Chapter 3

Chapter 3 I froze on the spot, my throat feeling tight, and my brain started spinning rapidly to figure out the right way to handle the situation. However, Yoshikage Kira remained equally silent after saying that line, as if he weren’t feeling any more relaxed than I was. ...Oh, he probably didn't want to face this either. This guy had never dated a single woman in his life—he only liked hands! I’m afraid his thoughts right now were identical to mine, and he likely had a much bigger psychological barrier to overcome than I did. So the current situation was that neither of us wanted to do it, but constrained by our identities, we had to bite the bullet and push forward anyway... Was there anything more desperate than this? However, at that moment, I suddenly had a great idea. "Okay." I nodded very decisively. Kira, like a statue, still didn't speak or make a single move. But at that moment, I suddenly gave him a push, causing him to fall back onto the soft sofa. He looked at me with a bit of surprise, a hint of hesitation appearing in his eyes. I slowly stepped forward and grabbed him by his suit tie. ... "Darling, you are so good to me..." Yoshikage Kira's face was flushed. He panted softly, lying completely still, his eyes filled with a spark of delight, looking exceptionally satisfied. "You drank a lot today, honey, it’s been really hard on you. Don't force yourself—we have plenty of time in the future." Feigning concern, I kissed him on the forehead, then got up with a fake smile and headed to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to wash my hands. When I decided to use my hands to solve this problem, I knew he would absolutely have no objections. Instead, he seemed relieved, asked no questions whatsoever, and gladly accepted it. ...He was even beyond satisfied. Thank goodness he likes hands! He originally treated a corpse's hand as his girlfriend, playing a twisted game of house by himself. But a corpse obviously decomposes quickly, turning foul-smelling and stiff without elasticity in no time. The hands of a living woman are definitely softer and warm. Honestly, I couldn't understand why he didn't just find a girlfriend and confess to her that he liked hands. Wouldn't that be easy enough? A fetish isn't something to be ashamed of, and hand or foot fetishes aren't particularly unusual or discriminated against, yet he insisted on not doing so. ...Maybe having a woman attached to the hand got in the way of his dating life. There was no doubt that he was mentally unstable and twisted by nature, but looking at it now, his acceptance level was good—at least he could tolerate this. With an expressionless face, I washed my hands three times with soap, then returned to the bed and stared at Yoshikage Kira, who had already entered a post-coital state and was lying with his back to me. He looked full of flaws right now. Was it possible for me to... No, absolutely impossible. Don't seek death... I forced myself to banish those tempting thoughts from my mind, lay down with my back to him as well, and spoke naturally. "Goodnight, honey." "Mm, goodnight," he replied. The next day. When I woke up groggily from under the covers, before I even had time to celebrate another successful night of not being killed, I suddenly realized the space beside my pillow was already empty. It was already past eight o'clock. Crap! I overslept! I sat up abruptly from the bed. This was my normal biological clock, making it hard to adapt to the identity of a Japanese housewife; it was simply impossible for me to wake up after six to prepare breakfast. But right now, besides Yoshikage Kira, I was also an actor, so I had to jump out of bed quickly, changing clothes while heading downstairs to see if I could salvage the situation. However, just as I sprinted downstairs into the kitchen, I actually saw Kira standing in front of the counter, rapidly chopping vegetables and assembling the fried bacon and eggs into a perfect sandwich. "Ah, good morning." He didn't turn around at all, but it was as if he had already noticed my presence. He greeted me very gently and said, "I made breakfast for you and Hayato too. Let's eat together." ...He actually made me breakfast? I was stunned for a moment. A Japanese man cooking for a full-time housewife was almost unthinkable. If a housewife overslept in the morning and didn't prepare breakfast for her husband and child, she would be criticized by everyone—it was really annoying, yet it was a consensus across East Asian society. And this serial killer actually said nothing, didn't wake me up, and instead prepared breakfast for me himself? He really is polite enough... However, I reacted quickly and pretended to be embarrassed, saying to him, "I'm so sorry, honey. I accidentally overslept. You could have woken me up." "It's fine. You worked hard last night; you should rest a bit more." While bringing the sandwiches to the dining table in the living room, he replied indifferently, "I just did what I could. Don't worry about it, eat breakfast first. You don't need to go out of your way to deliver lunch to me today; I can just buy a bento at the convenience store." ...No, actually it wasn't hard work at all, my hand was just a bit sore. The brat sitting at the dining table without saying a word suddenly looked up at us. Although he didn't show any expression, his eyes held a look that said, "I know what you guys did." Tsk, precocious kid. "No, of course I have to deliver your lunch!" I answered almost without hesitation, "You're so good to me, honey, so I have to make sure you get to eat a warm meal every day too." "Is that so? I'm deeply moved. If you insist, then I'll leave it to you." Kira didn't object, replying as gently as ever, "If you ever find it troublesome, it's fine to stop anytime." I scoffed inwardly, though in a sense, this guy Yoshikage Kira was actually a good man—if he weren't a pervert, that is. "Mm, I got it. Thank you for your hard work today too, honey." I stayed in character, seeing him off to work at the front door, only to find the brat still standing at the entrance, staring at Kira's departing back, seemingly lost in thought. "Why haven't you left for school yet? You're going to be late, Hayato." I scolded him, putting my hands on my hips and pretending to be displeased. The brat turned around to look at me. He still had that somewhat withdrawn and communication-averse demeanor, which I had gotten used to over the past two days. But suddenly, out of nowhere, he spoke up. "Mom and Dad have been a bit weird lately." "Hmm, really?" I looked at him with a beaming smile. Although I had known all along that a primary schooler who had actually lived with these two would definitely find things strange, I answered without a hint of guilt, "Mom and Dad decided to make up recently. Aren't you happy about that?" "I don't mean that..." Hayato frowned slightly. "It's one thing for Mom to be a bit weird... but don't you really feel like Dad seems to have become a completely different person?" What, he noticed it so quickly? I was startled instantly. Is this elementary school kid this smart? But it was normal for someone living together day and night to feel that something was off; failing to notice any issue would only mean that person was truly stupid, or never cared to begin with. It was just that I began to feel anxious, because the plot was starting to look more and more like how it plays out in the movies! In a victim's family, there's always someone who realizes that someone has been replaced, then starts investigating the truth, and then the horrific things happen, leading to them getting killed... Photo Dad was very likely still monitoring us at this moment. If he were to sense a threat, it would be disastrous. Terrified that the elementary schooler might do anything irreversible, I hurriedly scolded him with feigned displeasure, "Everyone grows up, adults included. Dad has become more family-oriented and reliable—isn't that a good thing?" Sorry, kid. Even though you're very smart and pitiful, I really can't just stand by and watch you court death... "Is that so?" The primary schooler looked suspicious, but he didn't try to argue with me further. He turned around and left the house directly. ...I'm so mentally exhausted! I pressed my forehead with a headache. My opponent was far too strong—a high-IQ antisocial killer almost at the level of Hannibal in TV dramas, and even more evil than Hannibal. However, at that moment, the feeling of being watched in the room suddenly vanished. It seemed that compared to me, who was currently behaving well, the elementary schooler had diverted his attention, and he had temporarily switched his surveillance target. Awesome. Of course I couldn't miss this opportunity. I rushed into the study and turned on the home computer. While Kira was away, I had to hurry up and gather the necessary information. I regretted so deeply that I hadn't read the original work carefully, leaving me unable to even remember how many people were in the protagonist group, nor knowing where they were. I only roughly knew that the strongest protagonist in this story was named Jotaro Kujo, who was also currently in Morioh searching for Yoshikage Kira. Of course, I hoped to find him directly, but given the current situation, it was like finding a needle in a haystack—random events had too much uncertainty. The only person whose specific details I had a chance of looking up online was the mangaka in the protagonist group—Rohan Kishibe. This person was a manga artist in a manga story, and of course, a special individual with superpowers. I heard he was suspicious, neurotic, and overly cautious. But that didn't matter; what mattered was that he was very famous. Although the mangaka's residential address wasn't public, I could find the publishing house that serialized his work. Pretending to be his fan, I could write a letter and send it there, and once the editor forwarded it to him, he would know Yoshikage Kira's current identity! Then he would definitely bring along that strongest man—Jotaro Kujo—to eliminate Yoshikage Kira. Everything carries risks, but this was the best method I could think of right now. Of course, I also had to consider the off chance that Kira might see that letter, so I needed to leave myself a way out. Thus, after searching for the address of the mangaka's publishing magazine, I quickly wrote down a letter. "Rohan Kishibe-sensei, recently I discovered that my husband has undergone a massive change, almost as if he has become a completely different person. Do you think this could be because I pray to God every day to give me a perfect husband? Just kidding! I hope my miraculous feeling can bring inspiration to your new work — Your faithful reader, Shinobu Kawajiri."