My Reality is a Romance Game

"It's alright! Uncle sings."

She said she was embarrassed when she sang, but she forced me to sing, so she sang for a while on her own. Then she began to laugh, ridiculously, like revenge. That is definitely laughing on purpose. It's not a laugh that oozes from my heart.

I also felt sick and said I wanted to give up on karaoke. I persuaded Kuzora to sing more because she was so funny, and finally managed to get out. My throat hurts because I sang a lot.

I was tired and leaned on the railing in front of karaoke. She talked to the guards and walked in front of me. So I suddenly asked me if I saw the arcade next to Karaoke.

"Uncle, what is that?"

"I'm a UFO catcher.

"What? What?"

"Well, come on."

I went into the store, put in coins and showed them directly. I am absolutely strong in such games. It was the only feat. Immediately took a stuffed animal. However, she seemed completely uninterested in the stuffed animal itself. Only interested in the machine arm lifting the stuffed animal.

"I also want to do it. How do you grab it? It would be easy if humans could choose and throw away like this?"

I was urged to say something that was outrageous, so I explained appropriately. Then she enthusiastically operated the machine. But from the beginning, it didn't work out, it failed in a row, and only my coins flew into the sky.

"Why is it so difficult?

After all, she kicked the machine and went outside. As I walked out of the store, I turned my eyes. The eyes lit by the moonlight were somehow fascinating.

"Uncle, it was fun. That's what it means to play. Sure, when I was forced to go to high school, I felt like some kids were crazy about karaoke or something."

"I see."

Fortunately, the mood looked good. I was threatening to know what would happen if I couldn't keep up with the words I vomit, but thankfully I seemed to get over. Then I raised my heel a little and whispered a terrible fact in my ear.

"I confess one, Uncle .... Actually, I had sex with me at a hotel, and I was going to kill my uncle after having sex. If I took my virgin, should I pay for it? I decided seriously today to keep the guards around the hotel room. "

"Eh, you really ... You were planning so seriously and trying to kill it? Why is it? Isn't it a bit too bad?"

After all, that was a trap. How many times are you going to trap this woman? It was quite difficult to predict my feelings. At such times, it was very scary.

"that is…."

"Isn't there a reason? Is it just for my enjoyment? Is it boring?"

When I was a bit disappointed and rebellious, she began cutting out the words hesitated again.

"I told you a little while ago ... I got off the helicopter and went home, and suddenly it became so boring. And my uncle came up in my head over and over and became boring. The more you think about your uncle, the more you think it's boring, the more you can't stand the unpleasant things you normally do, and I thought it was all because of your uncle. If you find out that your sex is just a lump of desire, you can kill him and I feel like I can escape from this strange mood. I thought he was going to be ecstatic, and I thought he would accept it as soon as I said she had sex. "

You've tried killing to escape from a strange mood? What is that weird feeling about? I thought I was going to die because I couldn't elaborate, and my consciousness seemed to jump. So I opened my mouth. To speak everything you want.

"I've been thinking for a long time, but don't you think of a person's life like a piece of paper too much? Rather, you have to talk about something unusual and think about solving it. Is it? "

"But I wasn't able to kill me in the end. Don't be so angry. But it's weird. Now it doesn't seem boring like yesterday. I can't explain it well, but I just changed my mind anyway, I won't kill my uncle, so I'm not in danger of dying, how do I have sex with me? But it's okay. "

"You…."

"Ok, okay. I'm kidding. Would you rather take my uncle and take it home? If you bully it, you'll be a little bored."

"Really cool ... oh ..."

I turned my back. It was a word from the bottom of my heart. I was really stuffed when I heard the words getting worse. I was worried how my childhood would be like that twisted personality.

"I don't like that command tone, but it's good. Uncle, as I told you about the helicopter, I won't do this anymore unless I go against it. I enjoyed it today."

Fortunately, it was the most happy word I had heard. So I checked her eyes again.

"That's true? So, don't you mean weird traps anymore?"

"Yeah, well, let's just do that."

"Well, you said the last supper or something ... just ... really?"

"Oh, I'm gone. But I didn't let you go before killing me.

With that said, I pulled my tongue out a bit. I can't do anything with this. My head is getting hurt. Why did you get involved with such a woman? God of this ugly game system. A curse was passing by a stranger in front of us. It was Aya. Speaking of which, the building next to the karaoke was the dining room where she works. She noticed me and bowed.

"Hello."

"This, Hello. Do you finished your work?"

"Yes, oh, there's a companion ..."

She stared at Kuzuka while saying so. However, his expression was a little strange. Suddenly, she dropped her bag, and she looked very surprised.

"What happened?"

In my words, she came back and picked up her bag.

"No, nothing. Sorry, I'm sorry."

She left so and left to escape. However, it seemed to look back many times. It wasn't me, it seemed to be looking at Kuzora.

"What is it?"

"Hmm? I'm a part-time job worker at a cafeteria where I go often.

"I see."

Kuzuka stares at the city with an unpleasant face. However, when I heard my explanation and touched my chin, I returned to a chic look again. I was curious that the eyes of Aya were strange. She was surprised and seemed to know something about Kuzora.

So I asked Kushiro himself.

"Maybe you're the part-time job boy, you know?"

"I'm new to you, but uncle, I want to go home."

"Huh? Want to go home?"

What good news is this? He thought he would have been caught for a long time, but is trying to retreat himself.

"Actually, there was a lot of work to be done yesterday, but I didn't care and didn't do anything. I'm not a free woman, huh.

Kuzora said, saying, and walked in front of me. A figure shaking hands and getting into the car that came to pick you up. After all, she couldn't investigate Aya because of her, so she choked. I have no choice but tomorrow. No, let's attack now? Using [road] and [sleep spray]? When you are worried about such a thing, the vibration of the mobile phone sounds. When I thought it was Kuzora again, it was not a phone call but an email.

[I'm Aya. I'm sorry. I intend to contact the e-mail address you received, but I'm worried that it has arrived. I actually want to talk. Would you like to meet at a coffee shop yesterday tomorrow morning? ]

I suddenly thought this was something. I was able to find the contacts I couldn't tell so much, even though they were email addresses. Did you change your mind when I saw you with another woman? No, it wasn't. More than that, there are others. Earlier, Aya's gaze when she stared at Koku was not extraordinary. There must be something.