Mob Yandere

Chapter 190-3

[Part 3/5]

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"Household Member Coordinator-sama—surely you're a bit tipsy from the party, right? I brought some hangover remedy, so I'll take good care of you until morning!"

"The bath is slippery... Do you want me to wash your body?"

"Sorry, but I'm getting out now."

With a triumphant expression, I declared this to the two naked girls who approached me, exuding a suspiciously sweet scent, having just finished my bath in record time.

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Not only in the original "Firefly of the Dark Night (Yamiyo no Hotaru)", but also in "Firefly of the Dark Night (Yamiyo no Hotaru)", the bathhouse is a staple of erotic games. In "Firefly of the Dark Night (Yamiyo no Hotaru)", bathing is especially dangerous when it is displayed as an option.

The mixed bathing experience with Onitsuki Ayaka (wholesome) is one of the few refreshing moments. Most encounters, however, end with a complete removal of attire, leading to inevitable ambushes. It's not uncommon for an assassin's blade to pierce through from the floor or for youkai to devour you; being attacked by bears is just the beginning.

It was fairly typical for Gorilla-sama to charge in and turn the tables on the protagonist. There was a moment when the white fox, who had been washing the protagonist's hair in the bath, suddenly woke up and lost his limbs, only to be turned against them. The protagonist was once drugged by their advisor and found themselves in a daze, enduring a bizarre series of ten handj*b gacha pulls. In a more twisted scenario, they were in an open-air bath overlooking the city, drowning in a 'true love' moment with Shirowakamaru amidst a youkai flood—only for the screen to black out with a bad ending as the youkai roared. Additionally, when they attempted to bathe with Ako's young lady and remove the cloth covering her chest, they ended up with their neck snapped and were forced into an R-18G route.

Of course, this wasn't a game, but reality. Due to the TS (transformation) aspect, the protagonist was completely off the original route, and, more importantly, they were not the main character. However, the flags were still worth considering.

In the villages and yashiki estates where the protagonist was assigned, there were often mini-service events where they were called a 'Rare Person' or 'Stud' and ended up making mistakes with mob and semi-mob girls. Beautiful erotic stills and rare item acquisitions, in exchange for lowering the heroine's affection or increasing her madness level, acted as a double-edged sword. Particularly, 'sexual power' could affect route branching and success in choices. *2

There were indeed situations similar to the one I found myself in.

In this case, if I had chosen to quickly leave the bath, the event would have been treated as a near miss and failed to trigger. While there was no option to refuse the prepared bath due to rudeness, dealing with the attire and makeup for the banquet took time. Therefore, I decided that if I washed up quickly and got out of the bath right away, I could avoid the situation.

And the result of that is this...!!

"Household Member Coordinator-dono! Please, just give it a good push! I'm counting on your mercy!"

"Go ahead, just one!"

"No, wait a minute!"

As I soaked in the hot tub, I found myself face-to-face with two girls who were completely naked, bowing down to me while offering various items such as a body wrap, lubricant, and a stamina booster. It was a bizarre situation, reminiscent of a similar time I had found myself in before. It was amusing, yet absurd. This story isn't meant to be adult-only, so perhaps it's best to transition to another scene to gloss over this awkward moment. Honestly, it was getting a bit ridiculous.

"Um... how about you wrap something around your bodies? It's really cold, you know?"

I suggested this to the two girls, who were completely unclothed. Their appearance was pitiful. This isn't a bubble bath scenario. We need to change the scene quickly. It was obvious we couldn't keep up the pretense any longer.

"We don't have any fabric prepared!"

"None at all!"

"How about going to get it?"

"And then you run away!"

"Yeah, running away is so sneaky!"

My intention behind the suggestion was immediately seen through and criticized. They really do understand. Well, that makes sense.

(Even if I force my way through... no, that's impossible.)

If I were to turn into a youkai, that would be a different story, but in my current state—even with increased spiritual power—I'd probably be the one on the losing end. Plus, causing a scene and attracting attention would only make me lose the little dignity I have left. Tamaki and Yukine, at the very least, wouldn't be impressed. Sometimes, trying to gloss over awkward actions or transitions in the narrative works, but when the text keeps dragging on, it messes up the flow of the situation. Could this all just be the alcohol talking? What am I even thinking?

"..."

I shook off the drunken haze and looked around, trying to gather my thoughts. My eyes inevitably drifted back to the two girls in front of me. I admit, some impure thoughts crossed my mind as I watched them bowing, naked, but that wasn't the whole story.

(Sutures... scars, surgical marks?)

Their pale bodies, exposed and vulnerable, weren't just smooth skin. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the truth. As exorcists, they had clearly suffered wounds. It was also possible that their bodies had been altered due to Curse Art. The scars, although neatly treated and stitched, were still visible on their forms, signs of their battles.

"Hey! I can feel you staring at me!"

"Are you into voyeurism?"

"Of course not!"

I quickly denied it, trying to explain that I was simply observing seriously. But no matter my intentions, I was still staring, and my explanation came off as weak—even to me. I felt frustrated.

"Well, it's okay to look, but if you want, I can make it easier for you! Should I spread out a bit?"

"No, that's fine! ...Wait, stop! Are you serious?"

"Haha! Totally serious!"

Caught completely off guard, I jumped up to avoid being cornered. The other girl followed suit, and I had no choice but to turn my back on them. A moment later, I heard splashing water.

Then, it happened. A soft, warm sensation pressed against my back, and hands wrapped around my neck. I stood frozen, unable to react.

"...Didn't we agree there wouldn't be any sales pitches from the head of the household?"

"That's right! This isn't an order from the head of the household!"

"Just a voluntary action..."

"I see, so I've been set up."

This wasn't an official request from their superior. They were simply pleading on their own. How sneaky. As expected of exorcists—they had their tricks.

"No, no! Trust me, okay? Seriously, the head of the household knows nothing about this!"

"Really, seriously. The truth always comes out."

"...You can say anything you want."

As one of them clung to me from behind, she jumped around lightly, clearly frustrated. Then she circled in front of me, offering a flimsy defense that seemed to match her small frame. I averted my gaze to avoid looking at her exposed body.

(Damn, what kind of messed-up game is this? Am I in some kind of eroge?)

"...Hypothetically speaking,"

In this strange, heated situation, with warm breaths and a dizzying sweet scent in the air, I tried to steady my emotions and spoke cautiously.

"Hypothetically, let's say this really isn't an order from the head of the household. Why would you do something like this voluntarily? For someone like me, who has only recently gained some status and only knows you for a few days... If it's not an order, wouldn't it make more sense to be even more careful?"

It could easily be a setup. What else could it be but an attempt to seduce me for some personal advantage? Two young girls with little connection to a low-ranking man trying to seduce him—it felt like a situation straight out of a courtesan's playbook, especially if it wasn't officially sanctioned.

"...Aren't you being a little too cautious?"

"This isn't what I was taught."

"Why would you think this would work?"

My response seemed to confuse them both. Their faces were so surprised that, for a moment, I forgot how absurd this whole situation was and found myself caught up in their confusion.

"What evidence made you two think this would work? What did you base this on? What kind of education did you even receive?"

"It's from an erotic book! I recommend *The Ritual of the Demon God* by Tokijiku K?ka!"

"Also, *The Noble Princess and the Impure Conception* by Barensou-sensei..."

"Is that really your answer!?"

If this had been guidance from predecessors, that would've been one thing—but to think they got their inspiration from erotic books? That was shocking. And what were those ominous titles!?

"I studied a lot!!"

"I practiced a lot with tools to be able to recreate it."

"That's just a waste of effort!"

Distinguish between fiction and reality! The scenarios in adult magazines are impossible in real life, right? Real-life men aren't that high-performance!

"By the way, you're trying to brush off my question, but you haven't answered it, have you?"

"Hehe, you caught me, huh?"

"Indeed. You're surprisingly sharp."

"Hana, aren't you being a bit harsh?"

Kaya, trying to dodge the criticism, mutters something that sounds close to an insult. I wish she wouldn't underestimate me as an uneducated servant.

"I'm not underestimating you! Um, the reason is..."

Flustered by my cold gaze, Kaya hurriedly tries to explain, fidgeting with her hands around her neck as if choosing her words carefully. By the way, something well-shaped and proportionate presses against my back. The sensation is almost like a snake slithering, and I struggle to maintain my composure. Oh, Buddha, save me.

"...When you leave, the next person will come."

Hana, seemingly exasperated by Kaya's stammering, answers from the hot spring. As she speaks, she moves closer, almost leaning against my legs. With her delicate body almost touching me, she looks up with a gaze that could be mistaken for a flirtatious glance. Tempting, but wait. Did she just say "next"?

"The next person, huh... Are you dissatisfied?"

"Ahahaha... well, yes."

Understanding the intent behind my question, Kaya responds with a sheepish smile.