Kitsuseka V1c13-2

Volume 1 Chapter 13 The Inherited Will Of Evil V – Posthumous NTR!


Edited by: Kanaa-senpai


[Part 2/2]


 ”Aoi-san, you all right?”

 ”Umm, yeah… Nao-kun’s still hard… and it’s still hard, mmm.”

 ”But it felt good, didn’t it?”

 ”Yeah, maybe because it’s been a while. It felt amazing.”

 ”I’m happy to hear that. So, how’d it stack up against Morita-san?”

 ”Ehhh…”


 Aoi’s body, still basking in the afterglow of sex, trembled.

 Her expression, as she looked up at Naoshi, held a fearful color.


 ”Why are you asking such a thing? You know my body has already taken your shape… long ago…”


 Yet, on the other hand, the reaction of her vagina, still squeezing his semi-erect p*nis, told a different story.


 ”I wanna hear it straight from your mouth, Aoi-san!”

 ”…Really?”

 ”Yeah, no lie!”

 ”You’re so mean… it’s so embarrassing…”


 Aoi closed her eyes, bit her lip, took a deep breath, and met Naoshi’s gaze.

 Her expression was like that of a maiden confessing her love.


 ”I like you more, Nao-kun… you’re bigger, harder, last longer, and rub so many good spots… your p*nis… it’s better than Takeru-san’s…”

 ”What ’bout me, then?”

 ”Your p*nis… it’s the best…”


 Aoi’s eyes, filled with emotion, began to well up with tears.

 Her moist eyes spoke volumes, pleading for forgiveness, and Naoshi couldn’t help but smile.


 ”Well then, shall we call it a day, yeah?”

 ”Ah, come on…! Making a married woman say things like this, you’re such a naughty boy…!”

 ”Nah, nah. But Aoi-san, you seem really into it too; your reactions give it away.”

 ”──That’s not true, okay?”

 ”You sound a bit unsure ’bout that.”

 ”Ugh, usin’ words that like this, you’re the worst…!”

 ”Well, well, let’s just say it’s all my fault, so Aoi-san isn’t to blame.”

 ”If you’re gonna say that, just quit it already…”


 That’s true.

 As she thought this, she glanced at the sideboard, where a picture of a short, messy-haired guy with an ugly face had his arm around Aoi’s shoulder.

 Aoi, looking a bit younger, was smiling happily.


* * *


 ”──Hey, Naoshi-kun, can you listen to me calmly?”

 ”Just hearin’ that makes me feel uneasy, but go on anyway.”

 ”Recently, I get really excited thinking about how after I die, Aoi-san will be taken by a young, handsome guy who has money, ability, and a good family…”

 ”Shut it.”

 ”And of course, comparing sizes is a must. Just imagining what words will come out of Aoi-san’s lips compared to mine makes me want to cry.”

 ”Are ya still goin’? And you’re so chill about it. You know you’re just average, right? Heard folks callin’ ya small.”

 ”Seriously though, Aoi-san is the type who can’t do without a man. I’ve seen so many messed-up girls in the industry, and I know for sure she’ll end up with someone weird again. After all, she’s a goddess who married me, right?”

 ”That’s the most convincing thing I’ve heard all day. Don’t ya feel sad sayin’ that?”

 ”Life is so unpredictable, right? Why is the world so cruel…? Well, that’s why I seriously want to ask Naoshi-kun to take care of Aoi-san if I die.”

 ”Morita-san…”

 ”No way, I can’t handle things like being hairless, having a belly button piercing, or a tattoo on her lower abdomen, you know? Moreover, I can’t let Aoi-san ruin her beautiful white skin and soft breasts like that…!”

 ”You’re imaginin’ too much just ’cause she’s your wife now. You should apologize to Aoi-san.”

 ”Have I ever told you about that time I did a dogeza and had to have sex while she was reluctant?”

 ”Shut it.”

 ”Well, don’t say that! If something happens to me, please, please take care of Aoi-san, Naoshi-kun!”

 ”I really don’t wanna say ‘Okay, I understand’ in this kinda situation…”

 ”That’s just cruel…!”

 ”Forget that! Instead, focus on trainin’ so ya don’t die, ya weakling stuck at a permanent third class.”

 ”You might not understand, Naoshi-kun, but everyone has their own walls to face. When we ordinary people hit those walls, all we can do is stand there frozen…”

 ”If ya put yourself in the ordinary category, you’d be makin’ the majority of ordinary folks look bad.”

 ”So that means I’m extraordinary… right!?”

 ”Yeah, why’re ya bein’ so positive ’bout this weird situation?”

 ”If I don’t joke around, I’ll just break down under the harsh reality. So please, laugh with me.”

 ”Why not just get a job at an amusement park? At least ya wouldn’t die.”

 ”Not everyone can live so wisely. We’re bound by our fate, a bloodline we can’t resist… Plus, at my age, looking for a job with only ‘exorcist’ on my resume is like living in hell.”

 ”No, ya got plenty of connections, both at my place and yours…”


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 ──

 ──As he had been told, Aoi’s will was weak and faint.

 So, she couldn’t search for or choose the ordinary happiness that others might think of.

 For her, happiness was defined by being bound to something and being sought after by someone.

 And it wasn’t just determined by words or actions.

 Perhaps that was why she once accepted being valued and chose a man who placed the highest value on her as her lifelong partner.

 Now, to maintain the happiness Aoi had finally gained, she needed to be tied to the memories of her late husband, and on top of that, she needed someone who strongly desired her.

 That was the prediction Naoshi had once heard from Morita.

 When he first heard it, he laughed it off, thinking there was no way that could be true, but Naoshi had realized many times that it was completely true.


 ”Aoi-san, don’t go messin’ ’round at the tanning salon or gettin’ a piercing on your n**ple, ya hear?”

 ”Eh? What’s with the sudden request? What’s going on?”

 ”Ah, no, I just thought of it outta nowhere… forget I said anythin’.”

 ”You’re being strange, Nao-kun──well, okay, but it’s rare for you to ask me for something outside of intimate moments, so I’ll listen.”


 While saying it as if to put him in her debt, there was definitely a look of joy in Aoi’s eyes.

 A color that seemed to delight in being bound by the freedom she had chosen.


 ”Thanks.”

 ”Hehe.”


 (──But I gotta wonder, outta me, Morita-san, and Aoi-san, who’s the most caught up in all this?)


 Throwing away such trivial doubts that floated in his mind, Naoshi pulled Aoi closer.

 At first, it might have been sympathy.

 Or perhaps he had simply thought of it as a perk, but now he recognized, with a hint of resignation, that she had become someone he found it hard to part with.

 A man who devoted himself to his proud birth, and a woman who fell in love with him. Even knowing their feelings, the man embraces the woman──this shows that not everyone can choose a wise happiness.


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