Sloth:

“Say, Kyrie…”

“Yes Fred?”

“Why are we burning massive amounts of time laying down doing nothing?”

“Humu, I’m glad you asked. This is not nothing to me, in a way this is to kill boredom.”

As to why we are currently in this situation, let us go back a few hours prior to this scene.

Bang! Bang!!

There has been indiscriminate knocking at my door for a while now. I have ignored it at first, but the knocking continues. It gets louder each time up to the point that the hinges at my door started creaking. It must be Kyrie. Ara is not the type to do these kinds of things.

“Freeed? Freeed. I know you’re in theeeere!!”

Ah… there it is. The harbinger of a hellish day-off.

“GO AWAY!! PLEASE LET ME SPEND THIS DAY OFF IN PEACE!!”

“You can’t escape me Fred, I got The Sledgehammah with meee~~”

This little—GRRR!!!

I approached the door slowly. I mean, how could I protect myself from a flying door if she suddenly decides to smash the door? This girl is so bad news to the point that only Ingrid could hold her leash.

I slowly opened the door and take a peek. Great she’s standing right there, but without the sledgehammer. I really don’t know how she could slam the door loudly like that with that small figure of hers. What kind of training regimen does she do with Ingrid by the way?

“What do you want?”

“You seem troubled.”

“No I’m not!”

“Humu, come with me, we’ll do something fun.”

There it goes. She won’t stop bugging me until I agree with her.

“What will we do?”

“Something fun.”

Sigh…

“Where?”

“At my unit.”

“INGRIII—!!”

She immediately covered my mouth.

“Humu. I won’t call the police.”

I’m doomed. Me, a former maou… It never came to me that I would be extorted like this.

…

I was forced to accompany her at the unit. It was a bright sunny day and a perfect time to laze around so no one is coming to save me. I really want to know where Ingrid is. It would be great if she’s to be aware of the predicament I’m in right now. Kyrie must be thinking of a way to have something to blackmail me. Is this a video prank or a blackmail vid?

Someone came out of the room. She has the same build as Kyrie, has a lemon hair that ranges below her waist. She wears a straight white long dress. From right below her collarbone a mole can be seen, it really is a distinguished feature.

I don’t recognize her. Is she a relative?

“Uhm… Are you a relative? Do you know where Kyrie is? The truth is—”

“Humu… As expected of Fred. Your reactions always amuse me.”

Oh God…

I don’t want to admit it. But the truth is right before my eyes. This is Kyrie. But how? Why?

She then proceed to the widely open floor and lay her body. What is she implying? I’m not into kids. Besides, I haven’t fully moved on yet. Part of me still longs for Yuusha.

“Fred, you’re always reading in too much. Come here, lay your body rest.”

What? Come again?

It took me a while to absorb things. I look at her. She’s already sleeping. How can a small girl like her be so defenseless? Look at her, laying there with just a pure white dress on. Wait, is she really defenseless? I can see over ten ways she can disable me with her martial arts.

Ah you know what? Fuck it.

I proceed and lay my body on the floor beside her.

“See? It is a great day to laze around.”

“Yeah…”

“You can tell me what’s burdening you. You have been down for about a week. Sometimes all you need is someone to talk to. Haven’t you gone with this with Ingrid?”

“I can tell her about it some other time. It’s something related to my work.”

“Aah, I see, well if you feel like it you can talk with me too.”

“Yeah, okay…”

“Isn’t this great, lazing around without any care for the world?”

Sometimes I’m really amazed with Kyrie. How can she come up with ridiculous ideas? In which, at the end of the day, always turns out fun. She’s really a one in a million prodigy.

Aaah, this is a bliss. I can get used to this…

“That getup really suit you. Dress like that more often.”

“If you lewd me I will do whatever I can with my connections to get you in jail.”

“No, no, never gonna happen.”

”Humu. Just so you know.”

“…”

“Say, Kyrie…”

“Yes Fred?”

“Why are we burning massive amounts of time laying down doing nothing?”

Lust:

Nosebleed.

What I’m about to tell you is a story that is better not revealed with Kyrie, Old Man, Ara, and most importantly, with Ingrid.

My very first encounter with Ara was not really a good memory, I mean, who would want to be roundhouse-kicked twice, one at the back and one at the face. The pain really haven’t gotten away yet but it’s a small price I pay for having my very first assistant.

Going back to the story, it’s a usual weekday in which Ingrid is at work and Kyrie is lazing at inside her unit.

It was out of a whim that I decided to employ Ara with me so I promised her of basic manga tutorials. She sponsored the venue at her unit.

“Ara… I think you’re clinging in too much…”

“Oho~~ This little Fred here is getting shy. No need to be. Think of this as a little fan service from your aneki here.”

“That’s the problem, something’s pressing at my back!!”

“Hoooh~~ You’re too sweetly shy!!”

FOR FUCK’S SAKE LET THIS END TORTURE ALREADY!!

“Why are you even acting like this with me?”

“Uwu. What are you talking about Fred?”

“Eeh??! Imouto-mode?!”

“Awa—Awawawa!!!”

She immediately distanced herself from me. She must have switched at the last minute and having realized the teasing of her aneki mode with me must have embarrassed her to this extent.

“You know You should really talk to your sister about teasing me that much. She’s almost completely offering her body to me. And I’m not used to these kinds of plays.”

“Sh-She wouldn’t!!”

“How could you be so sure?”

“I’ve heard the whole story from Miss Landlady, it seems like she worked at the red-light district to cover up expenses for us for about a year and a half? I was really sho—”

“Hey I’ve told you I haven’t done it with anybody!! What did Ingrid told you? I told her to keep quiet as much—”

“Le-let me finish my sentence first!! Sheesh…”

What… the fuck just happened?

“Ah sorry Fred, she occasionally pops up now, and not even that, we could remember each other’s memories now while in single mode. That’s really unlike before where our memories only retain with each personality. If only we acquired this from the start…”

“Let me take over, lil’ sis you’re ruining the mood.”

“Ara… You are pretty messed up.”

“HAHAHA!! Yes I am, I mean, yes we are!”

She suddenly crawled into me. And whispered.

“But its fine with you right?”

I haven’t answered immediately. I’m really sorry Yuusha, my lust-persona* is taking over me. I’m supposedly a normal human here but I wonder why my passives are triggering.

Ah I know now… Even in this world, men are still weak towards women. Being tempted simply like this wavers my loyalty to you already. God have made me perfectly normal here that simple temptations like this one lands a critical hit to my sanity.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be setting limitations. I will be teasing you only for fun. You can waver. I know you have someone you love already. It’s showing in your eyes.”

“What are you—”

“I’ll let you in with a dirty little secret of mine. Working with a nightclub have me develop countermeasures, ways of protecting my… our very own chastity.”

She get a little closer to me and silently whispered:

“You see, I’m a narcissist.”

“Hiiii!!!” I suddenly feel a stinging sensation at my ear!!! She bit my ear!!! She bit my ear!!!

Yuusha, wherever you are, please kill yourself, get transported here and protect me from this witch!!!

“Hahahaha!!!!”

What’s with the laugh? Quit torturing me already

“I probably won’t fall in love again.”

“So you had previous relatonships…”

“They didn’t end well. Oh welp, it’s on the past already. Going back to our topic… I’ll continue to tease you as much as you like. You can think of me on your fantasies for all I care. I’m used to it. It’s your sin to carry anyways, but you won’t let everyone know about us being a narcissist, okay?”

“I really don’t think that would be a good deal. You almost had nothing to gain.”

“Then, what could I offer you.”

She postured on crawling stance again. I need to be pre-emptive.

“Okay, okay!! I’ll accept!! Just!! Don’t lunge those—those!! Don’t—aaah!! Lunge—those!! Melons!!”

She said it! I don’t care what happens anymore. Those loose shirt she’s wearing!! Shit I can’t stop myself to peek—

“Bleeep!! It’s now closed.” She said as she covers up her bosom embarrassingly with one of her hands. Her face is bright red, so she could also do these kind of expression… Or…

“Imouto-mode!!”

“Ding!! Correct!! Geez I’m so embarrassed. What is she even doing! Tagging out at the most inappropriate moment! Plus doing all that!! Please forget about that!! You have heard nothing today!!” –She then concluded it with a slap.

It hurts… It hurts so much that I forgot what I initially went here for.

“Say, what are we supposed to do today?”