Onna Doushi to ka Arienai deshou to Iiharu Onna no ko wo, Hyakunichi kan de Tetteiteki ni Otosu Yuri no Ohanashi - Extra Story

[I’ll protect your daughter. Please leave it to me.]

It was only a short while ago that I made a big deal with Marika’s mother.

Thus, this Fuwa Aya ended up staying at Marika’s house for a week.

On the surface, Aya seemed to be unconcerned.

(This is bad…)

A great storm is brewing in my mind.

(This is bad… this is bad…)

This is the story of the battle between Aya, who had a strong will, and Marika, who completely defeated her in less than a week…

From the moment she stepped into the house, Aya had been in a state of flux.

The living space that Aya had felt like a creature of dreams and fantasy was far too vivid for her. She might have jumped into a world of abstinence.

(Nonono, this is wrong. I’m here to protect Marika.)

Aya had sworn to her girlfriend’s mother, that’s why.

She told her that she would be her bodyguard for a week from today.

It’s all for the sake of protecting Marika’s smile. She doesn’t want to get carried away with the idea of [lovey-dovey life ♡]. She’s the one who has to put aside all such evil thoughts and only protect her safety.

(That’s my promise. If I think of touching Marika during this time, I’ll be betraying Dear Mother who believed in me)

Aya was on fire.

She has always had a strong belief and is stubborn when it comes to her decisions.

That’s why…

Thus, even though they ended up having dinner together in the dining room, Aya’s heart didn’t waver.

(I’m now Marika’s personal security. I won’t let my personal feelings get in the way of my work.)

She sat down in front of Aya and glanced at her while eating her sandwich. Her large, round eyes were completely at ease, and the corners of her eyes were drooping.

Their eyes met, and she smiled with a blush on her soft cheeks.

[S-Somehow… this thing is a bit… embarrassing, isn’t it?]

(She’s really cute…)

She couldn’t breathe, as if she had been grabbed by the throat.

What’s with her vulnerable smile…

It makes her want to sit on her hands and preach them.

(Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?　No, I won’t, but… But the wolf in front of you might be a wolf that you can never match her strength. Shouldn’t she be more careful? She should prepare a stun gun or something!)

The taste of the salad chicken that Aya was biting into felt hollow. There was a lamb in front of her that had grown up to be more delicious than anything else.

If Aya reached out and pushed her down, she might resist. But in the end, she would accept Aya.

Aya has trained her so well and taught her so much about how to feel good that she’s already lost her will to fight.

She’s a super horny girlfriend of Aya’s who can make you cum a hundred times over if you push her. What a girl!

(No, no, no. What the hell am I thinking?)

Aya pulled back her outstretched hand and lowered her eyes.

[ Mn? ] Marika said, tilting her head adorably. Her beautiful hair swayed like a catnip.

Aya’s frustration grew stronger.

(What’s that gesture? Are you asking me to push you down?)

At this point, this is bound to happen. Because Aya has reacted sensitively to Marika.

Regardless, she took a deep breath to calm her frustration (definitely not desperation) and regained her composure.

（I’m definitely not going to touch her. It’ll be easy for a week. I can always push her down later.)

It wasn’t just Marika who had been loosening up lately. Aya, too, has become extremely foolish when she sees her. Because Aya thinks that she can spoil herself by giving what Marika wants.

If this is the case, it will be a problem for Aya if she decided to live together with her.

(Unlike me, Marika has her own identity.)

Even when Aya invited her to work part-time at the bar with her, she somehow found a part-time job on her own.

(Apart from that, we could enjoy our time together. Marika would like some time to herself, I guess)

Aya wants to help Marika, but she definitely does not want to be a burden to Marika.

(I have to control my desires, too.)

What Marika wants is a feeling of being taken care of.

She uses many different characters, changing her character whenever she wants to be touched, whenever she wants to be spoiled, or whenever she wants to solve a problem on her own.

Aya already knows that this is one of the things that Marika calls [reading the air].

[What a fickle bottom she is]

It’s not uncommon to hear of lovers who love each other but end up breaking up as soon as they move in together due to differences in lifestyle and distance.

(I’m clumsy, so I have to read the air and match Marika’s pace)

Aya’s not sure if she’s going to have time to mess her, or if she’s going to be pushed around so much that she will have to mess her.

Yes, Aya was unusually optimistic right now.

In fact, the first day went pretty well.

After buying dinner and sleeping arrangements, the two of them brought the futon into the living room. Aya was able to tell Marika exactly how and why she decided to come to stay with her.

Aya wanted to stop Marika from crying. Her words seemed to affect her terribly

To protect Marika. She will return Marika’s body to her mother in perfect condition. When Aya told her that, she seemed to have accepted Aya’s feelings.

Thus, it made her feel much better.

Just as Aya does, Marika respects her feelings. The two of them were on the same page. (It was a misunderstanding)

Now all they had to do for the next week was to live modestly, keeping their personal space to themselves.

Aya looked down at her phone, feeling as if she had just finished a job. Due to various reasons, she hadn’t been able to use up her stamina for the app game yet today.

Just as she was about to start up the game and start doing her daily quests, the next thing she knew was…

[I-It’s almost time for me to take a bath…]

Aya’s hands stopped moving

After finishing her meal, Marika put her hands in front of her body in a squirming motion.

[… What should I do…?]

At school, she was bright and cheerful, but she had a mellow look on her face that she never showed to anyone but herself, and she pleaded sweetly at me.

(………………………….. Marika?)

This is, to be expected.

Aya was expected to serve Marika just like how she served water to people in the bar. That’s what she thought.

Thus, she had been completely seduced…

“What should I do?”, Aya thought. She held back, but there was a gaze from Marika, [Let’s go in together ♡], said Marika. Aya’s whole body began to heat up.

(Ha… why is this happening to me?)

Marika looked at Aya blankly. Marika’s expression suddenly changed and she said with sweat on her forehead, [Ok then, I’m going first, I’ll be waiting!] as she left the living room.

Aya watched her leave the room like a rabbit and gulped.

(… maybe Marika didn’t get my point?)

Aya said that she did not intend to come at this time.

But, Aya still wants to flirt with Marika even after she told her resolve.

(I’m happy that she invited me, but… this is bad…)

The possibility exists.

(Marika’s acting normal, but everything she says and does is naughty, and she’s unconsciously radiating pheromones.)

Is that so, Aya?

(Marika… what a succubus you are…)

If that’s the case, Aya doesn’t stand a chance. She then removed the third possibility.

The sound of shower water echoes from afar in the living room where Marika has left.

(…)

She fidgeted. An unpleasant thought came to her mind.

When I had been trying to train her for a hundred days, we used to take a shower together after doing it. I would let a reluctant Marika go in first, then barge into the bathroom and we would have a second round in the bathroom.

Aya almost stood up like a conditioned reflex but sat back down.

(No no no, wait a minute.)

To drive the presence of the Marika out of her brain, Aya decided to immerse herself in the game stage.

She tried to clear the highest difficulty song.

She doesn’t have to think about anything while she is moving her fingers and following the notes. She realized that there was such an effective way to use sound games.

20 minutes, 30 minutes … After a while, Marika came out of the bath. Aside from her brain, Aya dropped her phone and raised her face because it wasn’t effective enough to distract her through the current Marika.

The steam from the hot water was rising, and she was dressed in her pajamas.

[Sorry, I took quite a long bath]

[Yeah]

They had stayed in a hot spring and a hotel together. She felt that it would normal to see her in pajamas after all this time, but as expected, it’s Marika we’re talking about here. The soft fabric wrapped around her made her look 70% more girlish than usual.

(To seduce me to this point, you’ve learnt well, Marika)

Aya had the thought that Marika’s meat would be really soft.

But she put the lid on the evil thought.

[Well then, Imma take a bath]

[Take care~]

Aya’s trying to keep her out of her sight as much as possible… Thus, she went to the bathroom.

She took off her clothes and went into the warm tub.

She put her foot in it lightly and realized that this was the leftover water from Marika’s bath.

(…)

Honestly, there is nothing special about this.

Aya’s interest is always in the girl itself, and she never finds any meaning in other details. Thus, whether or not Marika enters, it is just hot water.

However, if the smell of soap in the bathtub is exactly the same as the smell of Marika, it’s a different case.

It is like being hugged all over by spirit-like Marika.

Is this a paradise? Or is this a living hell?

Aya silently pulled out the corkscrew of the bath.

She showers and rinses her hair and body, and quickly exits the bathroom.

(This is… Marika’s, home.)

She realized it again. She is staying at Marika’s house, where only Marika is there.

Completely away from home. It’s like enemy territory.

When she returned to the living room after changing into her nightgown, Marika was waiting for her, fidgeting. While she was applying lotion, she felt glances from the girl.

Marika is just a shy girl who never dares to speak her thought, but she decided to use her appeals to her beloved girlfriend. [I’m ready…♡], she “said” as she pulled on Aya’s sleeve.

(So it is a living hell…)

Aya’s gaze swept over her while they made casual small talk. She is almost sucked into her nape, her thighs, and her unprotected bosom.

(The Caligula Effect…) {TN: Caligula effect is the guilt and excitement that comes with doing something that you shouldn’t do}

Muttering inwardly. The psychological effect of being forbidden to do something is that it makes you want to do that forbidden thing even more. Aya was as good as putting a curse on herself.

 

What if Aya had come to stay with her with a weak to no feeling of affection towards Marika? If she had done so, I am sure that she would have been able to maintain some composure. She would have been able to control her desires, just like she could manipulate Marika with her fingertips.

[… Shall we get to bed now?]

With the last bit of self-discipline of the day, Aya escorts Marika back to her room.

[Well then, good night Marika]

[—-?!]

She slammed the door shut and took a deep breath as if to lock in the stunned Marika.

(This suffering… will last for a week?)

Back in the living room alone, Aya collapses into her blanket.

[I’m tired…]

Just imagine a cute, fluffy kitten following you around, meowing all the time, but you can’t even touch it.

(This is torture.)

Back then, it was a one-sided love, no matter how hard Marika reached out, Aya couldn’t touch her, so Aya could give up from the beginning. Now it’s different. They love each other.

And yet, they are far away from each other across the door, and it is so lonely and dreary to be alone.

But well…

[Trust me, dearest mother… I will definitely protect Marika]

She had been sad that she couldn’t be with me at Christmas, and she had dressed up quite pretentiously to stop Marika’s tears. If that was the price she had to pay, she would have to accept it.

I am sure that Marika will understand.

[… I love you, Marika]

With a small murmur, Aya closed her eyes. Yet, she couldn’t sleep for a while.

Thus, she passed the first day flawlessly. Only this first day, has passed peacefully…

 

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Aya, who has been entrusted with a duplicate key from Marika, returns to Marika’s house by herself.

[… Pardon the intrusion]

She drops the plastic bags in both hands at the door and leans back to take off her shoes.

As she bent down and placed her shoes next to those of Marika and her family, her cheeks began to heat up for some reason.

[… This is weird]

Not wanting to do any unnecessary digging into her own heart, Aya heads for the living room.

After placing a plastic bag in the dining room and saying, “Sorry for disturbing”, she opens the refrigerator and fills it with the food she has bought.

After changing out of her uniform and tying her hair back, Aya returned to the kitchen.

She put on the apron she brought from home and was ready to go.

[Well then]

Today, Aya was in charge of dinner duty because Marika had a part-time job at a family restaurant. We had a hard time deciding on a menu, but since Marika might get cold, we decided on a warm cream stew.

Although Marika told Aya that she could use the dishes and utensils freely,…… she was indeed nervous, but she opened the door of the cooking table and borrowed a cutting board and pots and pans.

Aya’s cooking follows a recipe for everything. All you have to do is get all the ingredients and follow the directions. Just like a rhythm game, accuracy is the only thing that matters, and there is no creativity in it.

But that doesn’t mean it isn’t fun.

Especially now.

It was not a bad feeling to move her hands around, wondering if Marika would be pleased.

She makes cream stew and potato salad for garnish and finishes washing dishes.

 

With the extra time, Aya decided to help with more household chores.

The laundry piles up every day. Since Aya also borrows the washing machine from the Sakakibara family, she should take the initiative and do the work herself.

She puts liquid detergent into the fully automatic washing machine and presses the switch. She never does anything so perverted as to carelessly reach into her used underwear.

[Then I’ll vacuum the house lightly.]

Aya was the type of person who would only clean her room.

She has always tended to be bothered when her vision is cluttered, but this tendency has accelerated since she started inviting Marika into her room.

It can’t be helped. If she is distracted by every hair that falls on the flooring, she cannot concentrate on her studies. Therefore, she carefully vacuums the floor, especially after each act.

After vacuuming the living room, Aya extends the cord directly into the hallway.

After finishing cleaning from the entrance to the bathrooms and toilets, she suddenly realizes.

Marika’s room was half-open.

Well, It’s not like it matters or anything.

[…]

After passing by once, Aya returns to the door. Pushing the door with her fingertips, she takes a peek inside the room.

It’s Marika’s room.

The vacuum cleaner is propped up in the hallway. [Is it alright to get in?], Aya said as she walks inside Marika’s room.

Aya sat down on Marika’s bed, thinking it would be unbecoming to look around too much inside.

[… It’s Marika’s room]

The immorality of entering while the landlord is away makes her heart pound.

If I’m being honest, I guess I was starving. So this is just a distraction. A much-needed short break to tide herself over for a week.

She falls over onto her side.

 

She lies down on Marika’s bed and closes her eyes.

[Marika]

Thus, the feelings overflow and become irresistible.

She won’t touch her. She certainly swore that.

But then, what is this?

Of course, it’s safe. It’s just a delusion.

She reaches out and grabs a pillowcase. While hugging the pillow tightly, Aya dreamed of her beloved lover.

[… Marika]

She pressed the tip of her nose against the pillow and inhaled.

[… Hm]

A sense of sadness wells up in Aya, and she rubs her thighs together.

A hand reaches into her underwear.

This is so. Just an act of venting her urges.

Doing it on the bed of one’s lover might be quite perverse and guilt-ridden, as one would expect, though.

[Marika… ha…]

When she let out a muffled cry, she became even more aroused at the thought that someone might hear her. (Aya is an exhibitionist? That’s new)

If Marika came home now and saw Aya masturbating on the bed, Aya wonder what kind of face Marika would make. Would she look down at me with disdainful eyes and rant about how she can’t believe Aya?

When Aya imagined the betrayed and hurt look on Marika’s face, she felt her body temperature increase even more.

Aya knows this is a perverse thing.

While she cares about Marika and wants her to be happy all the time, she sometimes feels helplessly tempted to hurt Marika. Aya wants only herself to see Marika’s smiling face, her embarrassed face, her angry face, her crying face, and everything else.

[Forgive me, Marika]

Aya’s delusions stray further.

When Marika came back, she said, [I didn’t think you were like this, you’re the worst,] she cursed, and started to push herself down. Unlike usual, Aya was unable to exert any energy at all, and she continued to be verbally abused by Marika.

It’s not possible that Marika would touch Aya down thereafter she lost all of her energy. Worst of all, she’d get a strong glare. Aya’s usual position will be completely reversed, and she is left to Marika’s own desires. She’ll never forgive her, even when she looks up at her with moist eyes.

[Impossible, it can’t be], Aya’s wildly self-indulgent fingertips thrust deep into the depths of herself, and she jolted up.

[Marika… Marika…]

Aya’s image of Marika right now is a phantom that strips Aya naked and thoroughly humiliates her body. Aya desperately begs for forgiveness for the distorted and twisted lust she is slapped with by the woman she loves.

[No, please stop… Marika… I can’t… please…]

Aya’s voice became more and more perverted as her finger movements became more and more intense.

Then

[——-mn]

[Come] said Marika in a cold demeanour.

Aya’s mind went blank.

All that remains is rough breathing, huffing and puffing. And, while terribly calm, the haze of Aya’s own thoughts.

Gradually, the fluffy feelings that had been floating around her drifted Aya to reality.

Aya let go of Marika’s pillow, which she had been holding tightly.

She grumbled.

[… Sometimes, these kinds of things, happen…]

If she were to actually be stripped by Marika, she’s sure that she would be so embarrassed that she wouldn’t be able to help herself…

Aya lay around on Marika’s bed for a while.

A message arrives on her phone. It seems that Marika’s part-time job is over. Aya gets up, remembering her duty as a bodyguard.

 

[I wonder what she would look like if I told her that I just masturbate in her bed. ……]

I thought of a small harassment and shook my head [no, no, no]. In fact, the actual Marika does not have the ability to harass Aya when she says so. At best, she would just pull her head back in shock.

But …… that doesn’t mean that she’s a weakling, because the [don’t] Marika’s face is also attractive.

 

After picking up Marika at the station, they had a friendly dinner together.

Then, that problem arises.

Aya’s heart grew even firmer when Marika’s aunt asked Marika about it. However, Aya didn’t seem to like it.

More directly, she started to seduce me.

Even the most determined decisions can be overturned in the blink of an eye.

It can’t be helped.

With tears in Marika’s eyes, she said, “That’s why, Just attack me already!” Who in the world would be able to refuse a request from their beloved lover.

Despite my persistence, I couldn’t beat Marika.

Aya sighed a little as they walked to her room together, chaining Marika’s hands.

[Eh, what?]

Aya shook her head at Marika, who was still looking at her anxiously, wondering if she wouldn’t do it.

[No.]

After all.

Aya just had to remind herself that she will never be able to refuse Marika.

[As I thought, Our little spoiled princess is soo cute…]

[W-What was that… You’re deciding all of this on your own… Aya’s not a good person, huh]

[I’ll leave it at that]

When she patted up Marika’s bottom, she jolted up and said, [Hyah!]

 

[Mnn…]

She seems to be bothered by the sudden prank, or perhaps… she is just happy to be pranked by Aya.

[… But, thank you, Aya.]

Thus, a deeper sigh was heard.

[W-What?!]

[Marika…]

After a short pause, Aya searches for words that will degrade Marika to the maximum extent. She brings her lips close to her ear and whispers it all.

[Honestly, what a lewd girl you are.]

[Mn?!]

Marika’s face turns bright red and she resists.

[T-That’s… it can’t be helped…]

In the end, Aya is the one who trained this girl.

Aya, aware of her sin of awakening Marika’s natural succubus side, pulled back her hand strongly as if she couldn’t wait any longer.

Aya’s frustration of being forced to hold her desires must at least be paid off in full with Marika’s bodies.

[The one that turns me like this… It’s Aya’s fault]

[That’s what I thought, my cute little princess…]

Aya opened the door to Marika’s room

With Aya’s defeat – a week full of love and joy for the two girls was about to begin anew.

Thus – A short story about a girl who swore she would never touch a girl who was thoroughly dropped off in a hundred days has ended.

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4 Koma Manga!

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TL: Hyou
ED: Grammarly

Hello everyone, Hyou here~!
Volume 3 is Finally Translated! I feel like I missed a few illust but… Oh well, that’s for another time. I managed to get my hands on the volume 4 of Arioto. I wonder if I should TL it as well? Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy my translations! As always, I appreciate Donos!