Shimotsuki-san Likes the Mob (WN)

impossible stories, making up past settings as if they were foreshadowing, and acting as if impossible plot points were the norm, they weave their tales.

Such was the case this time, too.

They made the element of Kotaro Nakayama’s “parents” into a foreshadowing, emphasized the past conflict of a mother, deprived me of my free will, and tried to accommodate a new heroine.

I can honestly think of any number of ways to resist such unreasonableness.

The easiest way is to ignore my mother’s words.
All I have to do is deny Kurumizawa-san’s tutoring and the taking away of my phone.

My aunt would easily back off if I told her I didn’t want to do it.
She is just being righteous to my mother and has no interest in my existence.
She doesn’t care whether I’m unhappy or happy.

So, I don’t have to give it to her.

Ignore my aunt who is waiting for me with her hand out.

“…”

But I wasn’t given free will enough to do that.

The more I tried to resist,… the more I tried to reject it, the more my body became even more immobile.
My throat was choking, my breath was choking, and my head and heart were filled with scenes from the past and the emptiness I felt at that moment.