It turns out that my Yandere playmate online is my Homeroom Teacher-Chapter 32: Uh sorry to disappoint you dear readers.
A while ago before Shiori lost his rationality.
I’m sipping my beer casually, while viewing the happy face of Haru-kun as he eat the food I cooked.
And then, suddenly, I felt dizzy.
What the hell, how can I be drunk with this..
I looked at the beer can.
What the hell! This is too alcoholic for me!
El Diablo 97% alcoholic.
My vision felt more shaky and, my horniness dramatically increased.
This is bad, you should escape now Haru-kun! I’ll lost my hold to my rationality!
And then, this is it. I still know what I’m doing but, my mind is completely messed up.
I jumped on Haru-kun, and I’m not feeling any sense of guilt! My damn sex drive is overwhelming me!
Haru’s POV
"Haru’s POV
This is bad. This is really, really bad.
Shiori-san, now completely under the influence of alcohol and whatever dangerous thoughts were swirling in her head, had me pinned to the floor. Her mischievous smirk sent shivers down my spine as she hovered over me, her index finger pressing against my lips.
"Shhh, don’t scream, Haru-kun, or you’ll disturb the neighbors~" she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.
Oh god. I need an escape plan.
"Shiori-san! I still have assignments to do! I can’t afford to miss class tomorrow!"
"Oh? You’re more worried about your assignments than your poor, suffering girlfriend? How cruel!" She pouted, then leaned in closer. "You’ll just have to compensate me properly, Haru-kun~"
I was doomed.
Just as I was preparing myself for what seemed like an unavoidable fate, salvation arrived in the form of a furious, door-kicking Marika.
"OI, SHIORI! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY NEPHEW!"
Like a divine warrior descending from the heavens (or in this case, a very, very angry aunt with an overprotective complex), Marika stormed into the room, her eyes burning with the fury of a thousand betrayed elder sisters.
Shiori-san blinked at her sudden intrusion. "Mari-chan? Why are you here?"
"BECAUSE I KNEW YOU’D PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS!" Marika roared, pointing an accusing finger at Shiori-san, who still sat comfortably on top of me.
Meanwhile, I was still lying on the floor, caught in the crossfire between two powerful forces.
"Wait, wait, Mari-chan, calm down! This is just a misunderstanding!" Shiori-san waved her hands frantically, though she made absolutely no effort to get off me.
"A misunderstanding?!" Marika seethed. "You pinned Haru to the ground like some predator! I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU I WOULDN’T LET YOU LAY A HAND ON HIM!"
"You’re overreacting! I was just teasing him a little! Right, Haru-kun?" Shiori-san turned to me, her smile suspiciously sweet.
I gulped. "Uhh..."
"See? Haru-kun isn’t even scared!"
Marika stomped forward and yanked Shiori-san off me in one swift motion. "That’s ENOUGH!"
"Oww! Mari-chan, you’re so rough!" Shiori-san whined, rubbing her arm.
"And YOU’RE A MENACE!" Marika countered. "What do you think would’ve happened if I hadn’t shown up?! HUH?!"
"We were just going to have a nice, wholesome evening together! Maybe discuss philosophy, maybe do some cuddling, who knows?" Shiori-san replied innocently.
I don’t think Marika bought that for even a second.
She turned to me, her expression still fierce but layered with concern. "Are you okay, Haru?"
"Y-Yeah, I’m fine," I muttered, now sitting up.
Marika let out a deep sigh, then turned back to Shiori-san with the deadliest glare I’d ever seen.
"You. Couch. Now. We need to talk."
Shiori-san pouted but obediently sat on the couch. I wasn’t sure whether she was afraid of Marika’s wrath or just found it amusing to play along. Knowing her, probably both.
Marika crossed her arms. "I don’t care if you two are dating, but you need to keep your hands to yourself. Do you understand?!"
Shiori-san looked down, playing with the hem of her skirt like a scolded child. "But... I just wanted to have some fun with Haru-kun..."
"I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT!" Marika snapped. "You’re lucky I came in time before you did something irreversible!"
At that moment, Shiori-san suddenly perked up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
"Ah, I see now~" she hummed.
Marika frowned. "See what?"
Shiori-san leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. "Mari-chan, don’t tell me... you’re jealous?"
Silence.
A single vein on Marika’s forehead twitched.
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"Ehehe, I mean, it makes sense! You’ve always been super protective of Haru-kun, and you even came running all the way here just to stop me. Maybe... you want to be the one Haru-kun depends on the most?"
Marika’s face turned bright red. "W-What nonsense are you spouting?! I AM HIS AUNT!"
"Oh, I get it~ You’re the ’strict but secretly caring’ type. The ’forbidden love’ trope is always so thrilling, don’t you think, Haru-kun?" Shiori-san turned to me, winking.
I coughed violently. "D-Don’t drag me into this!"
Marika looked like she was about to explode. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, SHIORI!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"Hahaha! I’m just joking, I’m just joking! Geez, Mari-chan, you’re so easy to tease~" Shiori-san giggled, clearly enjoying every moment of Marika’s distress.
Marika growled, then turned to me again. "Haru, listen to me. If she EVER tries something weird again, CALL ME IMMEDIATELY!"
"Uh, y-yeah, sure," I nodded, though I wasn’t sure how much help that would actually be.
Marika glared at Shiori-san one last time before sighing in defeat. "I swear, you’re going to be the death of me."
"Aww, don’t say that, Mari-chan! I love you too~" Shiori-san grinned, throwing her arms around Marika in a sudden hug.
"GET OFF ME!"
Watching the two of them bicker, I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.
Yeah, this was my life now.
God help me.
A/N: okay hear me out.
You disappointed there’s no snu snu, and gonna bash auntie Marika?
JUST SKIP THIS ARC OKAY!
Anyways the storyline will now move since I already finished thos weird fan service arc.
Also, might I humbly request all of you to read my new book: Isekai Gacha!
P.S. Trust me, Haru’s disappointed too like you.
Snu snu will happen soon just trust me
