The Box of Demons by Natsuhiko Kyogoku My grandmother passed away, so I had to return to my hometown immediately. The train carrying passengers returning home from the city was empty. There was only one exhausted old woman sitting in the carriage. Perhaps it's because it's not a holiday t
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Chapter 1
The Box of Demons by Natsuhiko Kyogoku
My grandmother passed away, so I had to return to my hometown immediately.
The train carrying passengers returning home from the city was empty.
There was only one exhausted old woman sitting in the carriage.
Perhaps it's because it's not a holiday today, and nobody wants to go to the countryside.
The weather is so nice today.
A cool breeze slipped in through the car window, caressing my forehead and cheeks with a pleasant sensation. It carried a hint of familiar scents of home—how comforting!
The exhaustion from working for several days made me fall into a deep sleep.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep and dreaming of the past, a man quietly sat down in the seat in front of me.
His skin was pale, making it impossible to tell whether he was young or old. He had a sleepy, doll-like face. Why was he deliberately sitting in the front of the empty carriage?
Think about it carefully and repeatedly.
The man was carrying a suitcase.
I placed it on my lap very carefully.
Sometimes he would talk to the box.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, wanting to see what was in the box, but I was too sleepy to do so.
Perhaps there's a teapot or vase inside.
It's a suitcase of a suitable size.
The man sometimes laughs.
"Oh."
A sound came from the box.
A clear, bell-like female voice.
Did you hear that?
"The man asked. His voice sounded like it was coming from a phonograph speaker."
Unable to express agreement or denial. Because still dreaming.
"Please do not tell others about this."
After the man finished speaking, he lifted the lid and showed the inside of the box.
There happened to be a beautiful girl in the box.
The girl's face resembled that of a Japanese doll. It must be a finely crafted doll. The box probably contained the doll's upper body.
Looking at her innocent face, I couldn't help but smile.
Seeing this, the girl in the box also smiled sweetly and let out a soft "heh."
Ah, so he's still alive.
For some reason, I became very envious of men.
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Yuiko Kusumoto really loves teak and kanako.
She loved everything about Kanako, from her delicate skin around her neck and her smooth, glossy hair to her slender, bouncy fingers.
Lai Zi especially liked Jia Cai Zi's big, dark eyes with irises.
Those eyes were sometimes so sharp they seemed to pierce through you, yet they were always moist and bright. They were filled with a deep, captivating color that seemed to draw you in. Whenever Kanako closed her eyes and listened intently to music, Raiko always longed to gently press her lips against her rosy cheeks and eyelids.
I don't know how many times I've been tormented by this impulse.
However, Lai Zi is definitely not a homosexual.
Her feelings are somewhat different from those of homosexuals.
Raiko had never felt this kind of desire for any other woman, and it was impossible for him to actually act on it with Kanako. However, the quiet yet uplifting feeling he experienced when he was near Kanako was more poignant than any romantic love; the faint fragrance wafting around her also stirred Raiko's heart countless times.
In every sense, Ganako lives a life that deviates from nature.
Lai Zi thought so.
Kanako was smarter, more noble, and more beautiful than anyone else in her class. She never associated with others, exuding a unique aura, like a lone human among a herd of beasts. There was nothing she couldn't do, and she never felt pain or trouble.
Kanako, at only fourteen years old, already appeared remarkably open-minded and optimistic.
So Raiko couldn't help but find it unbelievable that Kanako was only close to her in the class. She wondered how the other students would perceive this, and she had never considered their thoughts. In short, Raiko's only source of pride was that Kanako was close to her in front of everyone.
Lai Zi has no father, and his life is far from comfortable. Although his mother worked hard to raise the money for him to attend this school, it is nothing but an indescribable pain for Lai Zi.
All the classmates were rich girls, so to Lai Zi, who was introverted and naive, the conversations between his classmates sounded like a foreign language, thick and intertwined, and he couldn't understand a word of it.
All Lai Zi learned at school was the feeling of being inferior. Every day, he would prepare for his injury and then come back to review the lessons with the pain he had suffered that day.
So when Kanako spoke to her for the first time, Raiko was so frightened that she didn't know how to reply.
"Kusumoto-kun, let's go home together."
Kanako speaks in this masculine tone to everyone.
In front of Kanako, not only does the difference between men and women become meaningless, but even the superior-subordinate relationship between teachers and students becomes irrelevant.
The two walked slowly along the embankment overgrown with unknown flowers and plants. Lai Zi kept his head down the whole time, and didn't dare to utter a word until they said goodbye in front of the desolate factory in town.
After returning home, Lai Zi was still in shock and unable to fall asleep.
She wasn't inferior to anyone else. No, if her family weren't poor and her father were still alive. With Lai Zi's beautiful appearance, she would surely be superior to other girls.
In fact, Lai Zichang often saw the men who reeked of alcohol and were looking at her with lustful eyes; she was a beautiful young girl.
Through a thin layer of mercury, the reflection in the mirror merged with Kanako's image.
A strange emotion seemed to be swelling within Lai Zi's heart.
Raiko was unaware of Kanako's background, and Kanako never inquired about Raiko's private affairs. Therefore, Raiko was able to speak to Kanako with only her br
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
