the earlier story↓
【PROFILE】
○ Name: Komari Sanada (Sanada Komari)
○ Physical stats: 154cm / 42kg / B78・W53・H80
○ Occupation: Unemployed (living as a wanderer after running away from home)
○ Personality: Cheerful and affectionate, but afraid of being abandoned
○ Hobbies: Collecting second-hand clothes / The art of friendly conversation
Another hour later…
“Uu… ngh… urp… no… glk!”
The girl trembled and gagged again and again, her small body wracked with spasms.
Thanks to the device, she couldn’t actually throw up, but her mouth was filling fast.
She puffed her cheeks out, doing her best to hold the drool in.
I passed her a towel.
She dabbed at her mouth, soaking it up like it was the most natural thing.
I joked, “That’ll cost you thirty more minutes of enema time.”
She didn’t say a word—just sat there shaking.
Something was off.
Then, in a frail voice:
“M-Mister… c-could you… please turn off the pump…?”
The girl seemed to have given up.
“Sniff… I knew it… I’m gonna be alone again today, huh…”
Was she… crying?
Still, making it halfway was honestly impressive.
Not that I ever planned on leaving her behind—I was taking her to the destination from the start.
I couldn’t touch my phone while driving, so I unlocked it and handed it to her.
“Huh? Mister… your phone just froze.”
I told her to try rebooting it and give it another go.
“I-I did… b-but it… it won’t move…”
Her voice was trembling with worry.
I pulled into the nearest rest stop.
“M-Mister… the pump… please, turn it off… hurry…”
But the screen was completely white.
No matter how many times I restarted it, nothing changed.
“H-Hurry… M-Mister… i-it… gah—ahh…”
Sweat began pouring from her body.
A sour-sweet scent filled the car, growing stronger by the second.
“Ugh… t-toilet…”
She stumbled out of the car, trying to make her way toward the restroom.
Her steps were unsteady.
Dangerous.
I had no choice but to follow her into the shared bathroom.
Clack.
I locked the door behind us.
“Yaaah… it hurts… help… meee…”
She clung to me desperately.
I gently peeled her off and laid her down on the built-in baby bed.
“W-What… is this… my belly…?”
Her stomach had swollen to the size of a mound,
with a pressure and presence that didn’t feel like it could be just air.
Maybe the pump would come out if I pressed it.
“Ugyahhh! Stop! Please, stop!!”
When I pressed on her stomach, she screamed.
But with the app frozen, I had no other options.
I tried restarting it over and over again, but it still wouldn’t work.
“B-bathroom… M-Mister… h-hospital…”
Embarrassing, sure—but it was probably the only thing left to do.
I mean, it’s not that different from a girl going to the ER
because a vibrator got stuck inside her.
I looked up the nearest hospital.
It was about thirty minutes from here.
“Wh-what…? Th-that long…? I-I’ll try… to hang in there…”
I picked her up, carried her out of the restroom,
loaded her into the car, and took off.
Another fifteen minutes passed.
While stopped at a red light, I glanced over at her.
“…nn… ngh…”
Something was off.
She was curled up, her body trembling at regular intervals.
Squelch!
“Ee-gyah!?”
A wet tearing sound…
A strange sound came from deep within her.
The light turned green. I started driving again.
“…M-Mister…”
Her voice trembled. Something had happened.
“Th-the car… I… I’m sorry…”
She held out a trembling hand.
It was soaked in blood.
Bleeding!?
Did her stomach… tear open!?
The hospital was still some distance away.
I told her to stay calm. To relax her body.
Crkkk… crkk-crkkk…!!
“Gah—! Ebbhh—!”
A thick, muffled noise filled the car.
A sound too raw, too painful to have come from a body that small.
The stench of iron grew stronger.
Dark, reddish stains began spreading across the seat.
Schplatt!
“Hyaauuuugh!!”
A slick burst—like a membrane snapping under pressure.
Blood splattered across the windshield.
“I don’t… I don’t wanna… it’s coming out… no… no no no…!”
Drawn by her voice, I looked over without thinking.
Something had burst from her stomach.
It looked like a thick tube.
Inflated like a balloon, it throbbed and pulsed.
Could it be…
Bshluup… Gschhluurrkk…
“Gah… it hurts—! Aghhh… can’t—ah—!!”
Thick tubes spilled one after another from the split in her belly.
Pyu-pyu—bursts of lukewarm fluid splattered toward me, sharp and wet
Thick tubes spilled, one after another, from the split in her belly, swollen with air like grotesque balloons.
Her intestines twisted and tangled into a mess, piling up beside the seat in a slick, glistening heap.
“…S-sorry… the c-car… it’s… really im-portant… to me…”
Her eyes were vacant.
No focus left.
No light in them at all.
Her consciousness was slipping, slowly draining away.
Her body went limp.
No.
Don’t go.
Don’t you dare go!
I slapped her.
Smack!
“Ugh!?”
Her eyes flew open, wide with shock.
She glared at me—sharp, full of resentment.
“D-Don’t… don’t hit… me…”
But her gaze lost focus almost immediately.
Smack!!
“Ugh—ahh…!”
The second blow landed harder than the first.
Her pale cheek bloomed red, swelling with pain.
Then—I saw it.
A hospital sign, up ahead.
Just a little farther.
Hang in there.
Smack! Smack!!
“…hh… hhhuh…”
No response.
If I hit her any harder, I might seriously damage her face…
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them again—
a mound of tubes, piled high beside the seat.
They were pulsing.
Soft pink.
Alive.
Maybe… if I touched them—
Bshuuup!!
“Ugh!?”
Her whole body jerked just from a light squeeze.
Warm. Slick.
I could feel the air trapped inside.
The surface was stretched thin, delicate—
as if it could rupture from the smallest mistake.
“Haah… haah… n-no… ha-hh… hhhuu…”
But her consciousness was returning.
This time, I squeezed gently—
slowly forcing the contents through the tube.
Bshup! Glrchhh!!
“Ah—! Gyaaah—!! Aahhh!!”
Undigested food, maybe?
Some kind of fluid, sliding along with the air.
The hospital was right there.
I leapt from the car and ran for the entrance.
Moments later, they brought out a stretcher and carried her away.
All that was left behind—
her backpack,
and my brand-new car, now reeking of blood.
Clatter—
“Oh! Mister, you really came!”
I stepped into the hospital room, and she was there to greet me.
It had been six months since everything happened.
Miraculously, her body hadn’t suffered any permanent damage.
But…
“Mister, when you weren’t there… I thought I’d just die.”
Her eyes were blank.
This wasn’t a cry for attention.
She meant it.
According to the doctors, it was a kind of post-traumatic response—
the aftermath of extreme stress, brought on by nearly dying.
They said that being alone now triggered suicidal impulses.
But I don’t think that’s the whole story.
She lost her parents early.
Spent her youth drifting from place to place, never truly belonging.
All that quiet, constant strain… it finally broke through.
“Mister… don’t leave me…”
She clung to me and wouldn’t let go.
I made a decision then.
I would take responsibility.
I would stay with her.
I hope you make the continue of this character’s story since she really interesting. Like romance between the guy and this girl