Chapter 24
Chapter 24
His ugly expression eased a lot, and a few smiles appeared on his face, which was met with a frown and a glare from her.
Of course, the people opposite saw this scene, and the sound of grinding teeth could not even cover the sound of music.
Song Mu took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Hey~ Amemiya-kun, don't you want to eat something? It's my treat."
He raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly without saying a word.
Aida followed up: "Amemiya-kun, please try this chocolate parfait? You will definitely not regret it~"
"No, get out."
The already awkward atmosphere was now almost condensed into reality, and Naoko hurried to smooth things over: "Just a bite, just one bite will be enough."
As she spoke, she looked at Amemiya with a bit of pleading in her eyes.
He paused, as if thinking of something amusing, and suddenly said, "Okay, Naoko, for your sake." Before
the trio could even smile, he pointed at the fork in Naoko's hand and said, "Then feed me, girlfriend."
The smiles that had just begun to curl froze at the corners of their mouths, their faces livid, and their hands unconsciously strained, nearly breaking their forks.
Humiliation, embarrassment, and utter shame.
Naoko could almost feel heat rising up her spine, all the way to her forehead. Even her head felt hot... maybe.
Ahhhhhh, she gritted her teeth inwardly.
Seeing the atmosphere in the restaurant in such disarray, Amemiya curled his lips in satisfaction and smiled, "Ah, I was just kidding. Just give me a new one."
This bastard was deliberately trying to embarrass her and prevent her from making friends. But she had no way to stop him.
He finally ordered the same chocolate parfait as Naoko and waited quietly for the waiter to bring the dessert.
Just when she thought he'd finally figured out this wasn't the time for him to joke, he shamelessly declared, "We can't share, but please feed me, Naoko." He
said it like a profound act of forgiveness.
Anything was fine; now she just wanted to shut him up.
The chocolate parfait arrived, and the sharp eyes of the girls across from her couldn't help but fixate on it.
Naoko shakily scooped a small corner for him with her fork, but her hand was only halfway raised when Amamiya lowered her head and, under their quizzical gazes, took the parfait into his mouth. His Adam's
apple rolled as he swallowed.
But after just one bite, he scathingly commented, "It doesn't taste that great. Naoko, you just like overly sweet things like this."
Naoko did like it.
He said nonchalantly, "If you really like it, it's okay to eat my portion."
If it weren't for this situation, she'd probably try to shove the parfait into his face.
But now she had no choice but to swallow her anger and refuse. "No... I'm afraid I'll get fat."
"How can I be fat? Naoko, you're still too thin." He reached out and pinched the flesh on her cheek, oblivious to the others. "Don't waste it, Naoko."
And that was right.
Besides, the parfait was still clean; she just had to change the fork.
The trio's eyes practically shone with icicles as they glared at Naoko.
"...Or should I..."
Before she could finish, Matsuki interrupted, "Indeed, Kawase, it's not good to waste it."
"Huh?"
Okada chimed in. "Yeah~ That's true, it shouldn't be wasted.
" "Eat it, Kawase-san," Aida said.
Despite their words, Naoko felt their gazes were fierce and malicious.
But she didn't dare to refuse, so she just hung her head cowardly and began to eat the chocolate parfait that was supposed to belong to Amemiya.
Maybe it was because she'd stayed up all night playing games the previous night, but as she ate, her eyelids felt heavy and she was too sleepy to open them.
Not wanting to appear rude in front of her new friends, she desperately tried to open her eyes, but with a loud thud, she slumped onto the table,
unconscious .
The last thing she saw before she completely lost consciousness was Amemiya's sleeping face.
Hey, Amemiya-kun... fell asleep too...?
In the quiet dessert shop, three girls worked together to lift Tomie Amemiya, who had collapsed on the table.
One busied herself covering his face with a scarf, another took the opportunity to grope him, and the remaining one gave the unconscious Naoko a triumphant smile.
Amemiya-kun was theirs!
They dragged him out of the shop and into a pre-booked taxi.
The rest happened naturally: the taxi stopped in front of a remote, dilapidated building, and Amemiya was dragged upstairs.
The dusty floor held an ominous aura, but the trio, consumed by ecstasy, paid no heed.
A gentle dragging sound echoed through the concrete as they hauled the body upstairs.
Amemiya's uniform was thoroughly stained, but her beautiful face remained as flawless as ever.
"Amemiya-kun, I can finally have you."
"Hey! Aida! Be gentle! What if Amemiya-kun gets hurt? " "
Bitch! Let go of your hands!" a scream echoed. "Didn't we agree? The head is mine!"
"You're the one! Let go of me!"
They fought furiously, each bruised and bloodied.
After several arguments and fights, they worked together to drag the body into the room.
The iron door slammed shut, but never opened again. When they opened their eyes
again
, it was completely dark.
A cacophony of sound echoed in their ears, and the sour, stinking smell of leftover rice, mixed with the stench of blood, followed them everywhere.
He was lying in a filthy garbage dump, with a green-eyed black cat huddled beside him. It lowered its head, seemingly gnawing on something.
The stench of raw meat filled his nose, and Amamiya awkwardly climbed up from a few piles of garbage, making a retching gesture.
Unfortunately, because his stomach was empty, he couldn't vomit anything out. The dull pain of growth lingered in his body, and he subconsciously covered his heart, which had not yet fully regenerated and was aching.
"Hey, spit it out." He grabbed the black cat's neck and reached out to grab the piece of meat in its mouth. "This is mine, you know? You anti-food chain bastard."
Before he could finish his words, he was bitten hard by the black cat.
"Damn it." He cursed.
The cat jumped away nimbly and swallowed the piece of meat in a few gulps.
Due to rapid growth, Amamiya's handsome face still bore some uneven wrinkles. The raised folds of flesh clung to his skin like rags, giving him a sinister look when he made the slightest expression.
Furthermore, he was furious. He thought,
"Why not catch that dead cat and kill it?"
But before he could put his thought into action, a strong nausea washed over him. He doubled over in agony, lowering his head and making a retching gesture.
It seemed like he hadn't experienced this kind of rebirth pain in ages—since he was seven years old, to be exact.
Amamiya Tomie knew he was a "monster," unlike any normal human.
No matter how many times he died, he could be reborn with the same appearance, even inheriting all the memories of the previous "Amamiya Tomie."
Yes, that's right, he, Amamiya Tomie, was born to be at the top of the food chain.
As memories flooded into his mind, a lovely, round face belonging to a young girl emerged. A warm feeling immediately filled his chest, causing him to tremble and his heart to ache.
The previous "Tomie Amemiya" must have loved her very much.
... Kawase Naoko, that seemed to be her name.
When he stood up, the damn cat had disappeared somewhere.
What bad luck.
He looked around, and in the quiet dilapidated buildings, there was only an old cement road besides the endless dust and garbage.
Holding his aching heart, he took painful and weak steps, staggering in front of an old car.
The car failed to brake in time and hit him directly, sending him flying two meters away, with blood gushing all over the ground.
"Fuck, damn, where did this bitch come from in the middle of the night... Is she dead? Damn it!" The short and fat middle-aged car owner trembled and leaned his head out of the window, spitting in a low voice.
"Damn, is she really dead?"
This damn "rat".
Amemiya was furious, but now was clearly not the time to settle scores. He stumbled to his feet, frightening the car owner so much that he peed himself on the floor.
"Fuck, you flew two meters and you're still alive!"
"Open the door."
"Why? You fucking crashed into my car, and I haven't..." He hadn't finished his curse when he met Amemiya's sinister eyes beneath his slightly long bangs.
Under the glaring headlights, the face was beautiful and vibrant, lips an unnatural crimson. Within the undulating folds of skin, something seemed to be lurking.
It was hideous and disgusting, yet also indescribably stunning.
The car owner couldn't help but lick his thick lips, got out, and opened the door for him.
It smelled good!
Amemiya's unknown fragrance lingered in his nose on the night breeze, and he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, taking a few quick, deep sniffs.
Pleased with his tact, Amemiya gave him a wicked smile, slipped a diamond-studded ring from his finger, and casually tossed it to him.
"Here, is that enough?"
A lowly mortal, he was at his mercy.
The ring was stained with Amemiya's scent, perhaps even some remnant of unknown bodily fluids...
As Amemiya got into the car, he extended his stubby tongue and quickly licked the inside of the ring.
"Have you seen enough? Drive."
"Enough, enough! Excuse me, where are you going?" Seeing his impatient frown, the driver quickly pocketed the ring and hurriedly got into the car.
But those two sticky, dark eyes continued to greedily lick Amemiya in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Amemiya watched it all, considering it his conquest of a mortal.
"Go..." He paused. "Let's go to that sweet shop on North Street first."
If memory served him, the previous Amemiya's "lover" was still there.
Consider it the price he paid for taking over this role, cleaning up the mess left by the previous Amemiya.
After all, he, "Amemiya Tomie," couldn't leave any stain on his name.
And he had to admit, he was a bit curious about her.
The car stopped at the sweet shop, and he stumbled out, stopping in front of the window.
On a summer night, the entire street was beautifully decorated, strings of small colored lights hanging from the eaves, shimmering with a dazzling halo.
Peering through the transparent glass window, Naoko lay slumbering peacefully on the table, even smiling slightly in her sleep.
Quiet and well-behaved, she seemed certain he would come, waiting for him.
She was pretty, but that was just pretty.
At least seven Amemiyas before him had died because of her.
He came to a place like this to "clear" this troublesome "rat."
His ugly expression eased a lot, and a few smiles appeared on his face, which was met with a frown and a glare from her.
Of course, the people opposite saw this scene, and the sound of grinding teeth could not even cover the sound of music.
Song Mu took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Hey~ Amemiya-kun, don't you want to eat something? It's my treat."
He raised his eyes and glanced at her lightly without saying a word.
Aida followed up: "Amemiya-kun, please try this chocolate parfait? You will definitely not regret it~"
"No, get out."
The already awkward atmosphere was now almost condensed into reality, and Naoko hurried to smooth things over: "Just a bite, just one bite will be enough."
As she spoke, she looked at Amemiya with a bit of pleading in her eyes.
He paused, as if thinking of something amusing, and suddenly said, "Okay, Naoko, for your sake." Before
the trio could even smile, he pointed at the fork in Naoko's hand and said, "Then feed me, girlfriend."
The smiles that had just begun to curl froze at the corners of their mouths, their faces livid, and their hands unconsciously strained, nearly breaking their forks.
Humiliation, embarrassment, and utter shame.
Naoko could almost feel heat rising up her spine, all the way to her forehead. Even her head felt hot... maybe.
Ahhhhhh, she gritted her teeth inwardly.
Seeing the atmosphere in the restaurant in such disarray, Amemiya curled his lips in satisfaction and smiled, "Ah, I was just kidding. Just give me a new one."
This bastard was deliberately trying to embarrass her and prevent her from making friends. But she had no way to stop him.
He finally ordered the same chocolate parfait as Naoko and waited quietly for the waiter to bring the dessert.
Just when she thought he'd finally figured out this wasn't the time for him to joke, he shamelessly declared, "We can't share, but please feed me, Naoko." He
said it like a profound act of forgiveness.
Anything was fine; now she just wanted to shut him up.
The chocolate parfait arrived, and the sharp eyes of the girls across from her couldn't help but fixate on it.
Naoko shakily scooped a small corner for him with her fork, but her hand was only halfway raised when Amamiya lowered her head and, under their quizzical gazes, took the parfait into his mouth. His Adam's
apple rolled as he swallowed.
But after just one bite, he scathingly commented, "It doesn't taste that great. Naoko, you just like overly sweet things like this."
Naoko did like it.
He said nonchalantly, "If you really like it, it's okay to eat my portion."
If it weren't for this situation, she'd probably try to shove the parfait into his face.
But now she had no choice but to swallow her anger and refuse. "No... I'm afraid I'll get fat."
"How can I be fat? Naoko, you're still too thin." He reached out and pinched the flesh on her cheek, oblivious to the others. "Don't waste it, Naoko."
And that was right.
Besides, the parfait was still clean; she just had to change the fork.
The trio's eyes practically shone with icicles as they glared at Naoko.
"...Or should I..."
Before she could finish, Matsuki interrupted, "Indeed, Kawase, it's not good to waste it."
"Huh?"
Okada chimed in. "Yeah~ That's true, it shouldn't be wasted.
" "Eat it, Kawase-san," Aida said.
Despite their words, Naoko felt their gazes were fierce and malicious.
But she didn't dare to refuse, so she just hung her head cowardly and began to eat the chocolate parfait that was supposed to belong to Amemiya.
Maybe it was because she'd stayed up all night playing games the previous night, but as she ate, her eyelids felt heavy and she was too sleepy to open them.
Not wanting to appear rude in front of her new friends, she desperately tried to open her eyes, but with a loud thud, she slumped onto the table,
unconscious .
The last thing she saw before she completely lost consciousness was Amemiya's sleeping face.
Hey, Amemiya-kun... fell asleep too...?
In the quiet dessert shop, three girls worked together to lift Tomie Amemiya, who had collapsed on the table.
One busied herself covering his face with a scarf, another took the opportunity to grope him, and the remaining one gave the unconscious Naoko a triumphant smile.
Amemiya-kun was theirs!
They dragged him out of the shop and into a pre-booked taxi.
The rest happened naturally: the taxi stopped in front of a remote, dilapidated building, and Amemiya was dragged upstairs.
The dusty floor held an ominous aura, but the trio, consumed by ecstasy, paid no heed.
A gentle dragging sound echoed through the concrete as they hauled the body upstairs.
Amemiya's uniform was thoroughly stained, but her beautiful face remained as flawless as ever.
"Amemiya-kun, I can finally have you."
"Hey! Aida! Be gentle! What if Amemiya-kun gets hurt? " "
Bitch! Let go of your hands!" a scream echoed. "Didn't we agree? The head is mine!"
"You're the one! Let go of me!"
They fought furiously, each bruised and bloodied.
After several arguments and fights, they worked together to drag the body into the room.
The iron door slammed shut, but never opened again. When they opened their eyes
again
, it was completely dark.
A cacophony of sound echoed in their ears, and the sour, stinking smell of leftover rice, mixed with the stench of blood, followed them everywhere.
He was lying in a filthy garbage dump, with a green-eyed black cat huddled beside him. It lowered its head, seemingly gnawing on something.
The stench of raw meat filled his nose, and Amamiya awkwardly climbed up from a few piles of garbage, making a retching gesture.
Unfortunately, because his stomach was empty, he couldn't vomit anything out. The dull pain of growth lingered in his body, and he subconsciously covered his heart, which had not yet fully regenerated and was aching.
"Hey, spit it out." He grabbed the black cat's neck and reached out to grab the piece of meat in its mouth. "This is mine, you know? You anti-food chain bastard."
Before he could finish his words, he was bitten hard by the black cat.
"Damn it." He cursed.
The cat jumped away nimbly and swallowed the piece of meat in a few gulps.
Due to rapid growth, Amamiya's handsome face still bore some uneven wrinkles. The raised folds of flesh clung to his skin like rags, giving him a sinister look when he made the slightest expression.
Furthermore, he was furious. He thought,
"Why not catch that dead cat and kill it?"
But before he could put his thought into action, a strong nausea washed over him. He doubled over in agony, lowering his head and making a retching gesture.
It seemed like he hadn't experienced this kind of rebirth pain in ages—since he was seven years old, to be exact.
Amamiya Tomie knew he was a "monster," unlike any normal human.
No matter how many times he died, he could be reborn with the same appearance, even inheriting all the memories of the previous "Amamiya Tomie."
Yes, that's right, he, Amamiya Tomie, was born to be at the top of the food chain.
As memories flooded into his mind, a lovely, round face belonging to a young girl emerged. A warm feeling immediately filled his chest, causing him to tremble and his heart to ache.
The previous "Tomie Amemiya" must have loved her very much.
... Kawase Naoko, that seemed to be her name.
When he stood up, the damn cat had disappeared somewhere.
What bad luck.
He looked around, and in the quiet dilapidated buildings, there was only an old cement road besides the endless dust and garbage.
Holding his aching heart, he took painful and weak steps, staggering in front of an old car.
The car failed to brake in time and hit him directly, sending him flying two meters away, with blood gushing all over the ground.
"Fuck, damn, where did this bitch come from in the middle of the night... Is she dead? Damn it!" The short and fat middle-aged car owner trembled and leaned his head out of the window, spitting in a low voice.
"Damn, is she really dead?"
This damn "rat".
Amemiya was furious, but now was clearly not the time to settle scores. He stumbled to his feet, frightening the car owner so much that he peed himself on the floor.
"Fuck, you flew two meters and you're still alive!"
"Open the door."
"Why? You fucking crashed into my car, and I haven't..." He hadn't finished his curse when he met Amemiya's sinister eyes beneath his slightly long bangs.
Under the glaring headlights, the face was beautiful and vibrant, lips an unnatural crimson. Within the undulating folds of skin, something seemed to be lurking.
It was hideous and disgusting, yet also indescribably stunning.
The car owner couldn't help but lick his thick lips, got out, and opened the door for him.
It smelled good!
Amemiya's unknown fragrance lingered in his nose on the night breeze, and he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, taking a few quick, deep sniffs.
Pleased with his tact, Amemiya gave him a wicked smile, slipped a diamond-studded ring from his finger, and casually tossed it to him.
"Here, is that enough?"
A lowly mortal, he was at his mercy.
The ring was stained with Amemiya's scent, perhaps even some remnant of unknown bodily fluids...
As Amemiya got into the car, he extended his stubby tongue and quickly licked the inside of the ring.
"Have you seen enough? Drive."
"Enough, enough! Excuse me, where are you going?" Seeing his impatient frown, the driver quickly pocketed the ring and hurriedly got into the car.
But those two sticky, dark eyes continued to greedily lick Amemiya in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Amemiya watched it all, considering it his conquest of a mortal.
"Go..." He paused. "Let's go to that sweet shop on North Street first."
If memory served him, the previous Amemiya's "lover" was still there.
Consider it the price he paid for taking over this role, cleaning up the mess left by the previous Amemiya.
After all, he, "Amemiya Tomie," couldn't leave any stain on his name.
And he had to admit, he was a bit curious about her.
The car stopped at the sweet shop, and he stumbled out, stopping in front of the window.
On a summer night, the entire street was beautifully decorated, strings of small colored lights hanging from the eaves, shimmering with a dazzling halo.
Peering through the transparent glass window, Naoko lay slumbering peacefully on the table, even smiling slightly in her sleep.
Quiet and well-behaved, she seemed certain he would come, waiting for him.
She was pretty, but that was just pretty.
At least seven Amemiyas before him had died because of her.
He came to a place like this to "clear" this troublesome "rat."
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