Toxic Angelness (Needy Streamer Overload, english version)

Chapter 5

She was dreaming. Ah... It was so nice to dream!

Ame wasn't the kind of girl who dreamed much. For her, sleeping was just closing her eyes and waking up the next day.

She was the classic person with sleep problems, sleeping a lot and still feeling unrested. But it didn't matter much with makeup; no one could imagine that KAngel suffered from insomnia.

— Did you take pills again, or why are you sleeping so much? When I left, you were sleeping. — But of course, sleeping at home didn't exclude her from external noises.

— Hmmm... P-Chan... Let me sleep... — She placed her pale arm over her face and turned over on the couch, ready to sleep some more.

P-Chan sighed. It was always the same with Ame.

— At least get up and go to bed, I have to clean up the mess you left. And make dinner while I'm at it. I don't want you here getting in the way. — Why did P-Chan always have to be so blunt?

Though... Honestly, she preferred that over the lies of adults. All fake smiles while trying not to look at or mention the cuts on her arm. Hypocrites.

— N-No, I don't want to... Carry me... — Ame used that tone that tried to sound adorable. She extended her arms to the sky, eyes closed.

— Ugh... After what you did today, I don't feel like indulging you at all but... — P-Chan seemed frustrated. Frustrated with her own weakness towards the younger girl.

Ame sighed as P-Chan gently dropped herself onto her, without crushing her. And Ame could only wrap her arms and legs around her.

P-Chan could only smile as she buried her face in Ame's not-so-small breasts. If P-Chan were a pink cat, she'd definitely be purring right now.

For Ame, it was almost like taking a drug. She felt... like an object, a very useful one. She felt loved, complete.

But it didn't last long. P-Chan pulled away, and she almost wanted to whine in displeasure at being disconnected from that human embodiment of happiness.

P-Chan seemed to remember her original goal, so she carefully took her by her pale thighs, as if she were a newlywed. Ame had eating problems, and the pills wreaked havoc not only on her mind but also on her body—she was quite thin. She hid it with loose-fitting clothes and lots of decorations so it wouldn't be too noticeable.

Ame closed her eyes, enjoying being carried by the most important person in her life, her everything, her reason for existing and breathing.

She felt herself being gently laid on the matrimonial bed. Both rooms had one.

— Sleep a little longer. I'll come back when dinner is ready and the mess is cleaned up. — P-Chan seemed to snort a little, and without looking back, left the room without waiting for a response.