Volume 1 - CH 6

Confinement - Day 6

Translated by KuroNeko

Edited by KuroNeko

The usual rice set of semi-solid food and vitamins was now accompanied with a dessert snack, as of today. Gum, candy, chocolate, it’s all there.

It was yesterday, but I’m sure she used some sort of expedited delivery service from a certain website. She would never have to meet the delivery person if she used a delivery service. Then, I picked up a piece of candy and drew her today again.

I felt like I could draw better than I imagined I could when I put sugar in my mouth. If I’m in a good mood and eat a lot, the ration will soon be insufficient.

“Um, can I get a refill or something?”

I asked that discreetly.

This was the third time I’ve asked her today.

I’m not a houseguest, but on the third cup, I ate it carefully.

“That’s all for today.”

“Don’t say that.”

“No more.”

She shakes her head.

“Didn’t you buy in bulk? That’s a better offer.”

“But you will eat as much as you have.”

“……”

That’s something I couldn’t argue with. In reality, I have a record of being a frugal eater who believed it was cheaper to buy in bulk and then going on a binge eating and drinking spree.

She nodded in remorse, and she left the room.

(I guess she got tired of my greed…)

I thought back and she suddenly came back.

She had a sachet of white powder in her hand.

(Is it the sugar that comes with yogurt… I thought she was trying to keep me healthy by not overloading me with sugar, eh?)

In front of me, who was feeling more and more remorseful, she took an outlandish action.

With a snap, she rips open the sachet and begins sprinkling sugar onto her left hand fingers.

“Ngh.”

Then she put her left hand in front of my mouth at random.

“N-no, it’s okay. I’m not a child, I can put up with sweets!”

I backed away and shook my head violently.

“Ngh!”

Still, she frowns bitterly and extends her sugar-covered index finger. When I saw the strength being poured into her right hand, which was clutching the knife, I gave up my struggle early on.

“T-thanks for the meal.”

I sucked the girl’s index finger.

It’s sweet and smells nice as well. I felt a unique feeling of fingerprints on my tongue. This one, for sure, isn’t going to make me miss a mouthful.

But I feel as pitiful as if a baby’s pacifier were pushed into my mouth. If she was doing this out of a desire to educate me, then it’s good. Starting tomorrow, I will no longer wish for any more sweets.

(I’m getting more and more confused about this girl.)

Money was tightly controlled in this relationship. There was also the commonly held belief that alcohol and tobacco are bad for me. But she doesn’t seem to realize that she shouldn’t unnecessarily provoke men.

Sure, she has a knife, but what is she going to do if I start fighting back? I might bite her fingers, take her knife, and push her down the other way.

Of course, I don’t have the guts or strength to do it, but it is thinkable. It is quite possible that this is a possibility.

“Done.”

The girl pulls her finger out of my mouth.

“A-uh.”

After that, my drawing continued as if nothing had happened. It was a day in which the girl’s mysteriousness deepened with her tiny morals.