At the End of Revenge, There You Are ~The Scum Who Killed My Beloved, Prepare Yourselves! I Will Drag You All to Hell... Wait, What? Why Are the Heroine and the Demoness Coming After Me, a Woman!?(GL) - Chapter 2

“Hey, shall we?”

Yuzuha rested her head against my chest, her voice soft and teasing.

Before I could respond, she wrapped her arms around the back of my head and sealed my lips with a kiss.

She lifted my shirt, and then… (Content omitted for broadcast…).

I had plenty of complaints.

Getting a message from her after so long, meeting up, drinking at a bar, catching up on life, going to karaoke and singing our hearts out, and then returning to my place for another round of drinks—that much, I could accept.

She was my classmate from our school days, and we had been close.

Her older sister was my senior at the same school and had taken care of me many times.

When her sister went missing in a dungeon, Yuzuha was completely devastated. I understood that.

She must have felt lonely and overwhelmed.

But how did that lead to us getting caught up in the moment, ending up in bed together, spending the night like that, and waking up naked beside each other?

I wanted to scold my drunk self from last night.

And also… why the hell did she have those in her bag?

“Good morning, Akari.”

“Ah… good morning.”

Akari—that was my name. Shinomiya Akari.

“Such an elegant name,” she had said the first time we spoke, back when we were seated next to each other in our first year of middle school.

Hadn’t I responded with something like, “I’m jealous. Hanashiro Yuzuha sounds so cute.”

We spent a lot of time together back then.

We went to the same high school.

But we attended different universities.

At first, we kept in touch, but as life got busier, we naturally drifted apart.

I moved to Tokyo, while Yuzuha stayed in our hometown. The physical distance probably played a role in the growing gap between us.

So why, after all this time, had things turned out like this?

“Mmm… I haven’t slept that well in ages.”

Yuzuha let out a cute yawn, her expression completely at ease.

Considering what happened last night, how could she look so calm?

I had my doubts, of course.

But yesterday, her face had been clouded with sorrow.

As we talked, I realized she was still struggling with the loss of her sister.

That was why, when she reached out to me after so long, I felt an overwhelming sense of concern.

When someone disappears in a dungeon, and too much time passes, people start assuming the worst.

Yuzuha must have known that, too.

But knowing something in your head doesn’t mean your heart can accept it.

So I suggested we go out and have fun, just like old times.

She was once an important friend to me, and despite the years apart, that hadn’t changed.

In fact, the way she had matured and become even more beautiful only made my feelings more complicated.

Maybe she felt the same way?

That thought crossed my mind when she kissed me.

But thinking about everything that happened afterward… there was definitely something inside her that my pure self just couldn’t comprehend.

“You look a little troubled… cute.♡”

“Shut up…”

“Are you embarrassed? Feeling guilty? No… I bet you’re confused. ‘Why now, after all this time?'”

“Mmm… why?”

How did she read my mind so easily?

“Because I know my best friend. I’ve always wanted you, Akari…”

What kind of best friend lusts after their childhood friend?!

I didn’t even have the energy to argue. I was exhausted.

And the toys—those were cheating. She’s such a pervert!

Though… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. That’s a secret.

Despite all the time apart, it felt so natural to talk to her again.

But something was different now.

“Fufu. It felt good, didn’t it?♡”

“Shut up…”

“Aww, Akari, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.♡”

She clung to me, and I tried to push her away, but somehow, her small frame felt immovable.

“Mmm…”

My resistance was pointless. She kissed me again.

And—stop groping me!

“I’m amazed you stayed so innocent all these years. You have no idea how lonely I was when we went to different universities.”

She tilted her head slightly as she gazed at me.

The soft golden strands of her hair fell over her shoulder, catching the morning light.

No matter how much time passed, she was still unfairly adorable.

“I never stopped thinking about you, Akari… That’s why I couldn’t hold back anymore. I was scared, but…”

Her slender fingers gently ran through my hair.

For some reason, the bracelet on her wrist caught my attention.

It was metallic pink with an angelic design—something that suited Yuzuha perfectly.

“Do you regret last night? Did you… hate it?”

For the first time, her voice wavered.

Yuzuha was always so bright and confident, but now, there was a hint of uncertainty in her expression.

I had never seen her look so anxious before.

She really had been lonely.

And on top of that, she was grieving her sister.

I hadn’t fully processed everything yet, but if I was able to support Yuzuha, then maybe that was enough.

I didn’t dislike the way she clung to me so affectionately. That had to mean that, somewhere inside me, I held feelings for her too.

Whether that justified all the shameless things she did last night was another matter entirely. Actually, now that I think about it—wasn’t that a bit excessive?

Besides, I had never thought about her like that before.

I always considered her my best friend.

So then… what was this feeling?

Admitting it was terrifying. I didn’t want to think about it, but I couldn’t stop myself from doing so.

Ugh… well, whatever.

I’ll put it off for now. No overthinking. My brain is officially on break.

Even if it was just a fleeting moment of weakness, if it helped Yuzuha feel better, then that was enough.

And one thing was certain—I didn’t hate it.

“Hey… can I come over again?”

Still feeling sluggish, I sipped my morning coffee when Yuzuha hesitantly asked the question.

For the record, I drink mine black.

She, on the other hand, drowns hers in so much sugar and milk that I wonder if it even counts as coffee anymore.

That anxious expression of hers was ridiculously cute.

I had to be careful not to let my old mischievous tendencies take over.

“…Do whatever you want.”

“Muuu, that’s not how you’re supposed to respond! You should blush a little, glare at me, and say, ‘…I’ll be waiting…♡’ instead!”

Why the hell would I do that?!

“Well, it’s settled then. I’ll come again next Saturday.”

“Ah…”

She spoke over my attempt to argue, and since I still felt groggy, I just responded absentmindedly.

“Ahhh, I can’t wait! But ugh, now I’m even less motivated for the party exploration tomorrow. Why do we have to go to Musashino’s Abyss of all places?! That place is full of plants—it’s such a pain to get through!”

“Good luck with that.”

“You’re so cold!”

“Fufufu…”

Back then, I never doubted that we’d see each other again.

I took it for granted.

That’s why I brushed off our conversation so lightly.

That’s why I laughed and sent her off with ease.

I never imagined that before Saturday arrived…

She would be dead.