Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"You can use this room freely.... now, ten o'clock? Well, tomorrow, get up at six. Eight hours sleep and you'll be fine."

Syndicate and Sai finished brushing their teeth and went upstairs.

Syndicate is speaking to Sai in front of the room where she has prepared Sai's bedding.

"If anything happens or feels like it, wake me up or make a loud noise. 'Cause my room is next door, and I think I'll be aware of it."

"Yes, I understand."

Sai snorts forcefully.

"Well, good night. I think it's going to be tough tomorrow, so get some rest."

"Yes. No rest"

Waving gently at Sai, who greets him, Syndicate walked into her room.

"... Phew"

Look at that, and Sei, too, goes into the room that Syndicate has prepared for me.

In that room, there was just a set of futons, laid down, and then there was nothing.

Syndicate said she had prepared the room she was using for the storage as a sleeping place for Sai, but she must have cleaned it up beautifully.

Sei snuck into the futon after looking at the futon that was laid for a while.

(... feels good)

I wasn't supposed to assume anything about visitors, but the futon prepared by Syndicate was clean, including the sheets, and was as comfortable as the futon served at the inn.

(Maybe it was magic that made it clean... but it was the seniors who laid it down so it wouldn't wrinkle... something like that...)

With a grin, Sai rolls his gobble and futon.

(... good thing you followed me. Someone a little eccentric, weird, but a good one. Really......)

Sei closes her eyes thinking about Syndicate sleeping in the next room.

(There was a lot going on today, but let's go to bed. Tomorrow, properly, so that I can help seniors......)

Close your eyes and you'll see what happened today that comes to mind.

Something bad happened.

Something good happened.

Sei tries to think of only good things as much as possible.

Only good things.

Just a good thing.

(... biceps brachii... clavicle... abs)

Sai opens his eyes.

(... I hope not. Ahhhh)

The result of trying to think only of good things.

What came up behind Sai's brain was Syndicate's flesh.

(In the first place, it wasn't today that I saw senior naked. Good thing it happened today. What happened today!

Toggle what you think, Sei closes her eyes again.

But I can't think of anything good inside.

It has become a world of life or death.

There can't be such a good thing.

(I'm glad my senior cared a bit about this one when I was running... I also feel like my gaze was toward my chest and thighs...)

In the end, Syndicate is what you think.

Is it better than earlier, not about the flesh, but about the inside?

(But I also thought when I was in the drugstore, unexpectedly, senior, you're paying attention to me... and that's what I'm sorry about... that?

So, Sai remembered.

(Speaking of which...)

Sai opened his eyes, activated the iGOD and took out his own uniform.

And fish your skirt pockets.

I took it out of my pocket in a cute package, stuff.

I got it in the drugstore, tried to throw it away, but ended up staying in Sai's pocket without throwing it away, stuff.

(... what to do)

Sai looks at the wall in the direction where Syndicate's room is located.

(I tried to throw it away then, but now that I think about it...)

Now Sai is alone.

With a young man.

Besides, that's the syndicate.

Eagle your chest, show you naked, shoot inside your skirt, take your pants away, far from herbivorous, horny man.

With such a man, Sai is alone.

At a man's house.

(... do you have one?

No, harder said than done.

In the first place, Sai has promised.

When you follow Syndicate, you condone Syndicate Syndicate sexual harassment.

Then whenever it strikes me, no wonder.

Yes, even now.

Sai grips the stuff he brings from the drugstore.

Whenever you come, be good.

(... when you come, for now, if you put this on, it should be okay,)

Desperately remembering what he had learned in health and physical education, Sai prepared.

"Ha..."

Syndicate exhales loudly as she enters her room.

Gaming software loaded.

Beautiful textbooks and reference books, just like the brand new ones loaded.

On the desk where you put them, on the TV, and, the bed.

Nothing's changed, room. own space.

There is a place that gives Syndicate, relief, a sense of omnipotence and a little loneliness.

Private room.

"Has Changchun slept?

Changing such sentiments, Syndicate narrowed her eyes and looked at Sei's sleeping room.

There are no signs of movement.

Properly, you must have gone to bed.

Sei's figure, sleeping well, regenerates in Syndicate's brain.

To that imagination, Syndicate exhales loudly again.

"... the limit"

Syndicate snaps.

Syndicate was the limit.

I thought about Sai, cared for him, tried my best to be critical, but I can't stand it anymore.

If you're a creature, you have it, the aspirations you need to live.

Desire.

They gush up from the bottom of the cerebral cord, breaking Syndicate's reason.

Easily the image of a sleeping sei begins to move Syndicate's body according to nature and desire.

Step by step, Syndicate walks.

To the place of desire.

"... Seriously, sleepy"

After walking about five steps, Syndicate fell into bed.

Yes, Syndicate was the limit.

Even if he considered the fainting to be sleep, Syndicate hasn't slept since Mao took his consciousness away yesterday.

Defeat hundreds of demons alone in the school garden, fight Haiso, bring Sai back to life and spend until morning watching his condition, then travel dozens of kilometers on foot, from school to the bank, Sai's house, and, to his own.

I did all this without a single night's sleep.

No matter how many levels you increase and your physical abilities increase, there are limits.

And now, Syndicate had reached its peak of limits.

"Uh... it's going to melt, seriously. Stay with the bed... what, it's going to be something"

Attacking sleeper.

Familiar, bedding.

To rupture, too.

"Phew... I'm sleepy... I want to go to bed... but, hey, there's something I need to do... the best I can do is... I can't sleep safely"

Syndicate tries to act, relying only on a little bit of remaining reason, nearly destroyed by the image of a sleeping sei.

Wake up a little bit of your fallen body, but, go to sleep, wake up, go to sleep.

After repeating that behavior a few times, Syndicate falls straight into bed and stops moving.

"After all, I can't.... Hmmm, don't you have to do it. For once, I'm giving orders and I think it's all right..."

Desire to sleep.

Reason for wanting to keep ourselves safer.

Two emotions compete violently in the syndicate.

"... let's go to sleep. In this condition, I don't know if I can do it. If you think about it very carefully, I don't know if it would be useful..."

As a result, desire prevails.

Sleep cravings are so intense that they can also be counted among the three greatest human cravings.

I can't fight it.

Turn off the lights in the room, Syndicate, dive into the bed.

Between the blanket and the duvet.

Built to sleep, space.

There is no space more dedicated to cutting consciousness.

"... it's okay. I'll figure it out. If I do something, I'll figure it out. I should be able to wake up. Let's do that. Yes... and... hey"

Syndicate, close your eyes.

Whatever happens, I'll deal with it then.

Leave it to the future self.

Syndicate fell asleep in such a state of mind as a woman unable to diet.

It must have been a big decision from the situation so far, even if I fell asleep, that nothing would go wrong.

Tell me you're okay.

Take away body fatigue, mind fatigue.

Syndicate slept really well.

I fell asleep.

But...

"... hmm?

After all, was there some part of you that was nervous?

Or was it simply a reaction, due to increased physical ability?

After about an hour, Syndicate's consciousness awakens.

Because I feel it, and I feel it.

(... what? Something, coming)

In front of the bedroom door, the moving one.

That's drooling over the signs.

(What? This feeling? I don't know what it is, but I feel bad, but my body doesn't move)

At the end of the door, signs move.

But Syndicate keeps her eyes closed, she doesn't move.

I can't move.

If you can't move, to something... perhaps, instinctively, you were ordered.

Kathari and the bedroom door open.

"... su... ha... ha... ha"

I'm trying to hide it, but I'm not out of it.

With such an unnatural breath, signs came into Syndicate's bedroom.

"Haaaa... haaaa..."

The signs stopped right in, took a breath, and started throwing up and repeating.

"Haaa...... hu......"

After a while, the breath of signs becomes quiet.

Are you going home?

Behind such Syndicate expectations, the signs slowly began to approach Syndicate's sleeping bed.

One step, one step.

Being cautious so as not to make a sound is passed on to the syndicate.

"Huh... huh... huh... ha..."

One step, one step.

Every time I step out, my breathing, once quieter, is getting intense, which is transmitted to Syndicate.

Signs and Syndicate Distance Reduced.

Two meters, one meter.

One meter, fifty centimeters.

And finally the position of the toe of the syndicate.

Right next to the bed, the signs stood.

"... hu... hu..."

Still, Syndicate is closing her eyes.

Because I was sure I couldn't open it.

His whole cell tells him it's right to pretend to sleep like this.

Syndicate endured as she tried not to worry about the breath of the signs she could hear.

Five points.

Ten.

After a while, I couldn't hear my breath.

(... gone?

I want to confirm, such desire arises in Syndicate.

(... just a little, thin-eyed, slightly...)

Move your eye muscles just a little, and Syndicate confirms where you think the signs were standing.

There, no one stood.

(... Phew)

Good. So relieved, Syndicate shifted her gaze slightly to the side.

……

Moments.

Syndicate's body becomes as strong and cold as iron.

Because I've seen it.

Right next to the syndicate, it was moving to the pillow, give me a sign.

I can see it from between my black, long hair, excited, congested, with open eyes.

(... hi no!?

Standing on the midnight pillow was a black, long-haired girl.

Or it was Sai.

Sai keeps staring at Syndicate.

Even if it's Sai, scary things are scary.

Syndicate hurriedly closed her eyes and continued pretending to sleep.