『Good
evening! Aramaki-san announces that it is 9:00 p.m, Jake! Gather around the
round table, Jake!』
「Hii!?」
As
usual, Aramaki-san's voice rang out loudly, and I jumped up on my bed again.
「Oh,
it's already that time...?」
I
can't believe it's been 24 hours since then.
Depressing
and frightening times, unwanted events always seem to come early.
Last
time, Hikami-kun was killed.
The
fact that he was killed in such a vivid way in front of my eyes by someone I
knew made me feel the existence of death more clearly.
And I
feel indescribably guilty that I played a part in causing his death by voting
for him.
I also
felt indescribably guilty that I had salmon roe bowl for lunch and salmon steak
for dinner.
I
dragged my heavy legs to the large room with a round table, where the
President, Akira-chan, Yamauchi-san, Kaneko-san, Kyoko-san, Natsumi-chan and
Masakey-chan were already sitting around the round table.
（I
wonder if Fumijima-san and Misuzu-chan are still there...）
The
door to Fumijima-san's room opened just as I took my seat.
Everyone's
eyes were on the door at once, and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw a figure
staggering out of the door.
It was
Misuzu-chan.
From
head to toe, she is covered in a slick white fluid like a mollusk.
Her
pale face is red with the lingering fires of lust, and her eyes are vacant. Her
mouth is sloppily open, and white liquid is trailing from it.
She
was not wearing any underwear, and her one-piece t-shirt was so soaked and
stuck to her body that her nipples were faintly appearing.
And
the most disconcerting thing of all was that around her neck was a bright red
collar like a dog's, with a lead connected to it. Fumijima-san, who came out
later, was holding the end of the collar.
「Uu...
uuu... my haby, ehehe, my lovely haby, my haby」
Misuzu-chan
was acting as if it was a replay of yesterday, and everyone in the room was
shocked.
While
we were quiet, Fumijima-san walked towards the round table, pulling
Misuzu-chan's lead.
「Hehe...
sorry I'm late. Here, Misuzu, sit on the chair properly」
「Yaes...
shyuwariyonyou...」(*?)
As
Misuzu-chan came closer, a strong smell like that of roasted dried squid
drifted into the air.
Then,
just as Misuzu-chan was about to take a seat, Akira-chan, sitting next to her,
shouted, "Hii!! Hey, don't come over here!" and moved to the empty
seat next to me, the seat of the former female detective.
When
everyone took their seats, Aramaki-san jumped up and down on the screen.
『It
seems everyone is here, Jake, so let's get started, Jake!』
And,
not expecting Fumijima-san's brutal behavior, she ignored it. Naturally, I
couldn't help shouting out, even though I was trying to be low-profile.
「Wait,
wait, wait! Misuzu-chan is in such a mess...!」
Then,
Aramaki-san let out an exasperated voice.
『What
are you talking about, Jake? Aramaki-san has no intention of restricting free
love, Jake』
「F-Free
love...! T-that can't be love! It's rape! Rape! Of course Fumijima-san attacked
Misuzu-chan!」
『Eh...
there's nothing wrong with rape, Jake. In fact, the only thing wrong with it is
that ugly bastard's enormous lust who's been doing it for two days straight,
Jake』
「No
way...」
No, it
is natural if she says so. The handbook said that even killing each other was
no problem.
I
looked up at the ceiling.
Above
my head, Aramaki-san's voice came down from the monitor.
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『In
the first place, from Aramaki-san's point of view, procreation is basically
rape. Irresponsible bukkake on eggs, Jake's』
「Why Salmon
and their biology..?」
When
Natsumi-chan made a simple comment, Fumijima-san turned his head toward me and
distorted his cheeks.
「Fuhihi...
Ponpoko-san, please don't make false accusations. T-this is our lovemaking, you
know. Hey, Misuzu, you love m-me, right?」
Misuzu-chan
smiled dimly and muttered, "Ehehe, I love you..." as Fumijima-san
pulled the lead.
This
is crazy. That's all I could think of. Then a thought crossed my mind.
Fumijima-san
may have arranged this whole farce. To get Misuzu-chan for himself...
If
Fumijima-san is the mastermind, this vote will be the end.
Kyoko-san
said that last time, when the mastermind was discovered, everyone who survived
was released.
I,
Kaneko-san, Kyoko-san, Masakey-chan and Natsumi-chan will vote for Fumijima-san
in the next round. That's a majority.
「Oh,
yes. Aramaki-san, Misuzu already voted in my room, is that okay?」
Fumijima-san
suddenly asks, and Aramaki-san nods on the screen.
『That's
not a problem, Jake. We have your handwriting on the first vote, Jake』
『Then
we'll announce the minority vote first, Jake... but there's no minority vote
this time, Jake! This time, the votes are split in half and it's a battle of
two halves, Jake!』
Then,
as usual, Aramaki-san was shown in a close-up, and the words "Total
Results" were drawn in a flashy motion, with flame effects.
Then,
the next page appeared,
『Fumijima
Pheasant Man - 4 votes』
「Are
you joking!?」
「W-what
the hell?」
Natsumi-chan
and I shouted, and Kaneko-san quietly closed her eyes.
And
finally, with an explosion-like effect...
『Chihiro
Kaneko - 6 votes』
appeared
on the screen.
I
couldn't believe it.
The
breakdown of the Kaneko-san’s six votes was three from President, Akira-chan,
and Yamauchi-san. Then, two from Misuzu-chan and Fumijima-san that made it five
votes.
So --
which among the five of us is it?
Indicates
that one of us betrayed the others.
Naturally,
it’s not me and Kaneko-san. Then it must be Natsumi-chan, Masakey-chan, or
Kyoko-san...
I
turned my attention to the three of them.
Natsumi-chan
had a shocked expression, Masakey-chan was drooping. And Kyoko-san was staring at
the middle of the round table with a sorrowful expression.
When I
remembered that they were suspicious, all of their expressions looked fake. On
the other hand, when I turn my attention to the President and the others, they
are smirking.
It's
annoying. I'm frustrated. I'm angry.
The
man who framed Kaneko-san and sold her out has framed Kaneko-san again. There's
no way this can be allowed to go on.
『And
the mission for Chihiro Kaneko is...』
A
close-up of Aramaki-san appears on the screen, and text appears in the
background.
『Restrained
Kneeling Sex with Itsuki Kurashima! Three hours of humiliating urination play,
premium pack』
「T-that's
terrible...」
「...What's
a premium pack?」
At
about the same time as Kyoko-san and I let out a squeal, President Kurashima
burst into loud laughter.
「Ahahahahaha!
That's quite an interesting entertainment!」
Then,
with a clatter, the chair collapsed and Kaneko-san left her seat.
- Finally, there is a manga version of confinement king...
