Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

"Vitasoy." Jinghua said while eating barbecue happily.

"Lemon tea." Liumei felt a little embarrassed. She couldn't be as honest and blunt as Jinghua.

After all, they are brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

"Ah, let me go with you. Xiao Qian and I drink a specific brand of sugar-free oolong tea. We are not used to other brands."

Takarada Rikka also stood up. Shinjo Akane looked up at the two of them slightly, then quickly lowered her head and grabbed Jinghua's beef into her bowl.

The two walked side by side out of the barbecue restaurant, and the dry and cool autumn breeze took away the heat from their cheeks.

"Ah, so comfortable." Rikka couldn't help but say.

Hachiman glanced at her.

"What are you doing, uncle? Are you thinking of something wrong again?" Rikka said with a smile.

So dirty.

"No, I just think you are indeed a high school student, quite cute."

Without the aura of the young lady in the play, Takarada Rikka looks like just a simple and cute high school girl.

Of course, the fact that she is rich has not changed, and that expensive women's watch was originally worn on her hand.

"Huh? I won't blush like Rumi-chan when you praise me."

Rikka-chan said as if she was bothered.

"See, it's really cute." Hachiman said with a smile and walked into the convenience store.

"What does this mean, really." She scratched her hair, a little boyishly.

After all, in her relationship with Akane Shinjo, she is the active character.

"You go buy some drinks, I'll go buy some cigarettes, and get me a bottle of Max coffee."

Once inside the convenience store, Hachiman commanded, causing Rikka to pout.

As a result, she ran to the drinks cabinet and a notebook fell to the ground without being noticed.

Hachiman picked it up and wanted to call her, but then he thought about it and decided to give it back to her later.

After buying a pack of cigarettes, he originally wanted to wait for Rikka, but on a whim he suddenly wanted to take a look at the girl's diary.

Seeing that Rikka was still choosing drinks, he immorally opened the notebook.

It seemed like a notebook of inspiration, with a title. The first one was "Despite All This, I Still Deeply Love My Wife", and then he continued reading.

Soon, the newly bought cigarette in his hand fell to the ground.

...............................................

Rika walked out of the convenience store with a bag of drinks, looked at the uncle sitting on a chair under the tree, walked up to him and couldn't help complaining.

"If you don't want to pay for the drinks, just say so. Do you need to run first? You're still taking advantage of me, uncle."

As a result, Hachiman raised his head with a serious expression, which scared Rikka.

"What, what's the matter? I was just saying it casually. I'll treat you to a barbecue later."

But Hachiman ignored her and slowly took out the notebook from his pocket. In an instant, Rikka's face turned pale...

With a clatter, the convenience bag fell to the ground, and the cold drink inside spilled and scattered all over the floor.

“担任摄影师的我，一直躲在衣柜的狭缝间，看着自己最深爱的妻子，被胖得猪一样的房东压在身上挣扎，我很愤怒，想冲出去揍他一顿，可不知为何，看着这场景，我竟然有些隐隐的兴奋感.......”

Hachiman recited the lines written in the notebook as if he was reading aloud.

"Wait...give it back to me!" Liuhua suddenly became excited, her face flushed, and she reached out to grab it.

But with the young man's skills, if he didn't want to be caught by her, how could a high school girl be his opponent? He jumped to the side and dodged gently.

"I was carrying a camera on the construction site. There were about a dozen smelly workers surrounding her and laughing. My favorite girl looked back at me with intoxicated eyes. I don't know how she felt when the boy who was confessed to her filmed this scene, but I actually felt that except for the bitterness, this feeling was not bad. I must be broken, just like her."

Rikka rushed over like she had lost her mind, but Hachiman avoided her, dodging her like dancing while leisurely reciting the girl's work.

Sbarras.

"Give it back to me!" Liuhua was shaking with anger, but there was still a trace of rationality in her mind.

No, things haven't reached the worst point yet. Although this notebook makes her very ashamed, her deepest secrets have not been discovered yet.

As a result, she saw Hachiman showing a smile that made her despair, as if to say that the filming in the past two days had revealed too much to him.

"Treasure↗duo↘Rikka↘, why are all your books about minotaurs?"

"Stop talking!" Rikka yelled.

"Why are all your novels written from the perspective of the victim?"

Rikka ran as fast as she could, ignoring the gazes of passers-by.

"Why do you get so excited when you see your lover being toyed with that you can't help but do it in the bathroom?"

"Stop talking unnecessary words!"

Rikka stopped snatching the notebook and tried to cover his mouth.

"Why do you want to make your work into a film so that more people can see it?"

Rikka used all her strength to miraculously push him to the ground, but that didn't stop him from saying the last words.

"There is only one answer—" Hachiman's voice was filled with twisted pleasure.

“Noaaaaaaaah!” Rikka screamed.

"Bao↗duo↘Ri↗hua↘, not only do you like to write about Minotaur, but you are also a perverted JK who gets pleasure from putting yourself in the victim's perspective, hahahahahahahahahaha." He was laughing wildly.

Rikka fell on Hachiman's body, her eyes dead and she had no desire to live.

Chapter 65: Zhuangzi's Dream of a Butterfly (End)

Takarada Rikka has a secret that she cannot tell anyone. It is extremely shameful. If anyone knows about it, she will have no other choice but to kill the other person or commit suicide.

Once, probably out of curiosity, I snatched the story about the Tachibana family that Xiao Qian was watching, thinking that she was watching something with great interest. After watching it carefully, I thought how could this be possible? The protagonist was too pitiful. Rikka, who unconsciously put herself in the shoes of the male protagonist, couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Then she threw the comic aside. It was too toxic. The Minotaur should die. It was rubbish and disgusting. How could anyone like such a thing?

Those who like this kind of thing are probably mentally disturbed perverts.

Until one sleepless night when she was bored, she suddenly thought of it. The image of the heroine with an unwilling expression on her face and her body succumbing to the pleasure suddenly appeared in her mind. The image remained in her mind and she couldn't get rid of it, so she simply picked up the comic again.

Then, just like some people chewing betel nut, from the initial discomfort, it becomes uncontrollable.

As she watched more works with similar themes, she began to communicate with fans online. Of course, because it was too embarrassing and she thought otakus were too disgusting and dangerous, she never thought about meeting them in person.

Later, she summarized the three laws based on the predecessors. Well, although it is a three-law system, it is just a difference in preferences and there is no difference in high or low. However, the degree of perversion is indeed higher than the previous one.

The first level is to see mountains as mountains and water as water.

The second level is seeing mountains as not mountains and seeing water as not water.

The third level is that mountains are still mountains and water is still water.

Correspondingly, the first level is to put yourself in Huangmao's shoes and play the role of the aggressor, using coercion, violence and other methods to humiliate other individuals in order to gain the pleasure of abuse and release stress.

This is the reason why most people like to watch Minotaur themes.

The second level is to put herself in the shoes of the heroine. By being abused and subjected to violence, she imagines herself as the heroine, just like in a horror movie, experiencing excitement at a safe distance. According to statistical surveys around her, most of those who put themselves in the shoes of the heroine are girls and a few extremely twisted fat otakus. Many girls have slight masochistic tendencies, and this kind of safe fantasy can satisfy their needs to release pressure.

The third level, which is the deepest abyss where she is now, puts herself in the shoes of the victim, peeks at the immoral behavior of her wife or lover, and gains twisted pleasure in humiliation. This is the so-called ** slave.

When she summarized these three rules and her preferences on the anonymous version of 2CH, the following comments kept repeating “As expected of you.”

If it were just this, it would be fine. After all, it is just a fantasy in the mind.

But after she started writing novels, she would often unconsciously put Xiao Qian in the position of an unfaithful wife, and then put herself in the shoes of the victim to gain pleasure, and then unknowingly, she and Xiao Qian became lovers.

However, I always feel guilty for creating such a plot, and feel guilty towards Xiao Qian, even though she obviously likes me so much.

Although the script of "Ordinary Office Workers" has tried its best to take commercialization into consideration and try its best to avoid its own personal opinions, the JK duo in it is still written in a very distorted way.

That’s right, the characters in the film, to a certain extent, are a reflection of her and Akane Shinjo’s personalities.

She knew it was perverted, but she just couldn't control herself.

She felt sorry for being born a pervert.

Sitting on the chair, thinking that she would either kill Hachiman (Hachiman:???) or commit suicide, Rikka, who had overcome shame, released the distress that had been imprisoned in her heart at once, and confessed to him all the thoughts that she could and could not say.

Then seeing the young man's dazed look, Rikka's ears turned red.

"What, uncle? You think I'm perverted too, right?"

Hachiman came back to his senses and said, "Yes, you are perverted."

Do you really think I would say the opposite of what you want to say to comfort you? You perverted little bitch.

There was a little mist in Liuhua's eyes, and she said firmly: "I know this better than anyone else, so you don't need to explain it. So, you want to threaten me after knowing my secret, like a book, okay, I promise you, let's go to the hotel just now, as long as you don't reveal my secret to others."

Then I killed you in the hotel. You idiot, your mind is now full of thoughts of risking your life to kill and silence you.

Hachiman touched his head, looked at the excited girl, and continued, "But in fact, everyone has more or less perverted thoughts that violate morality. You are just a little more serious."

"What? Only in this situation can you say such worthless words of comfort? Uncle." She was already in a completely awkward state.

As a result, Hachiman whispered in her ear: "I'll tell you a secret, I actually have a crush on..."

Suddenly, Rikka opened her eyes wide: "You are lying, you shouldn't tell such a lie even if you want to comfort me."

Hachiman laughed and said, "Really, really, I have liked her since I was ten years old. For fifteen years, I kept this secret in my heart and didn't dare to tell anyone. This is too unethical and no one can accept it."

As if she had the capital to laugh at him, Liuhua said, "Pervert."

He looked at Rikka who showed a hint of joy, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, is it because my level is too high, or are these little girls really that easy to fool?

It was just to bring both parties to the same level and make her empathize with him, so Rikka felt a sense of identification with him.

"Well, I know it's very perverted. I didn't even tell myself. I just kept it in my heart. Then, you are the only one who knows my secret. See, does this have any impact on the customs and morals of society? Have I hurt anyone? If I have to say, it's just hurting myself."

So, it's the same with you, Hachiman finally said.

No matter how perverted your thoughts are, they are just thoughts in your mind. At most, you are venting your emotions through your works. You are not hurting anyone.

"So, you are a normal girl, don't think too much."

Hachiman patted her head and stood up. The Great Sensei's psychological counseling class ended here. He was so dedicated that he even wanted to ask Hiratsuka Shizuka for her salary.

You are a normal girl, the uncle in front of her diagnosed her in a calm tone.

In an instant, the haze that had been accumulating in Rikka's mind seemed to be seeped in by a ray of sunlight, gradually dispersing the dark clouds.

You are a normal girl.

Perhaps, what she had been expecting was just this sentence.

Seeing the man picking up the drink with a somewhat decadent back, Rikka couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, wait for me."

Rikka followed.

When the two returned to the door of the barbecue restaurant, they saw Akane Shinjo standing at the door enjoying the breeze, her cheeks still red from the heat from the electric stove.

"Rikka-chan~ You're so slow, I'm dying of thirst." Shinjo Akane complained in a soft voice.

"Sorry, sorry. Here, this is your sugar-free oolong tea." Rikka put the plastic bottle of brown liquid in Xiaoqian's hand.

"Aren't you going in?" Liuhua then asked, pulling her hand.

"Well, it's too hot inside. I'll blow it outside the store door first." Xin Tiao Qian said with a smile.

"I'll smoke a cigarette at the door before going in." Hachiman took out a can of coffee and held a newly bought box of cigarettes in his other hand.

"You won't die if you smoke less." Liuhuaban cursed and walked into the barbecue restaurant.

"Oh~ Rikka-chan actually takes the initiative to care about others. It seems that your relationship has improved a lot after going to the convenience store."

Drinking the cold sugar-free oolong tea, the refreshing taste lifted Xin Tiao Qian's spirits and a soft smile appeared on her face.

Hachiman had no sense of listening to other people's advice. He lit one, took a sip of the sickly sweet Max, and then spoke.

"How about taking out those scissors behind you?"

If I had just intuitively thought that she was a bad person similar to myself when we were in the hotel, without any emotions.

Now his tone was filled with obvious disgust.