The One Who Saved Me After My Beloved Childhood Friend and Best Friend Betrayed Me

Chapter 51

The One Who Saved Me After My Beloved Childhood Friend and Best Friend Betrayed Me

On that day, after being betrayed by one childhood friend, I was saved by another. This work is already completed! Side stories might occasionally be uploaded—maybe? Yamagishi Yūri has two childhood friends and one best friend. And one of those childhood friends is my precious, beloved girlfriend. While the four of us were hanging out in my room, the other childhood friend—not my girlfriend—Miyama Kanade, went out to buy a limited-edition roll cake. However, due to a careless mistake on my part, I had to rush back home. When I did, I heard a loud noise from my room and hurried inside, only to find the two acting strangely, saying things like, “There’s a bug~” or something. Oblivious as I was, I didn’t notice anything, but Kanade sensed something was off right away. This is the story of the childhood friend and best friend who betrayed me—and the other childhood friend who saved me.

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ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᯗ ᮝᮕᮤ ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮕᮢᮤᮑᮙᮞ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

᮰ᯝᮘᯍ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯏᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

᮰ᯝᮘᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯗᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᯙōᮛᮙᯍ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮣᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮠᮟᮣᮣᮙᮒᮜᮕᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮖᮕᮧᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮰ᯖᮝᮝᮼ ᮀᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮧᮑᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ᮰ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮞᮑᮝᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟ ᯙᮙᮤᮑᮚᮙᮝᮑᮼ ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮣᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮣᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢ ᮣᮟᮞᯉ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮧᮟᮝᮑᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮘᮟᮟᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮕᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯏ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮕᮝᮠᮤᮩᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮠᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮣᮑᮖᮕᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮓᮢᮕᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮦᮕᮢᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮒᮑᮢᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮘᮑᮙᮢᮣᮼ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮰ᮇᮑᮙᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᮺ᮰ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮕᮞᮤᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮠᮑᮠᮕᮢ ᮓᮥᮠᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮕᮔ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔᯍ᮰

᮰ᯏᮻᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮰ᮄᮑᮛᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮝᮥᮣᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮝᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮑᮗᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮖᮙᮢᮝᮜᮩ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮼ

᮰ᯏᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮼ᮰

ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮕᮢᮞᮼ

᮰ᯗᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮢᮥᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮼ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮣᮕᮦᮕᮢᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮓᮩ ᮤᮕᮣᮤᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮦᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕᯍ ᮃᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮗᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮟ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮟᮛᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮙᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮣᮑᮩᯍ᮰

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮄᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮜᮟᮧᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮠᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮓᮢᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮑᮒᮜᮕᮼ

ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣᮺ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮜᮝ ᮢᮕᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮗᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕᮼ ᮃᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮣᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮣᮥᮓᮘ ᮑ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᮺ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᯙōᮛᮙᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᯙōᮛᮙᮻᮣᮑᮞ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᮺ ᮕᮨᮓᮢᮥᮓᮙᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮣᮟᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮗᮘ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮣᮕᮞᮙᮟᮢᮼ᮰

ᮉᮕᮣᮼ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᮼ

᮰ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᯛᮟᮝᯍ᮰

᮰ᮄᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤᮣᮼ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮔ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮰

ᯗ ᮛᮞᮕᮧᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮦᮙᮣᮙᮤᮕᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮙᮔᮔᮜᮕ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮠᮘᮟᮤᮟᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮙᮕᮣ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞᮼ

᮰ᮄᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮞᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮢᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮟᮞᮕ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮩᮠᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ᮵ᮔ ᮝᮕᮢᮓᮙᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮘᮙᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮢᮕᮞᮼ᮰

ᮉᮥᮢᮙ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮢᮕᮝᮙᮞᮙᮣᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮣᮤᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟᮺ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮞᮚᮥᮣᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮙᮔᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮥᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮞᮟ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮤᮘ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮑᮒᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮃᮟ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮤᮥᮒᮒᮟᮢᮞᮜᮩ ᮣᮤᮙᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᯐᮥᮤᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᮼ ᯏ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮛᮕᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮙᮓᮥᮜᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮑᮢᮞ ᮝᮟᮞᮕᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮣᮠᮟᮞᮣᮙᮒᮙᮜᮙᮤᮩᮼ ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮟᮓᮙᮕᮤᮩ ᮜᮟᮟᮛ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮘᮑᮠᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮥᮜᮜᮙᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮙᮤᮼ ᮇᮙᮜᮜ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᯍ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮟᮤᮕᮓᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᯙōᮛᮙᮻᮣᮑᮞᮼ᮰

ᯏᮗᮑᮙᮞᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮜ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮜᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮕᮠ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮝᮥᮢᮝᮥᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮰ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᯏᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᯒᮑᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮼᮼᮼᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

᮰ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮖᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙōᮛᮙᮺ ᯗ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮑᮗᮟᮞᮙ᮪ᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮟᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮟ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕᮼ᮰

ᮃᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮥᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮕᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮓᮑᮢᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮟᮔᮩᮼ ᮃᮤᮢᮕᮣᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮡᮥᮕᮣᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ᮰

ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮗᮢᮕᮣᮣᮕᮔ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮛᮟᮻᮣᮑᮞᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮜᮑᮢᮗᮕᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮦᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮙᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮼ

ᯙōᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮉᮟᮚᮙᮺ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮖᮥᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮥᮠᮠᮟᮢᮤ ᮥᮣ ᮙᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮒᮟᮢᮞᮼ

ᯙōᮛᮙᮺ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮢᮛᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮖᮟᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩᮼ

ᯜᮕᮨᮤᮺ ᮧᮕ ᮞᮕᮕᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᯛᮟᮝ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮗᮞᮑᮞᮓᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮉᮟᮚᮙᮻᮣᮑᮞ ᮣᮥᮗᮗᮕᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮢᮕᮕᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮟᮞ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮃᮑᮤᮥᮢᮔᮑᮩ ᮟᮢ ᮃᮥᮞᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮣᮓᮥᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮜᮥᮔᮕᮔᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᮰ᯜᮙᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮔᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢᮟᮥᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ᮰ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮠᮢᮙᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩᮼ

᮰ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮕᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮛᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮣᮤᮥᮔᮕᮞᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮒᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮣᮘᮙᮠᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮑᮢᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮑᮞᮗᮢᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮵ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮟᮖ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞᯍ᮵ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮵ᮉᮟᮥ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮥᮢᮤ ᮘᮕᮢᯉ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮛᮑᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ᮵᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮣᮕᮕᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯏᮘᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮔᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼ᮰

᮰ᯜᮟᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮖᮙᮞᮕᮼ ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮩ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ᮰

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮟᮞ ᮃᮑᮤᮥᮢᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮟᮥᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ – ᯙōᮛᮙᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ – ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᯛᮟᮝ᮵ᮣ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮕᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮼ ᯐᮥᮤᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᯛᮟᮝ ᮟᮠᮠᮟᮣᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮥᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮣᮤᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮜᮦᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮗᮗᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮞᮟᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᯙōᮛᮙ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮔᮑᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯏᮞᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮟᮢᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮠᮕᮢᮙᮟᮔ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᯛᮟᮝ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᮼ

᮰ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ ᯗ ᮠᮕᮢᮝᮙᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮕᮢᮙᮣᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮒᮙᮢᮤᮘ ᮤᮟᮼ᮰

ᯛᮟᮝ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮢᮢᮙᮑᮗᮕᯉ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮑᮞ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮣᮙᮗᮞᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

The One Who Saved Me After My Beloved Childhood Friend and Best Friend Betrayed Me

On that day, after being betrayed by one childhood friend, I was saved by another. This work is already completed! Side stories might occasionally be uploaded—maybe? Yamagishi Yūri has two childhood friends and one best friend. And one of those childhood friends is my precious, beloved girlfriend. While the four of us were hanging out in my room, the other childhood friend—not my girlfriend—Miyama Kanade, went out to buy a limited-edition roll cake. However, due to a careless mistake on my part, I had to rush back home. When I did, I heard a loud noise from my room and hurried inside, only to find the two acting strangely, saying things like, “There’s a bug~” or something. Oblivious as I was, I didn’t notice anything, but Kanade sensed something was off right away. This is the story of the childhood friend and best friend who betrayed me—and the other childhood friend who saved me.

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