a cigarette case, Seba asked again, but all he got was a flick of Fumiya’s wrist.


Fumiya’s mouth twisted slightly as he took the case.


Then he opened the case, which contained several syringes.


Misato’s face immediately turns pale when she sees this.


“Fumiya… what is that…?”


When Misato asked anxiously, Fumiya took a syringe out of the case and smiled proudly.


“What else? Drugs, of course.”


Then Fumiya pressed the plunger of the syringe, and a small amount of liquid came out of the tip.


“Drugs…? Where did you get such a thing…?”


“Fufufufu. But sis should know, shouldn’t she? I was on my way to South America to develop a new business.”


Misato remembered that Fumiya had told her such a story.


This led to more business trips, which in turn gave Misato more free time.


“Well, while I was running the business, I bought all sorts of things there and brought them here in Japan.”


“Why… why did you have to do that…?”


“Why? I don’t have a deep reason. If I had to say, I guess it was because it seemed like something I was capable of doing.”


Saying this, Fumiya proudly held out his hands, a syringe and a case in each.


“And that’s how it is. I thought of it, so I actually went and did it! Isn’t that awesome of me?”


At first, Misato turned pale and slightly frightened, but soon she was disgusted by her stepbrother’s words and attitude and frowned.


“What are you going to do with all that stuff?”


“What do you do with it? Hmm, I suppose I could use it in any way I want. Well, it’s a good way to make money, that’s for sure.”


Does he know this? Stepfather….”


“Dad? Ahahaha. How the hell would he know?”


It seems that Fumihiko Hoshikawa, the current president of the Hoshikawa Group, who is Misato’s stepfather and Fumiya’s biological father, still doesn’t know about his son’s folly.


“An ordinary man who has just taken over his grandfather’s business and is only thinking about making ends meet on a satisfactory level has no right to scold me.”


“H-how could you…”


“In a few years, the old man will have to retire anyway――!”


At that moment, as if interrupting Fumiya’s words, SLAP! A dry sound echoed through the room.

“Eh…? Eh…? S-sis…?”


Fumiya was stunned for a moment, but soon he realized from the pain that gradually spread from his cheeks that he had been hit by his stepsister, who stood up from the sofa and glared at him.


“Enough, you stupid stepbrother!”


And Fumiya was scolded by his stepsister for the first time.


“I won’t let you do what you want!”


She doesn’t know the details of what kind of drugs Fumiya has, but it’s easy to imagine that they are illegal ones, obtained from anti-social organizations abroad, as they were acquired all the way from South America.


“You… do you have any idea how much trouble your father had to go through to get to this point…?”


Hoshikawa Real Estate, the parent company of the Hoshikawa Group, was founded by Fumiya’s grandfather.


Misato also knew that he had done some rather dubious things in the rush of the post-war period and the period of rapid economic growth.


In fact, the companies that sprang up in this city during that time were more or less connected to anti-social forces or were even anti-social themselves.


In particular, this southern town is still heavily influenced by such organizations.


Misato had heard several times from her mother, who became his future wife, that Fumihiko, the current president of the Hoshikawa Group, tried to keep the company as clean as possible and that he had to go through a lot of trouble to do so.


This is not only because Fumihiko has a clean character.


Times are getting tougher against anti-social forces, so he has to cut off or hide their involvement with the company as much as possible.


“And yet you are…!”


So Misato could not forgive her stepbrother for talking so proudly about doing something against the times, just like playing a game.


It is not that she has any attachment to the Hoshikawa Group.


If you ask her whether she likes it or not, she would rather say that she dislikes it.


But even if you are not familiar with economics, you can understand that when a big company causes a scandal, the impact is immeasurable, and many people will suffer losses.


Knowing this, she cannot just sit back and overlook her stepbrother’s foolishness in taking drugs into the country so lightly.


In Japan, Misato is just an ordinary girl, but in Meilgrad, she is one of the heroes of the outbreak of the monster stampede.


She has no intention of flaunting her achievements, but even so, a sense of mission as an adventurer and mage may be growing in her.


“Kuku… kukuku Ku ha ha ha ha! Looks like Sis’ brokenness has finally become terminal.”


After a moment of stunned silence, Fumiya let out a dry laugh and grabbed Misato’s hand with great force, the same hand which had hit his own cheek.


“No, let go of me…!”


“This bad sister must be punished. Seba!”


“Yes, sir.”


Seba, sensing Fumiya’s intentions, showed signs of hesitation but finally decided he could not resist and walked over to Misato and pinned her down with his bare hands.


(D-drugs, he says… isn’t that bad news?)


Meanwhile, Makoto had just returned from the toilet and was perplexed by the changed atmosphere, but he had some idea of the situation from the conversations he had overheard on the way.


Although he thought that things were about to get very bad, he decided to stay calm so as not to cause the displeasure of Fumiya, who had gone a bit crazy.


“Stop it, Fumiya! Nooo!!”


“Hahaha, it’s okay. It’s just the first time it hurts.”


Fumiya smiled victoriously as he approached his stepsister.


〇●〇●


“That’s it?”


“――Hahaha…ha…?”


In response to Misato tilting her head with a grim expression on her face, Fumiya let out an idiotic voice while still smiling.


He wanted to see his stepsister break down while laughing.


After this “breakdown”, he was going to retrain Misato into the kind of woman who couldn’t live without Fumiya and thus restore their relationship to its “right” state.


However, although Misato suffered for a moment, she was soon back on track.


Fumiya, who soon realized that his intentions had been misdirected, began to scowl with an expression that was a mixture of confusion and anger.


“Ridiculous! This is ridiculous!”


Fumiya took out another syringe.


“Master Fumiya! That’s going too far…!”


“S-shut up!”


Not hearing Seba’s reluctance, Fumiya injected the second syringe.


“Nnh… mmh… fuh…”


Misato frowned for a moment but quickly regained her expression.


Then she smiled thinly.


“Ufufufu… it doesn’t work… the stuff you brought.”


“That’s… impossible… How…?”


“How? It’s easy.”


Misato smiled proudly and, at the same time, somewhat contemptuously at Fumiya.


“Even though we are separated, Yoichi and I are still connected.”


“H-haaah?”


For Fumiya and Seba, and Makoto here, these words would have been incomprehensible, but they are true.


Misato is connected to Yoichi through [Health Body β], and his skill has nullified the effect of the drug.


Until recently, the skill would not have been fully functional due to the magic sickness caused by the oversupply of mana.


If it had been a day earlier, it would have taken hours for the drug to wear off.


However, Misato’s magic power, which had increased all at once the other day, had fully recovered, so she was able to counteract the effects of the drugs with that magic power alone.


Misato recovered in less than a minute, and by then, she had developed a resistance to Fumiya’s drugs, which meant that the second and subsequent ones were largely ineffective.


“You’ve got to be kidding me…!”


With bloodshot eyes, Fumiya grabbed Misato by both shoulders and pushed her to the ground.


Seba, who had been holding her down, quickly realized Fumiya’s intentions and backed away.


“I’m going to fuck you…! I’m going to fuck sis in her cunt, and I’m going to give you many, many shots!”


“Please, go ahead. I don’t care how much you tarnish me. Because no matter what happens, Yoichi won’t hate me.”


“Shut up! How could you say tarnish! This is a purification!”


Fumiya shouted, spit flying from his mouth, and punched his stepsister in the cheek.


Misato’s cheek swelled red after the blow, but the swelling quickly went down.


Fumiya, however, did not notice this.


“No one will come anyway… For days, weeks, months, years! I’ll rape you day after day! Until I can’t think of anything else! All the time!”


“No, I’m sure Yoichi will come.”


“Kufufufu… hahaha! Then so be it! I’ll just show that Yoichi guy how much we love each other!”


“You say that… but it’s already too late, you know?”


GOOOMM…


Suddenly, there was a low vibrating sound of the elevator moving.


“What…? How…?”


The sound caused Fumiya, who had been wrestling Misato down, to raise his body and turn around to look at the elevator.


The elevator, which was directly connected to the president’s office and was only supposed to be operated by Fumiya, was unmanned and going up.


“No way… it hasn’t even been two hours since that phone call! Don’t tell me it was… at that time?”


Fumiya quickly checked his watch and looked at Seba, but he shook his head.


“The location of the earlier call was indeed from near the ‘Grand Court’, sir.”


Seba, who had checked Yoichi’s identity from the phone number, had also studied the source of the earlier call.


Damn… how did he get here so fast?”


It had only been a little over an hour and a half since he had received the call from Yoichi, who would have been at the ‘Grand Court’.


It should take two hours to get from Kanto to this town, no matter how hard you try.


That is if you only consider the time from airport to airport.


If you add the time from the apartment to the airport and from the airport to this building, it will take another 30 minutes to an hour.


And that was if he had known in advance that Misato would be here.


“O, oi, Seba! Do something!”


“Y-yes, sir!”


Seba took a Tablet PC out of his pocket and started to operate it, but his face showed signs of impatience.


“This is absurd! For some reason, I can’t control it!”


Seba rushed to the elevator control panel.


He fiddled with the controls but, in the end, seemed unable to do anything.


The elevator finally stopped at the top floor, where the president’s office was, and soon began to descend.


“Seba, that’s enough.”


When he tells her this in a cold tone, Fumiya gives in and stands up.


“If he says he’s coming, let’s welcome him. Seba, give me that. And give one to Yoshida too.”


“Understood.”


“Eh…? Me…?”


Seba was slightly confused by Fumiya’s words, but he replied as if he had made up his mind and disappeared into the back of the room.


Makoto was also perplexed when his name was suddenly called, but he decided to wait and see what would happen, as he did not want to offend them by saying something inappropriate.


Seba soon returned with three small aluminum boxes.


“I told you earlier that I stocked up on all kinds of things in South America.”


Fumiya said proudly and opened the suitcases.


Inside were pistols.


“I-is this for real?”


“Of course. I’ve also prepared one for you. Take it. Yoshida.”


“Wow! For real?”


The prepared weapons were all from South America, a semi-automatic and two revolvers with different barrel lengths.


“Yoshida, you’re probably not used to handling guns, so you should use this one.”


“Oh, yes. Oh, it’s very heavy.”


Yoshida was given a 9mm auto.


A revolver of the same caliber would have been easier to use, but this 9mm pistol was the smallest caliber Fumiya could prepare at this time.


Fumiya then picked up a revolver with a 6-inch barrel.


The cylinder was loaded with six .44 Magnum bullets.


Seba is equipped with a much bigger pistol, a 10-inch barrel loaded with .50 caliber rounds.


“Kufufufu… see this? It’s all Sis’s fault. Because sis has got him into this.”


With that, Fumiya turned his back on Misato with a lecherous smile on his face and faced the elevator.


Thus, he did not notice the slight smile that appeared on Misato’s lips.


“Well then. Let’s entertain our guest politely, shall we?”


Just after Fumiya said that, the elevator stopped, and its doors opened.


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