Chapter 12
ㄴ HolyPowerStorageTank■: Yeees... Master.
If I had to sum up my conversation with Miss Uris in four characters, it would be this.
“...She's fucking hot.”
The first breast pic made me jerk off twice.
The additional proof pic made me do it three more times.
Chatting with her through the comments made me do it twice.
I ended up jerking off to Miss Uris seven times.
‘I really want to fuck her like crazy.’
Just imagining Miss Uris panting and calling me Master is enough to make my cock—which I'd already drained seven times—try to rise again.
Of course, I don't seriously think I've actually become the saintess candidate's Master.
If I went to find Miss Uris and said, ‘Ahem, I am your Master!’ I'd get arrested by the guards on the spot.
Besides, isn't the reason Miss Uris accepted this sort of role-play that, like me, she was briefly blinded by lust?
‘...That would be pretty hot too, though...’
Once the post-nut clarity hit, I might delete all the comments.
‘This is only a gallery role-play. Let's not confuse it with reality.’
Honestly, it was a little disappointing, but...
I had saved all the pictures, and the fact that I'd gotten to be the saintess candidate's Master, even briefly, was satisfying enough.
To keep myself from doing anything stupid, I steeled myself and opened the gallery.
[Waaah! I'm a baby! Feed me, feed me!][5]
[Advanced Mage VS Advanced Spirit Mage—who would win in a fight?][24]
[FUCK!ING!TAC!TIC!AL!NUKE!DON'T!ROTATE!IT!YOU!ANON!BASTARD!][4]
[Magical Girl Urara Chapter 217 (Magical Girl Fights in a Reverse Bunny Outfit)][44]
As soon as I reopened the gallery, I saw a pile of posts that made me feel like I was going insane, as usual.
Among them, one post was particularly furious, and I let out a small laugh after checking the author.
‘She's always angry.’
When she appeared in the newspaper as a nineteen-year-old super-genius high-elf beauty and spirit mage, I thought she was amazing, but seeing her like this, she seemed just like everyone else.
[Poster : Only Say Nice Things■] = Elfride Carleya
[FUCK!ING!TAC!TIC!AL!NUKE!DON'T!ROTATE!IT!YOU!ANON!BASTARD!]
I'll kill you if I ever find you.
ㅇㅇ(74.812): But you can't find me, can you? Even if you get angry, you can't do anything, can you?
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: You fucking bastard!! I told you not to use a VPN!!
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(74.812): Y-you fuggin' bastahd~ Don't use a VPN, I said~
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: You... I'll really kill you. Show up with your fixed-nick account just once. I'll find you no matter what it takes.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(74.812): Come on, show up with your fixed-nick account~ I'll find you~
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: You fucking bastard! Where do you live?! I said where the fuck do you live, you bastard! 2ㅈㄷㄹㅈㅁ
Judging only by the posts she wrote in the gallery, there was no way I could have taken her for a super-genius high elf.
No, far from a genius—she looked almost dim-witted.
Seeing that even someone who had contracted with advanced spirits of all four major elements at nineteen acted like this, I realized once again that the gallery and reality had to be treated as separate things.
“Ah, right.”
ㅇㅇ(89.74): Tactical nuke link, please.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: Aaaagh! What's with this asshole again?! Why are you looking for that!!
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(89.74): Hehe, I was just curious what it is.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: Is this bastard a fucking lunatic? If you're that curious, go look at it yourself (Link)
Even while swearing, the high elf still gave out the link, so I silently thanked her.
Thump─ Thump─
If Miss Uris, a 0.5 tactical nuke, is this damn hot, how hot would the real tactical nuke be?
With my expectations running high, I clicked the link...
[This post has been deleted.]
“Too bad...”
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(89.74): It says it's been deleted?
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: So what do you want me to do, you bastard!! Why are all you anonymous bastards so twisted and fucking insane today!! Fuck!
Leaving the high elf, who was spewing curses without living up to her username in the slightest, behind, I looked through the newly updated posts.
“...Huh?”
Then I felt a little glad to see a familiar name I hadn't seen in a while.
‘Estelle Blackdahlia’
Aside from my childhood friend Eveline, she was the closest thing to an acquaintance among the people I'd seen in the gallery.
I'd spent a year in the same class as Estelle at the academy, after all.
‘...Though we never got particularly close.’
Even so, seeing someone I knew using the gallery gave me a strange little tickle in my chest.
[Poster : Everyone Eventually Dies Alone■] = [Estelle Blackdahlia]
[A Person Who Will Commit Suicide in 100 Days (Don't Talk to Me X No Interaction X Monologue O)][0]
(A picture of a pink rabbit wearing a hood with a white skull, winking.jpg)
Why am I always the only one who's unhappy? Why was I born like this? Why do I have to suffer like this? What did I do wrong to deserve this pain? The opposite of suicide is living, is it? Don't make me laugh. If you want me to live, try turning this rotten world upside down first. The truth is, I want to be happy too, but ah, life is so depressing. I'll really do everything I want for 100 days, then kill myself.
“....”
What was I supposed to say?
I'd expected the content to be nothing good from the title alone, but...
This was shocking in a completely different way from Eveline.
It was true that I didn't know Estelle very well for someone who had spent an entire year in the same class as her.
Estelle missed a lot of classes because of her difficulty walking, her seat was far away, and during breaks—the only time we might have gotten closer—she was always reading a book as if telling everyone not to talk to her.
‘But I never expected her to write something like this...’
Just as I was thinking that it was excessively depressing and bizarre, even if it was only a role-play, someone left a comment.
Puaeng■: She always posts weird pictures and says she wants to die. Couldn't you make your concept cuter?
ㄴ EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: It's not a weird picture, it's a Perumi. And it's not a concept. Read the title first. I'm monologuing, so don't comment.
ㄴ Puaeng■: LOL Then why post it on the gallery instead of writing in a diary?
ㄴ EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Excuse me. I'm telling you not to comment. I'm monologuing. If you don't like it, block me. Why do you keep commenting?
ㄴ Puaeng■: Then block me, lol. Why tell other people to block you when you don't block them yourself?
ㄴ EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: This is my post. I told you not to comment, so why do you keep commenting? Can't you read? Is there a hole in your brain? Do my words sound like gibberish to you? What's your name? I'll make sure to write your name down when I die, so tell me what your name is.
ㄴ Puaeng■: What is she saying? LOL
ㄴ EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Excuse me? Why aren't you answering? You kept commenting when I told you not to, so why won't you answer now that I'm talking to you? Do you think what I'm saying is funny too? I asked what your name is, didn't I?
ㄴ EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?Excuse me?
But even after spamming comments, when Puaeng■ still didn't respond, Estelle eventually stopped spamming them as well.
....That was what I thought.
[Poster : Puaeng■] = [Penelope Daffodil]
[Guys, something weird attached itself to me;;][65]
(Excuse me, why did you suddenly disappear? Answer me. Don't run away. Answer me.jpg)
I left a few comments on the fixed-nick user who always posts depressing stuff, and when they spammed replies, I ignored them. But then they suddenly came to one of my old posts and spammed comments like that;;; It's kind of scary. What do I do?
ㅇㅇ(74.812) : LOL Did this bastard provoke one of the gallery's three major villains with a fixed-nick account? You're screwed, right?
ㄴㅇㅇ(53.74) : For real, you're screwed now LOL. They'll probably follow you around like crazy for a while.
ㄴPuaeng■ : What's this about the three major villains? Why can't I use a fixed nickname?
ㄴㅇㅇ(74.812) : Getting into it with one using a fixed nickname is a pain, LOL. Why do you think we comment anonymously? LOL
ㅇㅇ(211.209): The gallery's three major villains are VPN Tactical Nuke Anonymous, Everyone Eventually Dies Alone■, and Only Say Nice Things■.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: You fucker, why am I a villain!!! It's ridiculous to put me in the same class as Tactical Nuke.
ㄴㅇㅇ(211.209): What do you think of demons?
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: Dirty, ill-mannered black bastards.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(211.209): Elves?
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: The world's most superior and beautiful race.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ(211.209): This is why you're a villain.
ㄴ IOnlySayNiceThings■: You fucker, if superior is superior, what the hell do you want me to say!
EveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post...
ㄴEveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,...
ㄴEveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,...
ㄴEveryoneEventuallyDiesAlone■: Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post,Delete the postDelete the post,Delete the post,Delete the post....
Shiver─!
Seeing an enormous number of comments flood the post in an instant sent a chill down my spine.
“Wait, is this really a role-play?”
Lots of people had brought role-play concepts into the gallery, but... how should I put it? This one felt genuine.
‘Estelle's personality definitely isn't the best....’
During my first year, I had seen Estelle get into a fight exactly once.
Normally, Estelle stayed at her desk reading even during breaks, but perhaps she'd gone to the restroom that day.
While Estelle was briefly away, Delphicia, a classmate of ours, was sitting at her desk.
“That's my desk.”
“Oh, I'll move.”
But when Estelle returned a little later and spoke to her, Delphicia moved without a care, as if she'd only sat there because the seat had been empty.
It would have ended without any incident if that had been all, but...
“...”
The problem was that Delphicia had scribbled on Estelle's book while chatting with her friend.
Estelle checked the condition of the book with an expressionless face, then cast a spell at Delphicia, who had returned to her seat, without so much as a warning....
Snip─
A whole chunk of Delphicia's hair was cut off.
“Aaaah! What the hell! Y-you-you...what the hell? Are you insane!!”
“Why did you scribble in my book?”
“W-what? You cast magic at someone just because they scribbled in a book? You're a total psycho, you bitch!!”
“I knew it. Of course you did it without giving it a thought.”
She wasn't even angry.
As if stating a foregone conclusion, Estelle said in a calm voice,
“Don't ever touch my things again. Next time, it won't be your hair—it'll be your hand.”
“Hey... you crippled bitch, just because I'm talking nicely to you, do you think you can say whatever you want?!”
After that, Eveline and I had to step between them and barely managed to stop the fight.
‘She really is dangerous.’
Delphicia was obviously in the wrong for scribbling on someone else's book, but Estelle casting magic at her was clearly an overreaction.
Still, the one fortunate thing was that the incident had happened near the end of our first year.
Since vacation began just a few days later, we were able to finish the first year without further incident, even though Delphicia glared at Estelle several times.
Anyway, remembering that incident made Estelle's role-play feel less like an act.
‘We were in the same class during our second year too... I should try talking to her more this time.’
Even though I hadn't gotten close to her during my first year, I closed the gallery thinking that I should try to befriend her this time, if only to save the world.