The Heroines I Corrupted Regressed With Me

I’m a hundred percent, absolutely sure.

The Hazelnut sisters aren’t characters I created.

I never even considered a heroine with a Whore trait.

Afraid my pupils would start shaking, I forced my gaze forward and asked carefully,

"I’m sorry, but... what kind of work do you do, by any chance...?"

I’m not dense enough to miss the momentary sharpness that flashed in her eyes.

"Ah, well... it’s hard to say, but... it’s only natural you’d ask. After all, you’re my girlfriend’s older sister. I’m just—"

"I run errands. Stuff like that."

Sophie answered curtly.

If she works at some kind of errand center, is she speaking euphemistically—meaning she fulfills people’s "requests"?

Somehow her profile seemed colder than before.

I felt like I should change the subject.

"So... Sophie—"

"You can call me Soph."

"Yeah, so... do you have any problems with Phonia and me living together?"

"Problems? As long as you don’t make my sister’s life difficult, I don’t think I’d have any reason to interfere."

She said it with a smile, but she was still scary.

"By the way, do you have some money? Even if you work part-time, Phonia is a student, so she won’t be earning anything."

"Ah, I have some insurance money," I answered cautiously.

I actually have a lot of money. Because I’m the author, after all.

Unless I spend recklessly, I’ll be fine for the rest of my life—until I reach the average life expectancy, at least.

"Still, I feel bad, so I’ll give you some support."

"Nah, it’s okay..."

"If you feel burdened, just think of it as an allowance for my sister."

"...Then I’ll gratefully accept it."

Sophie stopped the car right in front of the house.

She didn’t even have a navigation system, yet she found the place without trouble.

"It’s quite an ordinary house, but please, make yourself at home," I said out of courtesy.

The house I live in isn’t ordinary at all. It’s actually excellent.

At least compared to the studio apartment I lived in before I possessed this body, this place is a huge fucking mansion.

Other than banging cheeks, I have no interest in anything else, so in every other area it’s extremely easy mode.

The setting is that both my parents were incredibly wealthy, and I received an enormous amount of death benefits.

"Wow... This does NOT look like an ordinary house. Are you by any chance a hidden young master?"

Sophie placed the shopping bags she’d been carrying on the table.

She looked up at the wide first floor and the railing that led to the second floor, and let out a small sound of admiration.

"At this rate, maybe I should be the one marrying you instead of Phonia. Haha..."

She said it playfully.

But what I felt was genuine fear.

This is exactly why I don’t want to get close to any heroine again. They’re just so easy.

"Don’t you have a boyfriend, Soph?" I asked with a slightly awkward smile.

"Boyfriend... Well... the last time I had one, we broke up after three months. It’s because I’m so busy with work that most of them leave me pretty quickly."

She looked dejected.

We sat on the sofa facing the TV and mainly talked about Phonia.

I stayed constantly tense, because Sophie seemed to hate it whenever the conversation drifted toward her own story.

"I’ve been thinking about something after hearing from Phonia."

"What is it?"

"I don’t think you would be like this, but most of the men I’ve experienced can’t control their sexual desires."

"Ah..."

What is she trying to say now?

I quietly put down the canned drink I’d been sipping.

Let’s listen to this carefully.

"I’m grateful that you were honest about Phonia."

"Yeah, of course."

I felt awkward.

She said she was grateful, but how was I supposed to take the fact that I was living with her younger sister without even seeing her as a woman?

"Seeing her happy makes me happy too. Even if it’s not because of your love."

Hearing it put that way made me feel like a really bad person.

It wasn’t wrong, so I just listened in silence.

"Actually, we’re only half-sisters."

I straightened my back, sensing a heavier conversation coming.

"Phonia said we live together, but actually I have my own place. I just got a house for Phonia. It’s only a studio apartment, though. I add a little of my own money to the living expenses her father gives her. All I really do is occasionally bring groceries over. She probably eats mostly frozen food."

"Are you saying..."

"Phonia was abandoned. As you can see, her body isn’t healthy, and her mother had problems too."

"Problems?"

"She was mentally ill."

"Ah..."

"She was obsessed with a pseudo-religion and neglected her daughter, leaving home for days to attend services. Her father... it’s hard for me to say, but he wasn’t a good person either."

Darkness settled over Sophie’s face.

"So... her mother kind of screwed up her perspective a little. That’s why Phonia is searching for God, or a Messiah. I still don’t know why she calls you that. But I hope you won’t take advantage of it. Because... she looks a little happier after meeting you, Gilmon. Her Messiah."

Don’t break her younger sister’s worldview.

Even if it’s not reality, even if it’s just a delusion, let her live happily.

That was what Sophie meant.

"If you do that, I might be able to give you a gift too. No matter how kind you are, as long as you’re still a man, you’ll need to ejaculate periodically."

I feel into a deep silence after hearing that, my mouth’s wide open.

No. No. Stop the Chapter right now! I need a little bit of time to breathe from this sudden turn.

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