Yuri in Which the World Will End in Ten Days Day 8

Day 8

Two days until the world ends.

I use my phone to play a song, one that I’ve already listened to countless times, setting it on repeat.

Since I’ve stopped paying for data, the display says I have no signal. I’ve had my music downloaded, though, so I can listen to them however many times I want.

“What’s up with the song?”

“What, you never heard this? It was being advertised all over the place.”

“I know it; doesn’t mean I like it.”

I ask Riri what kinds of songs she likes, and all I get is stuff I don’t recognize. She explains to me how the stuff was rated by some famous person or something, seeming so earnest all the while, so I gaze long at just that expression of hers.

“…You’re not even listening, are you?”

“Riri-chan, let’s do it. The world is ending soon, you know.”

I say, out of impulse.

“No.”

She’s been avoiding me today as well. I gave it all I had and confessed to her yesterday, but in the end, she didn’t answer.

As usual, there’s no indication of Ruru ever coming back. Makes me wonder if Riri’s family actually intends to leave her behind, alone at home. The circumstances play well in my favor, sure, but it’s pretty messed up, them neglecting their teenage kid like this.

“Just think about it. You’d be better off experiencing it before the world ends. It’s a great deal.”

“What do you mean, great deal?”

“I mean, it’d be better having tried it than never doing it, right?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Riri-chan.”

I gently stroke her hair, running my hand down to her shoulders. I can feel her trembling a little.

Then I place my hand on the nape of her neck, and peer longingly into her face.

“You’ve got nothing to lose from sleeping with me.”

“Won’t I lose my virginity, though?”

“What I mean is, you don’t lose anything by losing it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Mm…”

I softly press my lips on Riri’s. Us having kissed a few times, I know by now what to do, and how, to weaken her down. This girl, she’s devoid of pretense, full of libido and curiosity, always so earnest and forward-facing.

If the world’s end wasn’t right around the corner, I wouldn’t be pressing her on with such a hurry.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only feel good. There’s nothing to be scared of. Same thing with kissing, right?”

“…You mean it?”

If given more time, we probably could spend some days out together, maybe even stop by a hotel while we’re at it. But two days is all the time we have left.

I want her, and I want her now. I don’t plant apple trees, figuratively or otherwise. But I would always want her, even if I knew that the world would go to pieces — no, exactly because it would go to pieces.

“Riri, I love you.”

I whisper into Riri’s ear. The stiffness all over her body winds down, while I muse on how warm it is to hold her. Such a wonderful life this is; I can’t bring myself to believe that in two days’ time, it might be all gone.

“I really do.”

“…Says the one who loved my sister.”

Riri retorts, glaring fixedly at me.

“It’s all in the past.”

“Loved her so much that you want to kill her.”

“Used to, not anymore. I love you so much, I could eat you all up now.”

“More than her?”

“Yeah. Way more.”

That is how I honestly feel. These past few days, my grudge and murderous thoughts have gone completely off my mind. That’s despite them being what I constantly think of, like I’ve been possessed, for so long.

“…You should’ve said that first.”

Riri replies feebly.

On the bed in Riri’s room, I hold her, soothing her down while she is unnerved to the verge of tears.

With me taking the lead, we spend plenty of time through it all.

She’s so docile, so absolutely adorable; I just can’t resist her. Her modest breasts, the entirety of her fair skin, her everything, all within my hands’ reach; it feels unbelievably lovely. This is probably what it’s like to be living in a dream.

“Ah…”

I embrace her as she reaches her peak. Although I was lamenting just earlier how little time there is left, now I feel I might even be fine with the world ending this instant.

“See, it wasn’t scary, right?”

Giving me not even a glance, Riri turns away. Seems she’s overwhelmed by embarrassment. From behind, I enfold her in my arms.

“…It was.”

“How so? Does it hurt anywhere? I’m sorry…”

I gently stroke her head; eventually, she timidly turns back around.

“Because it felt so good.”

I plant a kiss on her lips. Though I would very much like to go again, I restrain my thoughts out of consideration for how frightened Riri is.

Caressing her head one last time, I whisper her good night. A few moments pass. Riri leans her face in closer, and with a voice so quiet, almost to the point of inaudible, wishes a good night for me as well.