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POV Akeno
"…Haa, why with that person…?"
I was at home. It was a gloomy day. Every day was tough, and although I never skipped going home, I would try to finish my studies and club activities at school and return late at night… I spent my days in such Anguished. I would go to school early, just as the gates were about to open, and stay until the very last minute before they closed. When I got home, I'd quickly do what needed to be done and go to bed early. I felt like I was forgetting something, but I probably just imagined it… I spent every day convincing myself of that. My father's name is Baraqiel, a fallen angel. I don't consider him my father… and he probably pretends not to know he has a daughter like me. My mother looked just like me. Everything about her resembled me now… Honestly, even I found it a little difficult to tell the difference. But that doesn't matter. The problem is, now that school is over… I was wondering how I would spend my days. The academy was already on summer vacation, meaning there were no classes and the school was closed… To be precise, rooms weren't available or couldn't be opened unless used for club activities.
"…Even if I go out somewhere every day…"
Lately, it had become even harder to approach that person. He used to be strict… but that was only in the past. It seemed like he was still able to do his work properly, but his home life was deteriorating day by day. When he came home, he would drink several beers, eat store-bought bentos or something similar, throw the containers anywhere, and then sleep in a dirty room. I didn't know if his last shred of conscience was preventing him from harming me. But I felt like he was getting worn out and becoming more irresponsible day by day, and it probably wasn't just my imagination. And sometimes, when he saw me, he would stare blankly at me, which was unsettling, and made me want to stay even further away.
"…Anyway, I have enough money… so if I could just stay at a hotel somewhere…"
I had enough money to spend half a month at a capsule hotel. If I minimized my food expenses, I could manage with the money I earned from devil work. Tomorrow was the start of the full-fledged summer vacation… and tomorrow was also when I would start living at the capsule hotel.
"…I should probably go home soon today. There's no food either… I guess I'll just buy some for myself and head back…"
It was already past eight in the evening, but I figured the supermarket wouldn't be completely closed yet, so it would be fine. I finished my studies and decided to go home. I left school, hoping that if I took a little time to get back, he would already be asleep.
"…The lights in the house are off…"
I cautiously walked around the house. It was something I always did, but for some reason, I felt an unusual sense of unease this time. He should be sleeping, so there shouldn't be any sign of a person, yet why did I feel so scared? I was experiencing the fear I felt as a child—the feeling that "something might actually come out" from behind objects, from invisible blind spots, from behind something. I didn't know why I was feeling it, but for some reason, I couldn't dismiss it as just my imagination.
"…?"
I slowly opened the house door. However, no lights were on anywhere. I grew even more scared. It felt like my own house wasn't my own house. I slowly took off my shoes without making a sound, closed the door, and shuffled forward, observing my surroundings so as not to make the floor creak. I wanted to go to my room immediately. But nothing succeeds if you rush. I slowly made my way to my room, and slowly opened the door. Being a devil, I had good night vision, so I confirmed no one was there before entering without making a sound. He must be asleep by now… The moment I thought that and started taking off my clothes, someone suddenly covered my mouth and made me inhale some kind of drug. As I fell, I saw his familiar figure, but with an unfamiliar, desperate expression. It left a strong impression on me… but I wanted to be angry, feeling that it wasn't an expression to make in front of me as I lost consciousness… and so, I was put to sleep.
"…Where… is this…? My hands and feet… I can't move them… and my head isn't working well… What… happened to make this happen…?"
I tried to get my unresponsive head to work and recall what had happened. I remembered entering my room. But after that, I was held down by someone and put to sleep, and the memory of that time was blurry. In other words, the perpetrator's face was hazy.
"…My clothes, they're not taken off… but, why in my house…?"
It was strange that an intruder could enter this house without me sensing their presence at all. The floor was made of combined planks, and even if it had been recently replaced, it would be impossible for it not to make a sound unless something extraordinary happened. This meant that the person either suddenly appeared behind me, was not touching the floor, or could walk without making the floor creak… meaning they were someone familiar with walking in the house. And there wasn't a single person who met all those conditions. Yes, "human" was the key word, there wasn't a single human.
"…He must be hiding and watching… Baraqiel…! Only you could do something, something like this…!"
As I said that, the fallen angel Baraqiel appeared from the shadows in the back. The only person familiar with the house, able to move while floating in the air without touching the ground, and capable of suddenly appearing behind me using transfer magic, was him. But deep down, I felt a strong sense of doubt. Feelings of "Why is he doing this? Why?" overflowed along with a sense of disgust. Although I disliked him, I acknowledged his personality, I thought I understood everything he did and accomplished. But still, I couldn't understand the reason for this.
"Don't stay silent… why don't you say something? Doing this to your own daughter… it's unforgivable━━━"
"…Daughter? What are you saying, Akari?"
"…Huh?"
My mouth hung open. Akari was my mother's name, and now the person in front of me had just said it to me. I couldn't process it in my head. My mother was already deceased. So that name appearing in this house, much less being directed at me, was impossible.
"W-what are you━━━"
"Speaking of which, where did Akeno go…? At this hour… You should say something to her too. It's troubling how much she resembles you in face and body, but almost not at all in personality."
I was confused, bewildered and fearful that he had broken down to such a state.
"…By the way, Akari, you're inviting me in a rare way today, aren't you? And tying your body up like that… I see, so you want to enjoy a different kind of play today, do you?"
"What!?"
I wanted to rage, wondering if he had a brain so conveniently forgetful that he even forgot what he himself had done, but more than that, I had to do something about this situation where I was about to be violated by my own blood relation, my father. However, the restraints on my hands and feet wouldn't come off. In fact, the more I tried to loosen them, the more they hurt.
"…Hmm? Has your chest gotten bigger? It seems one can still grow even at this age."
"H-ghh...! It hurts, it hurts...!"
Baraqiel approached, roughly kneading my chest over my clothes. However, for some reason, he seemed to have mistaken this situation for "that kind of play," and my desperate cries didn't seem to reach him.
"Wearing Akeno's school uniform like this… you clearly want to play some perverted games… you're usually the receiver… but sometimes, being the aggressor isn't bad either. So… these clothes, like this…!"
Saying that, my clothes, including my underwear, were torn off. I was immediately left virtually naked. However, more than shame, all I could think about was how to escape from the man in front of me.
"N-no… stop, stop…!"
My nipples were pulled, and my privates were continuously touched and toyed with by his foot. I was usually the one doing such things, but it felt as if I was being paid back for my usual cold attitude. Because of that, I felt even more miserable. Though I disliked him, I had respected him, but it felt as if even that respect, even that trust, was being told it meant nothing.
"Hoh… for all your protests, you're still getting wet… In that case, it's better to put it in early… I'm going in roughly…!"
"Higuu!? W-wait… I'm not, not wet yet…!"
Mistaking me for being wet, Baraqiel inserted himself into me. I wanted to cry, thinking there was nothing more miserable than being pinned down and violated by my own father.
"Hoh… It's the first time you've shown such a tearful face… Very well… show me more of that face…!"
"Higgi!? I-intense… noo…!"
Perhaps excited by something, Baraqiel sped up the pace of his thrusts. For me, it was just a painful act. But even thinking that wouldn't make Baraqiel stop.
"I wonder why… I feel like I could come any number of times right now…!"
Saying that, Baraqiel thrust into me at high speed. It seemed he hadn't had sex since I was born, and his limit quickly approached.
"I'm coming, I'm coming...!"
"Hih!? N-no... inside, not inside...!"
"I can't hold it anymore...!"
Saying that, Baraqiel ejaculated inside me. Although I didn't climax, I was in a daze from the shock of him coming inside me. Being raped by my own father, mistaken for my mother... no one would be unharmed by such a shock. I, too, was in shock... but a man's sexual desire seemingly isn't easily satisfied...
"That kind of face is also arousing... then, why don't we do it more."
"Hih...!? N-nooooooooo!!"
My despair is not yet over. I can only wait for Baraqiel to regain his lost reason and composure... meaning, it will never return.
POV Kaneo
"Akari, Akari...!"
"Hyaa... ah, mm, mmm...!"
The time is past eight in the morning. It's been decades, so it's understandable that he'd want to do it many times, but I'm surprised he's been going at it for about 10 hours straight. I could probably keep it up for that long too, but mentally, I couldn't relentlessly thrust for such a long time. And because she was violated for so many hours, Akeno's reactions became dull, and her eyes lost their vitality. Well, that's what happens when you're violated by your own father for hours.
"I'm coming again, Akari...!"
"Ah..."
Anyway, it seems this is what happens when you restore Akeno's and Baraqiel's memories and make them live together. Baraqiel mistakes his daughter Akeno for his wife, Himejima Akari. And from that misunderstanding, he begins to violate his daughter. Once he starts feeling it, he has another misunderstanding, like "It really was Akari after all," and a spiral of misunderstandings unfolds.
"...A diligent, serious fallen angel, with a simple thing, breaks his mind and violates his daughter... is how it feels. Well, I guess it's good enough that I got to see what I wanted to see."
I did that with a command. And then I observed what would happen. As expected, a man who hasn't had sex for many years, and whose daughter strongly resembles his wife, would have no choice but to attack.
"...Well, I guess I'll just install a surveillance camera here for a while."
I just installed the camera, turned on my heel, and started to leave. I went home thinking something like, "Sometimes, Akeno's expression distorted in despair like that is a good thing."
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