I’m Just an Underling of an Evil Organization, but for Some Reason I was Ordered to Honeytrap the He

 8 - Shame

In conclusion, I am unable to escape. 

 

The reason was that the weaponized storage bangle that should have been on my wrist was gone. And no matter where I looked, Akkad’s own equipment was nowhere to be found, either. 

That being as it may, I would need to break the handcuff on my wrist with my bare hands, but I was not allowed to have a single injury…

 

So I gave up and booted up the PC, munching on hard candy and killing free time. Is this the endangered species, the “homemaker”1?

Well, today was no good, but tomorrow or whatever I’ll figure something out. I could ask for my bangle to be returned because it was a token from a comrade, or get permission to go outside because I wasn’t getting enough exercise; I could make up any number of reasons and run away. 

The actual problem was if that guy grew tired of me too quickly, and he decided to ‘dispose’ 2 of me somehow. The possibility of that was the greatest by far. It’s so difficult. 

 

When the hour swung past 18:00, Akkad returned home. 

He opened the door, and the instant he looked at me, he beamed. He ran over fast enough to leave afterimages, and after he hugged me tightly, he unlatched the handcuff. 

 

“I’m sorry I’m later than I thought. Really, because I was deployed yesterday, today was scheduled to be a rest day, but I was summoned to explain your situation to various relevant parties. I thought it would be over quickly, but they asked me all sorts of trivial things, and it ended up overlapping with the discussion about your living conditions from here on. But, I was able to properly shield you as my lover, so you can rest assured.”

And yet I have not said one word about becoming your lover.

 

Burying his nose into the crook of my neck, he explained, “Starting tomorrow, outside of sudden deployment, I was given a four day long break.” He gave his report quite happily. 

…Meaning I won’t be able to run away in the next four days. I am not happy.

 

Once again, I ate stewed chicken which could only be eaten when rich in resources. Afterwards I sat next to Akkad on the sofa and decided to gather intelligence.

 

My nerves couldn’t settle. I couldn’t find this man’s bottom line for some reason. Though he said he’s in love with me, he maintained a certain distance such that if he intended to kill me even as he embraced me3, I wouldn’t be able to tell.

To make matters worse, his presence was so strong that even I, who’s been a combatant for ten thousand years at this point 4, found it suffocating.

My stomach will probably reach its limit after these four days.

 

That being said, it was always good to gather intelligence. This was also for the sake of the organization. 

“You mentioned this during the day, but which organization are you affiliated with?”

“Aah, I fight to interfere with Humbaba, but there are limits to what one person can do, so I’m a member of an organization that maintains public order. They’re helping me manage the more trivial areas.”

“You’re not affiliated with Gilgamesh?”

For some reason, I began to feel somewhat complex, and wrapped my arms around my shoulders. I found myself on the verge of trembling 5, but I desperately endured it. 

 

“What about the one that’s always broadcasting your fights on TV?”

“Being Humbaba’s opponent generates expenses one way or another; it isn’t the forefront of android technology for nothing. So I have them broadcast the fights, and receive money from program sponsors.”

“It must be considerably profitable to have things like robots that can cook.”

Doing housework needs both friendly operability and high intelligence. 

Rather than going through all the effort of installing a robot, a one time purchase of an android would save labor wholesale and still be much more user-friendly, yet this house was entirely serviced by machines. 

“The help robot was a present from a sponsor. Though androids have become popularized, their goal seems to be to create a robot that exceeds android functionality. 

 

We discussed some of the demands of Akkad’s lifestyle after that, until he said, “Come along,” and pulled my hand.

 

Without needing to guess, I was being taken to the bedroom, where I’ll probably be embraced again. 

Having to be so raw6… exposing private parts… with this beautiful man…

 

I was bracing myself, but it seemed that during the course of our meal, the robot had installed a cot. Akkad offered me the bed from before, while he himself approached the cot. 

 

Wait a second. Well, no, it’s fine if you don’t wait a second. But still, how should I say this, isn’t this kind of unpleasant? No, it’s not like I wanted to attend to him, or that I’m a little lonely, there’s no way that would ever ever ever—

 

“Hiroto?”

Akkad had his head turned over his shoulder, and though I stayed huddled beside the bed, he inclined his head. 

“Hiroto, are you maybe-”

“No, that’s impossible.”

“‘That’ being what?” 

Smiling, Akkad walked up to me in long strides, and wrapped his arms around my body. 

“Hiroto, show me your face.”

“I don’t want to.”

 

I wonder why I suddenly felt like clinging to Akkad. He’s scary, but when he holds me close, it’s so warm. 

I became conscious of the fact that a flush had risen to my face, and for some reason my lower body started to throb. Hanging my head in shame, I had just turned my eyes to the floor when my body was firmly lifted up. 

 

“Wah—”

I was lowered onto the bedding, and Akkad promptly fell over me. 

“Your face is bright red. It’s super cute.”

 

He brushed away my bangs to expose my forehead, and Akkad’s brow was pressed onto mine. Akkad gazed at me as though I were sweet and precious, and dropped light kisses on my forehead, cheeks, and lips. 

He seized my cheek, and sticking his moist lips to mine, forcefully and continually pushed his tongue inside my mouth. While I was still caught by surprise, my tongue had become twisted up with Akkad’s, and he rubbed against me as though he were toying with me. 

 

I was too scared last night to have enough composure to judge, but wasn’t this guy way too skilled at this…?

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As I was becoming dazed, he unfastened the buttons of my shirt with amazing speed, and with the sound of clothes rustling, my skin was exposed to the open air. 

 

 

TL: Sorry I’m late! I fell asleep editing, lol. We’ve come to the end of what I’ve stockpiled, so I won’t be updating next week in order to catch up. I’m hoping to translate until the end, and then post either in clusters or maybe every other day for a while. Either way, I’m hoping to finish it up by the end of January.

Some clarifications about the setting: I didn’t even think about it when I first posted it, but “Past Plays a Big Role” (I’ll add the tag here and on NU). Please take note of the amnesia tag; the author’s taking the “instinctively trusts each other” route, which I don’t adore either, but that’s why Akkad’s and Hiroto’s behavior is kinda weird sometimes. Also, though they’re called “androids”, they’re made from “organic materials”, so they have flesh and look like humans, with distinct features based on their model. Hiroto and Akkad are both unique models

Footnotes

主婦 lit. housewife, mistress of the house, homemaker 処分 lit. disposal, punishment, or putting down (e.g. an animal) hard to tell if he means “when Akkad is hugging me” or “fucking me”… I will leave it to your imagination 万年 lit. ten thousand years, eternity. A dramatic way of saying forever, basically foreshadowing lol, I keep adding this because when I read through it the first time I didn’t notice and was really confused 生々しい lit. lively, green, fresh, raw, vivid, graphic :))