The penguin was flying toward the hospital where AYAKA was confined.
It had turned itself invisible and was soaring through the sky.
"Man, this world sure has a lot of things that fly~"
The penguin dodged airplanes while gazing at them curiously and continued on its way.
"Oh, here it is~"
It was a clean, elegant-looking ward.
"This is the place, right~"
The penguin could pass through walls.
It slipped straight into AYAKA's room.
There…
"…Poor thing~"
AYAKA was completely restrained.
"They have to do this or she'd go berserk, huh~"
She had zero freedom of movement.
Two full years had passed since she'd been committed.
The penguin, still invisible, left the room and listened in on a conversation outside.
"…Doctor, how is AYAKA's condition…?"
The band members of Crazy Nasty were talking with the doctor.
"It hasn't changed. We're continuing both psychotherapy and medication, but…"
The doctor made a difficult expression.
"This is a textbook case of delusional disorder, erotomanic type. However, delusional disorder doesn't usually trigger other severe psychiatric conditions. At first we suspected delusional schizophrenia, but… after thorough examination, delusional disorder fits better."
The doctor looked pained.
"The erotomanic type can show no hesitation toward violence. Cases where the patient avoids direct approach to the target but harms the target's partner or lover are well-documented. Treatment methods are still very much trial-and-error."
The band members' faces twisted with grief.
"…Is there any prospect of her returning…?"
"I'm sorry."
The apology made it clear the answer was no.
Even after AYAKA's hospitalization, Crazy Nasty's members had stayed by her side.
They genuinely believed in her talent from the bottom of their hearts.
She would recover someday. Then they would play together again.
"…Can everyone still wait?"
The drummer asked. Everyone nodded at once.
Their major debut album.
They had only released that one record before disbanding and having their major contract terminated.
But it had sold well.
Thanks to that, the other members were able to survive by doing support work for other bands.
"AYAKA's vocals and lyrics are irreplaceable."
The bassist spoke slowly.
"Overseas it's normal to release an album every five years. We can wait patiently."
AYAKA's lyrics had always been uniquely captivating.
They gripped people's hearts.
She had been praised even in her English-lyric days, but once she started singing Japanese love songs, her fanbase exploded.
"Let's not rush. We'll wait until she can sing again."
After eavesdropping on the whole conversation, the penguin whispered softly to the unconscious AYAKA.
"You're a lot like Karina."
Its voice sounded strangely sad.
"Your appearance is different, but that unshakable belief that 'my greatest work will definitely reach the other person' is exactly the same. The part where you refuse to tell them directly is the same too~"
The penguin gently placed a wing on AYAKA's forehead.
"Your delusions won't settle unless you let them out on the person themselves, right?"
AYAKA didn't move.
She simply breathed quietly in her sleep.
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There was a Karina doll placed in the villa.
"What is this?"
It was sitting imposingly in the room I usually used for rest.
"Ah, that~ Mind if I leave it here for a while~?"
The penguin appeared.
"I don't mind."
"It'll take a bit of time~"
Time for what?
I wondered, but the penguin left immediately.
"…Whatever."
I laid the Karina doll on the bed and left the room.
A problem had come up a little while ago.
The newly hired Komora had burned a ledger, so the cabaret girls had given her "punishment."
That should have been the end of it, but…
"Mouu♡ She's completely hooked now♡"
"N-No, that's not true…"
Komora kept making ridiculous mistakes.
Every single time—
"Punishment game♪"
—this happened.
"Komora-san, be honest. You're making mistakes on purpose because you want to get fucked, right?"
Sloira kissed her playfully.
"Nnnn♡♡♡"
They were even kissing now.
A full-on lesbian orgy with a large group of girls. It was downright indecent.
I could have watched this wonderful scene forever, but unfortunately I still had work to do.
"Don't bully her too much."
I reminded Avael just in case.
"Bully? We're not bullying her."
Avael smiled gently.
"We're loving her."
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(Komora's Perspective)
Ever since I was old enough to remember, I had been forced to study arithmetic.
My father was a merchant and a very strict man.
"If you master numbers, even a girl won't have trouble earning a living." That was his reasoning, and he taught me with everything he had.
When I turned 15, I chose the path of accounting to make use of my skills.
Up to that point everything had gone smoothly.
But I soon realized my own fatal flaw.
I had only ever studied because my father told me to.
I had only ever worked because someone told me to.
As a result, I couldn't do anything unless someone gave me clear instructions.
Accounting work is mostly done alone.
You're supposed to give advice to your employer.
I was completely unsuited for it.
Yet because of my appearance, my large breasts, and the rarity of a woman in the field, jobs kept coming.
Still, I had already sensed my own limits.
On top of that, I had a terrible habit of making fatal mistakes at the most critical moments.
Whenever things seemed to be going well, I would mess up spectacularly.
If things continued like this, I would only cause trouble for everyone.
While I was struggling with that, I was given the best possible opportunity: to work together with the veteran Dengle.
He would give the instructions.
I would simply follow them and handle the tasks.
It was the perfect workplace.
My true calling.
But then my cursed habit activated.
"The impossible mistake at the most important time."
I burned the ledger in my sleep.
It made no sense.
But it was something I had done.
I apologized desperately.
Then the person who had created that ledger said,
"I'll forgive you with a punishment game."
"Hiiyaaaaah♡♡♡"
Sex surrounded by women.
I had never done anything like lesbian sex before.
But… I had become completely addicted.
"Here, Komora-chan♪ Let's kiss~♡"
A deep, tongue-twisting kiss with another woman.
At first it had only been my breasts.
But with every mistake the punishment escalated, and now they were kissing me, and even—
"Nooo♡♡♡ Don't lick my pussy♡♡♡"
Not just licking, but pushing tongues inside.
"Komora-chan♡ With a body this lewd, you should just give in and join us~♡"
They kept urging me to work at the cabaret.
"B-But I… my arithmetic…"
"Fwaaaaaah!!!!"
Fingers plunged deep into my pussy and moved violently.
*Splash! Splash!*
Love juices sprayed everywhere.
"You're not suited for it. You make mistakes every single day. I heard it's always been like that."
Avael, the cabaret manager, leaned in close.
"I'm not saying this to be mean. Come work here. Everyone has things they're suited for and things they're not. Besides, we can still use your arithmetic skills in this shop."
…Really?
"Ehehe♡ That's right♡ Komora-chan♡ Let's show off this lewd body together while we work~♡♡♡"
Little Rom pressed her lips against mine.
"Wear slutty clothes that make men drool♡♡♡ Shake your huge tits while you provoke them♡♡♡ It'll be wonderful♡♡♡"
Sloira pushed her own massive breasts against me.
"Komora-chan, this is what you're meant for♡♡♡"
Their words made my head feel fuzzy.
Me… really?
But…
"Your nipples are so hard♡ Your body is so honest♡♡♡"
Yes… it felt good. So incredibly good.
All the guilt and anxiety I usually felt at work was blown away.
And then—
"♡♡♡ I… I want to…♡♡♡"
Everyone looked at my face.
Ah… I must look so lewd right now.
"I'll work at this shop♡♡♡"
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When I returned to the shop, Komora was collapsed on the floor, covered in love juices.
Avael was waiting for me.
"I'm putting this girl to work here."
She declared it so casually.
"But… her own will…"
"She already said yes."
You basically forced her to say it.
"Her accounting work will only be assistance. Her main job will be here. I'm sure her ridiculous mistakes will disappear almost completely."
"…Really?"
When I asked curiously, Avael smiled confidently.
"Those impossible mistakes come from pressure and fear. I've seen this type of person many times."
As expected of someone who was actually 55 years old.
Her life experience was on another level.
"Give it a try. I'm sure it will go well."
Avael smiled with absolute confidence.