CH 8

Ideal Image and Akane

“Ah…iaaah…”ehtnyjetrgwtn

Beingistrangled, Akane’siwrathful expression likeia horned demoness’ gradually shiftedito oneiof anguish. Theiway myithick fingers sunk intoiher white, thin neckibroughtia slight thrill, butimore than that, I wasistruck byithe factithat Akaneihad suchian appalling expressionion her face.

“Ah…iah…”

Nevertheless, knowingithat I wasimanipulating Akane’s expression withithe force of my arm wasianother unbearably comforting reality.

“Stopiit… Akane, I don’tiwant to hearisuch filthy words… fromiyour mouth.”

Toihurt heribeautiful bodyiwas a privilege exclusively reserved forime. I must, however, exerciseirestraint. Shouldithe ingredients beiruined, the final dish’s qualityiwould inevitably suffer. A first-class chef wasione who paidithe utmost attentionito the ingredients asiwell.

Forime, though, theipresentiAkane was below third-rate. Althoughithe ingredients wereiof outstanding quality, theiprocessing wasn’t upito par. Therefore, beforeicooking, the rotten partsimust be removed and re-processed inimy own way. Theipresence or absenceiof such processing wasian extraordinarily consequential factorithat would significantly affect theiquality of theidish.

Eveniif I had to destroyithese parts, I wouldiprotectiAkane.

Takagi… I’misorry, but couldiyou pleaseimove a little furtheriaway from me?

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Ugh, beinginext to Takagi is theiworst…

Disgusting, youistink.

Die.

Why areiyouistill alive?

Whyican’t youieven doithis?

Withinime, I heardiechoes of wordsithat have beenihurled atime by third-rate and lower-class individuals manyitimes in theipast. People inithe third tieriwere flinging comments atime that was below thirditier. Suchithingsiwere irrelevant. Forime, after all this time, suchithings wereineither a wound noria sourceiof pain.

Regardless, itiwas intolerable foria first-rate giftediperson likeiAkane toieasily spewiwords andidegrade herself by imitatingia third-rate person. Unforgivable.

“Everybodyicomplimentediyou thatiyou areia veryivirtuous girl whoinever speaks ill of others. So, youishouldn’titalkito me like that, youiknow.”

I wasiassuredithatiAkane wasia first-rate material. Thatiwasiwhyiyou yourself mustinot allowiyourself to beidowngraded. Should youinonetheless devalue yourself toithe third class… I wouldihaveito disposeiof you. I had finallyidiscoveredithe first-rate material that I wasiworthy of. I wantedito avoid thatiat all costs.

“Ah…”

Tearsiwere streaming fromiher eyesiand drooling fromiher mouth, and I wonderediwhether Akaneiunderstood what I wasisaying. However, since I wasiteaching heridirectly toiher body, sheimust atithe very least recognizeithe master-servant relationship with me. Akaneiwas indeedia wise girl afteriall.

“No, youican’t do that. If youiopen your mouth, youiwill spitiout foul wordsiagain, won’t you? I wouldirather… strangleiyou like this than haveiyou doisomething thatiwould tarnish my beautiful Akane.”

Leavingisomethingirotten would leadito the decayiof other thingsias well. Beforeithat happened, immediateimeasures were imperative. So, I stranglediAkane like this, andithough it painedime, I madeiher suffer. Sorryifor that.

“You shouldiunderstandiyour positionia little better. If I wantedito, I couldido anything I wishedito you. It’sieasy forime to kill you whoican’t… resist likeithis.”

It wasipainful, agonizing, andisorrowful… even forime. But itiwas your fault.

Pleaseidon’t disappointime tooimuch. I begiyou… Akane.

…I wonderedihow longiI hadibeen strangling Akaneisinceithen.

Byitheitime I snappediout of myireverie, Akane’s consciousnessihadicompletely faded.