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

Chapter 8

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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᮰ᮃᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮣ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮣᮘᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮧᮕ ᮔᮟᯍ ᮉᮥᮻᮛᮥᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮻᮓᮘᮑᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮩᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮙᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮤᯍ᮰

ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮇᮕ ᮗᮑᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮑ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮶ᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮓᮢᮟᮧᮔᮕᮔ᮷ ᮓᮑᮖᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮩᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮔᮑᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮓᮙᮔᮕ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮞᮕᮨᮤᮼ ᯕᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮑᮖᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮔᮕᮖᮙᮞᮙᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮟᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮜᮕᮝ ᮙᮣ ᮠᮢᮟᮒᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘᮼ ᯝᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮺ ᮧᮕ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮓᮜᮥᮒ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮓᮢᮑᮝ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮃᮑᮤᮥᮢᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯖᮟᮧ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮢᮕᮠᮑᮢᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᯍ᮰

ᯗᮤ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮕᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮕᮑᮝ ᮖᮟᮢᮝᮕᮔᮼ ᯏᮞ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮺ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮑᮝᮻᮒᮥᮙᮜᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩᮟᮞᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮠᮥᮤ ᮙᮞᮺ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮞᮗᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮕᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮞᮟᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮼ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ᮵ᮣ ᮙᮔᮕᮑ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮞᮔᮕᮕᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮞᮑᮤᮥᮢᮑᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮼ᮰

᮰ᮂᮙᮗᮘᮤᯍ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮤᮟᮟᮺ ᮑᮢᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩᯍ᮰

᮰ᯔᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᮉᮥᮻᮛᮥᮞᮺ ᯗ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮘᮑᮢᮣᮘ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮩᮕᮣᮤᮕᮢᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮢᮕᮜᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮣᮘᮙᮠ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮞᮟᮧ ᮟᮞᯍ ᯏᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᯍ᮰

ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮙᮔᮜᮩ ᮤᮧᮙᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮻᮣᮤᮑᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮒᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᯉ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮣᮓᮙᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮙᮢᮼ ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮗᮕᮣᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮨᮙᮟᮥᮣ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

᮰ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯏᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮧᮕᮕᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮖ ᮣᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮢᮑᮠ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮕᮜᮠ ᮝᮕᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕᯍ᮰

᮰ᯝᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮯ ᯐᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮒᮜᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮤᮧᮟᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗᮤ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮣ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮢᮕᮜᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮤ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮩᮟᮥ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮟᮧᮞᮺ ᮙᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑ ᮝᮥᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮼ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮑᮘᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛᮣᮼ᮰

ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮣᮟ ᮖᮟᮓᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮩᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮗᮢᮕᮑᮤᮜᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮟᮺ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮘᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮔᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮼ ᮉᮕᮤᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮞᮓᮕᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮝᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮺ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮓᮘᮙᮜᮔᮘᮟᮟᮔ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮼ

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮢᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮑ ᮂᯗᯜᯓ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮟ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ

᮰ᮃᮟᮢᮢᮩᮼ ᯏᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮠᮜᮑᮞᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮦᮙᮔᮥᮑᮜ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮧᮕᮕᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮼ ᮃᮟᮺ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᯍ᮰

ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮨᮤ ᮕᮨᮓᮘᮑᮞᮗᮕᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮤᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮤᮩᮠᮕᮔᮼ ᯜᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮣᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮩᮼ ᮇᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮂᯗᯜᯓᮻᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᯍ ᮇᮑᮣ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮔᮕᮓᮕᮙᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮞᮑᮧᮑᮢᮕᯍ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᯗ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮧᮑᮣᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘ ᮑᮤ ᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢᮣ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮣᮼ ᯐᮥᮤ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮜᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮞ ᮙᮜᮜᮥᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮙᮖᮙᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮟᮤᮤᮟᮝ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ ᯏᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮥᮔᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮥᮤᮟᮞᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮘᮟᮞᮕ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮕᮞ ᮜᮙᮤ ᮥᮠᮼ

᮰ᮅᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔᮼ ᮉᮟᮥ ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮧᮕᮕᮛ᮵ᮣ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮝᮠᮟᮢᮤᮑᮞᮤᮺ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ ᯗ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮓᮘᮕᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮔᮟ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮒᮕᮣᮤ ᮙᮞ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕᮼ᮰

ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮞ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮑᮜᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮝᮟᮤᮙᮦᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮑᮗᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮢᮕᮣᮟᮞᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮖᮑᮓᮤᮺ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮢᮕᮦᮥᮜᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮩᮻᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮙᮞᮓᮢᮕᮔᮙᮒᮜᮩ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮼ

ᯔᮢᮟᮝ ᯛᮟᮞᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮕᮓᮜᮑᮢᮕᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮕᮜᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕᮺ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮑᮗᮕᮢᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮚᮟᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮤᮕᮑᮝᮝᮑᮤᮕᮣ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮰ᮉᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮗᮙᮢᮜᮖᮢᮙᮕᮞᮔᮺ ᮙᮣ ᮙᮤ ᮟᮛᮑᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕᯍ᮰ ᯗ ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮒᮙᮤᮺ ᮰ᮄᮘᮕᮩ᮵ᮢᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮟᮧ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮯ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮺ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮣᮕᮕ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮑᮤ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢᮻᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮑᮓᮤᮙᮦᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮥᮤᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮜᮩ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮤ ᮑᮜᮜᮼ ᯗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮕᮞᮗᮤᮘᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮙᮝᮝᮕᮔᮙᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮟᮧᮕᮦᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮢᮥᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮔᮥᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮄᮘᮥᮢᮣᮔᮑᮩ᮵ᮣ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮼ

᮰ᮉᮥᮻᮛᮥᮞᮼ ᯒᮟ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤᯍ᮰

ᯘᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮝᮕ ᮢᮑᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮔ ᮑ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮔᮟᮟᮢᮼ ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮕᮔ ᮤᮟᮧᮑᮢᮔᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮟᮥᮞᮔᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑᮣ ᯗ ᮕᮨᮠᮕᮓᮤᮕᮔᮼ

᮰ᯚᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮣᮕᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮠᮠᮕᮑᮢ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮣᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣ ᮕᮞᮔᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮗᮜᮑᮔ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝᮼ᮰

ᯏᮣ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮣᮑᮙᮔᮺ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮔ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮝᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮑᮣ ᮣᮟᮟᮞ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮘᮙᮝᮕ ᮢᮑᮞᮗᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮣᮺ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮥᮢᮣᮕᮺ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮕᮕ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ ᯝᮥᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮢᮞᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮩᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᯙᮑᮞᮑᮔᮕ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮑ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮇᮕ ᮝᮟᮦᮕᮔ ᮑᮧᮑᮩ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮜᮑᮣᮣᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮞ ᮖᮢᮟᮞᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮥᮣᮙᮓ ᮢᮟᮟᮝᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮝᮑᮞᮩ ᮠᮕᮟᮠᮜᮕ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮼ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮒᮥᮣᮩ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮟᮖᮤᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮦᮕ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩᮼ ᯐᮩ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮞᮓᮕᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮟᮝᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮘᮕᮓᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮝᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮣᯍ᮰

᮰ᮉᮕᮣᮼ ᮃᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᮧᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮟᮢ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮺ ᯗ ᮗᮟᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮩᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ ᮄᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮒᮕ ᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮤᮟ ᮞᮟᮢᮝᮑᮜ ᮑᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮤᮓᮘᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮒᮕᮑᮢ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮙᮤ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮤᮟᮝᮟᮢᮢᮟᮧᮼ᮰

᮰ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤᮼ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮼ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮙᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮕ ᮞᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮧᮘᮙᮜᮕ ᮜᮟᮟᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ᮵ᮣ ᮦᮙᮢᮤᮥᮟᮥᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮣ ᮙᮢᮢᮙᮤᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮼ

ᯒᮟᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮝᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮕᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮢᮟᮥᮒᮜᮕ ᮝᮕᯍ ᮉᮟᮥ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘᮜᮩ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮝᮕᮺ ᮘᮑᮦᮕᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮩᮟᮥᯍ

᮰ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮣᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᯗ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮟᮞᮕᮜᮩᮼ ᯜᮕᮨᮤ ᮧᮕᮕᮛᮺ ᮜᮕᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮓᮘᮟᮟᮜ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮜᮥᮞᮓᮘ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮼ ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ᮵ᮝ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮤᮟ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕᮼ᮰

ᮄᮟ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮞᮗᮕᮢ ᮒᮥᮒᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮙᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮝᮑᮓᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮡᮥᮙᮓᮛᮜᮩ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮕᮜᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮘᮙᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯝᮛᮑᮩᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮞᮛ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮥᮣᮩᮺ ᮉᮥᮻᮛᮥᮞᮼ ᯕᮟᮟᮔ ᮜᮥᮓᮛ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮠᮢᮑᮓᮤᮙᮓᮕᮼ᮰

ᮄᮟ ᮠᮢᮕᮦᮕᮞᮤ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮩ ᮖᮑᮓᮕᮺ ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮝᮩ ᮘᮑᮞᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮝᮥᮣᮤ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮘᮙᮔᮕᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮞᮼ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ᮵ᮤ ᮜᮕᮤ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙ ᮣᮕᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤᮼ

᮰ᮇᮕ᮵ᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮑᮜᮛ ᮟᮞ ᮃᮑᮤᮥᮢᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᯖᮑ᮪ᮥᮛᮙᮼ᮰

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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