I Became the Wrong Race

88 – Predation on Kin (9)

There’s an old saying that if you listen to what your mother says, you’ll get rice cakes even in your sleep.

I bet she didn’t know that there would be a b*tch coming to do it right away.

Looking at the blue-gray eyes shining brightly even in the dark, I knew that it was not a situation where I could feel at ease.

“Did you come to kill me?”

Selma approaches one step at a time and stops. She tilted her head and smiled.

“What are you talking about?”

Even the way he spoke was eerily similar to Isla.

It was truly a fluke that I realized she wasn’t Isla.

Everything was the same as Isla. Even his attitude and behavior were something Isla would adopt.

What I noticed was truly the realm of instinct.

I was able to recognize it because I felt something different and something dangerous.

In fact, she wasn’t even sure it was Selma. Even though she knew Isla might find it unpleasant, she had to ask.

And as a result of that gamble, fortunately, the visitor at dawn was Selma.

Selma behaves exactly like Isla.

Even though she was caught, she walked like Isla.

It seemed like he knew full well that it would make me more uncomfortable.

“If you didn’t come to kill me, why did you come?”

In my opinion, there were few reasons for Selma to come visit me.

Cutting open my belly and eating my raw flesh to gain my mother’s grace.

At least I thought so, but not to Selma.

Selma gave an expression of disappointment.

I would have been more suspicious if she had laughed or tried to reassure me.

He was clearly showing his disappointment that I did not realize his intention her right away, and it made me think about it while feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Oh shit, am I really wrong? And.

“Don’t look like that, just speak.”

“I don’t have the gift of words.”

“Stop imitating Isla.”

“I’m not copying you.”

And then Selma approaches. She quietly retreated from the wide bed, saying, “I have somewhere to run to.”

“So, why did you come?”

Selma sat down on the bed despite my efforts. Under the falling moonlight, Selma’s naked body was revealed.

The curves that lead to the large, bulging breasts and the narrow waist, and the lines of the body that expand and expand again, were very fascinating.

I managed to pull myself together.

“That’s it. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll scream.”

“… “That sounds like a woman.”

Selma laughs and cries closely to me. It was clear that he was listening to me, but he couldn’t really scream.

There is a man named Gao, because he really couldn’t scream when a woman got close.

The best I could do was just put on a sullen expression and distance myself.

“Do you want to hear it?”

Selma seemed to have noticed my attitude and approached me subtly.

That was the really painful part.

Isn’t it the temptation of a woman who looks exactly like Isla, but is she a little different?

I even liked her her voluptuous her body her her her. Since she is exactly the same as Isla, it can’t help but be true.

She was just keeping her mouth shut so as not to show off.

Selma came up to me and placed her long, white hand on my shoulder.

“Once I hear it, I can’t buy it back.”

“… “If you say that, I don’t really want to hear it.”

I may say that, but once I hear what I want, I feel like I will really give in to temptation.

If I even hear something that sounds like fawning from that mouth…

There was little worry about anything other than coquetry coming out. Unless you came to kill me, there was the only one thing you wanted by coming in here naked.

Sure enough.

“Isn’t it okay if a woman comes into the bedroom completely naked?”

Selma tilted her head as she asked questioningly.

What protected me from Selma’s temptation was Isla’s pitiful appearance as she desperately held on to me because she did not want to lose me.

Emotional exchange. Even if Selma attacked me now, there was nothing between Selma and me that Isla had.

So I’m not attracted to it. It’s clear I’m not attracted to her, I whispered desperately to myself and shook my head.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“I want to force it.”

You crazy b*tch. But I didn’t really like it.

I don’t have a preference for being forced, but if that were the case, even Isla could get over it even if she was sad… Me?

I do not know. I also don’t know. As I was conflicted, Selma sat next to me with a smile on her face.

“Do you care about me?”

“… “Does it look like it won’t be used?”

“It doesn’t look like that, but it’s genuine.”

I can’t believe it doesn’t look like that. I looked at her with a bit of annoyance, but I thought it would have been better for her not to have done that.

Selma had an expressionless expression. Even that was similar to Isla, so my heart sank for a moment.

Her hair was also short.

She cut off her head just to attack me once. Considering that kind of sincerity, it wouldn’t be strange to skip it at least once…

“Did you even cut off my head just to attack me?”

“Huh? Ah, you’ll grow up soon anyway.”

Is it? I remembered a time when my older sister showed up with short hair.

I, who liked long hair, asked if it would take a long time for it to grow, and my sister apologized, saying it would take a while.

I wondered if it was something that warranted an apology, but my sister apologized quite sincerely.

It was surprising to me, who knew that. Hair doesn’t grow that easily.

I hope Selma answers my questions.

“Because I have my mother’s grace.” If you want… “I can make it grow.”

Is it convenient?

At the same time, the emotion diminished slightly. You didn’t become a saint just to tempt me.

But at the same time, it was fortunate. Because I won’t disappoint Isla.

Although I was relieved, I struggled to raise her head, and Selma looked at me blankly and stretched out her hand to touch my face.

It was a touch so harmless that it was impossible to stop it. He was also quick.

He shrewdly and gently climbed my skin in a way that wouldn’t offend me, and I automatically made an assumption from his touch her.

If that hand is directed somewhere else than the face.

I closed my eyes to suppress the imagination that came to my mind, but it was painful because I felt my touch sensitively.

“I have Isla. If you do something like this…”

“My sister and I look the same.”

Selma interrupts me. She deliberately muffled her voice to make it similar to Isla.

“You can have short hair and similar facial expressions. The body will be the same. “Can’t you just think of her as your older sister and enjoy it?”

“Because that doesn’t mean you become Isla.”

Despite my firm answer, Selma tilted her head as if confused. She said rather.

“Then isn’t it better?”

“… “What kind of bullshit is this?”

“What I can’t do to my sister, she can do to me comfortably.”

That was a possibility I never imagined. Selma, looking at me frozen in shock, sheds an alluring smile.

Selma was shocked and took my firm hand and guided it to her neck.

“Even if you treat me like a toy, I won’t die. Because my mother is taking care of me.”

These are the images that come to mind when I hear those words.

These were obscene and shady scenes that could be considered perverted if someone saw them.

I can’t say it’s my favorite, but it’s something that comes to mind as soon as I hear it.

It was a sight enough to put me into delusion. I said it wasn’t my taste, but I couldn’t refuse it all the time due to my nature of becoming a monster due to the influence of my ‘mother’.

What kind of dark impulse should I call it? I could feel it boiling over.

Are there any excuses? Is there something worth mentioning?

I was conflicted for a moment and then opened my mouth.

“Isla will listen.”

“… Does that mean you can’t hear it?”

Oh, fuck.

That’s what I heard and saw. I was sweating coldly and trying to come up with an excuse, but Selma laughed as if steam had escaped.

“You don’t have to worry.”

“No, isn’t it natural to be worried?”

“No.”

Isla’s soft smile comes to mind. I was wondering if I should kick him out because I was sleepy.

“I will replace her sister, so she does not have to worry.”

I just stopped at a story I couldn’t ignore.

“… Replacing it?”

“Can’t you see?”

Selma swept her hair and laid her body down on her bed.

“Do you think they would be this similar even if they were twins?”

I shook my head unconsciously, and Selma laughed.

“… “If you were to replace me, what did you plan on doing with Isla?”

Likewise, it was not my will that my voice sank.

But I guess it was good. If I hadn’t been pushed down, I would have done that.

“The eyes are scary. Do you want to hear it? Once you hear it, you won’t be able to go back again—”

“Say. Right away.”

“Ugh, be scared.”

Selma stretched out on the bed and stared at me. Madness slowly flashed in the alluringly curved blue-grey eyes of her.

“It’s a suggestion I couldn’t tell you earlier because my sister was there.”

She was revealing a certain obsession in that madness.

“Let me eat her sister. Then, I’ll give you everything.”

My stiff muscles she cried out. My joints creak, my bones scream as they are compressed inside my muscles.

The recoil of force drawn unprepared. Naturally, my body started throbbing and I felt intense pain.

I even suppressed the pain and clenched my fists.

The answer was fixed.

“Turn off…”

“Just a moment before that.”

But Selma intervened, cutting off my breath.

“Listen to everything and say it.”

At first glance, there was a tone that felt oppressive, a hand suppressing my wrist, and a voluptuous touch on my arm.

It didn’t hit me very hard because I was already in a mental state that was almost like being on the verge of mourning, but it still stopped for a moment.

For Selma, that moment was enough.

“There are many compatriots who serve her mother. It’s all over the place. Everyone will help you.”

It reminds me of a fantasy I’ve already seen.

A vision that illuminates ‘mother’s limbs’ around the world. The number was countless, and they all seemed to be of high status.

“A mother’s power is infinite. You will no longer be afraid of loss. “The enemy will be afraid of you and jealous of you.”

It whispers sweetly. It whispered a bright future to come to me.

A bright future that can be experienced by immersing yourself in the shadows right now.

My heart wanted to scream at that place to get the hell out of there and crush Selma’s face.

But my reason spoke. Let’s think about it for just a moment.

My heart listened to him. Because I am a generous person.

The benefits were clear.

A transcendent person whose limits are not even clear will bow to me, and countless strong people, starting with Selma, will help me.

My life would truly be filled with infinite joy.

But.

Is it really worth it?

When the reason said, the heart said yes and clenched its fist.

My eyes cut through the darkness and turned to Selma, and Selma smiled.

Wow!

The sound of the air being torn apart follows the swing of the fist. A gust of wind shakes the curtains, and the bed breaks violently.

As the curtains fluttered in all directions, the moonlight scattered light in all directions like crazy. In the random scattering of moonlight, Selma retreated with a light step.

The reaction of mourning has long since disappeared. I lowered my posture and prepared for an explosive leap.

“You don’t like it?”

That’s what Selma said.

A voice that cuts through time and space and pierces right into my ears.

Is it an application of the power of ‘mother’? I grit my teeth, but the voice doesn’t stop.

“Then the second suggestion.”

“Doc—”

“Sister, let me eat.”

I was shocked and stiffened just as I tried to force myself.

Selma was smiling in the falling moonlight.

With complete madness deep in your eyes.