Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~

"--Be a good boy and Santa will come."

The words have tortured me.

After all, it depends on my parents' financial strength and family circumstances, but I have been denied personality because of a non-existent old man.

Said Santa didn't come to me because I was a bad boy... and my little classmates blamed me so innocently.

You deserve it, and if you say so... a meaningless homecoming (class trial) will begin.

I can't do anything on my own, but I'm being bullied for even a minor failure like everyone else was doing.

Once they're done, the host of this bad hobby getaway says - have you decided on a bad kid and a good kid today?

A woman who wants to stand out and wave a bar of justice snaps at it with a golden trumpet, and the boss admits it.

The boy who is no longer interested in me asks me to apologize quickly, and then to let him go... and adds an unconscious act of aggression to me.

It was terrible, miserable... the cut was really trivial.

It was just that Santa wouldn't come to my house.

"I'm sorry for being such a bad boy... hey, hey..."

"I'll be careful not to smell..."

Apologize with a boy who is bullied with "smell" because he always wears the same clothes.

Perhaps that was all I had to do after I finished scolding a nasty boy and got my eye on a nasty girl with all her stories running out.

When I was looking for my next prey, I accidentally said, "Santa's not coming."

My world back then was too narrow for me and my classmates.

That's why there must be other bad things about bad kids who don't innocent Santa... so they're exposed to embarrassing mistakes in front of all their classmates.

Of course, everyone will realize that Santa doesn't exist every time they advance, and it will be foolish to believe in innocence this time.

But the brand name "bad boy" that was pushed once never goes away.

Nobody remembers what the cut was and why I was treated like that at the bottom of the curst anymore, but the treatment doesn't change.

And a special day when people celebrate Christmas will not change for me.

"... I'm home."

Because I wanted to go to the same place as myself, I walked home three minutes from the station from the private elementary school where my parents enrolled me.

Go to the kitchen to distract yourself from the voices that nobody listened to and sounded vaguely at the front door.

Because of the rain today, the scars of gut burn around the scapula are terribly itchy.

And it was hunger that bothered me more than that.

I ate rice with soy sauce in the morning, but I couldn't work without a penny. I couldn't buy lunch.

Throughout my lunch break, I endured being locked up in the bathroom and punching myself in the stomach... but I was already at my limit.

"... is this all you got?"

Seeing it in the kitchen sink, a small voyaki accidentally leaks out.

Apparently, one of these 98-yen sweet breads... sounds like my dinner today is made with ahn donuts.

Just because it's Christmas, I don't get a decent meal, let alone cake or fried chicken.

"I'll take it....."

Break the bag and drain the water from nearby tap water to drink, originally containing just sweet solids in your mouth.

"... it was a treat."

In less than two minutes, in less than five bites... my last meal today is over.

When that's over, the next time my mother's messed up room is waiting to be cleaned.

I'm not messing around, but I don't know what to do next if I skip this.

"Ugh...."

Looks like you had a good time with your new boyfriend today... and as soon as I opened the door to my mother's room, I looked at her face without thinking of the lewd smell.

You could at least open the window and ventilate it... and think of nothing you can do about it, and I'll clean up my parents' sex.

No matter how I scratch my feet, it's a reality I can't help but move my hands and finish quickly.

"... something good..."

In that case, your self-talk will melt into the universe and disappear.

"--Kawako, are you listening?

"......!

If you lift up your face, your best friends, Koju and Justice-kun, are peeking into my face worriedly.

"... are you okay?

"Are you feeling well?

Even though it's a beautiful face away from humans, the inner friendliness seeps out, and the face becomes hot.

Even someone familiar with it, my communal handicap was alive.

"No, I was just remembering the old days...."

Really?

Don't push me.

I wonder why these two really care about me... when they call out to me, it's what brings people together.

However, I was very pleased with the fact that you still chose me.

"I'm perfectly fine.... more serious than that?

"It's not natural!

"He won't stop once he says it."

But, uh...

"Ufufu! Huako's Santa costume looks great!

"Uhh, uhh..."

--I want you to stop wearing mini scasanta costumes.

"You know, you think Masa looks good too!

Oh no, it's so embarrassing... especially when you're seen by justice.

I certainly have the reason for this, but... they asked me and I answered, "I've never come to Santa."

That's why Xiao Ju said, "If you don't want to come, you can be us!What a strange thing to say.

"Ah, ahh... that's right."

"... eh"

"... I'm sorry."

Or, my face is about to catch fire... and I'm starting to feel like my blossom inside is stunned.

……

But, um...

"What's wrong, Kawako? Did Masa look too weird?

"Hey?! Because it's not?!

I don't know...

"Fufufu...."

"... Kawako?

"What's wrong?

"... no, it's nothing"

Compared to the old days...

"--Christmas is fun."

I haven't been a good boy, but there were two Santa Claus under me.

That's good, that's all... I had a very filled Christmas.

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