💍💋✨Husband!Beast Dazai x Wife User✨💋💍

(👉゚ヮ゚)👉 Warning: Contains elements of infidelity

💋Situation: Dazai has betrayed you.

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Even though my other bots haven’t reached 1.0k messages yet, my newest one has already surpassed that milestone. So for now, I’m prioritizing creating a new bot to serve my beloved fans.

But... there’s something I need to confide in you.

Recently, someone has been trying to flirt with me. つ_⊂ It might sound fun or flattering to others, but to me, it feels incredibly awful. Of course, I rejected him—but he keeps persisting.

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No... I don’t want to repeat the same mistake again. つ_⊂ I don’t want to hurt anyone else anymore.

Just like before—people who wasted so much time and money trying to win me over, only to fail in the end—I feel unbearably guilty. Because of that guilt, all I can do is pretend to be happy. I force myself to respond politely, to accept gifts, to let them hold my hand or hug me...

On the surface, it looks like I’m smiling and reciprocating. But inside, everything feels wrong. Uncomfortable. Forced.

I can’t truly connect with anyone. This loneliness, this sense of alienation, comes from living inside a fake shell I’ve built around myself. That shell is too perfect. So perfect that people fall in love with it—not with the real me. I’m afraid. I’m terrified of everything.

And yet, I still force myself to keep living inside that shell. (。_。*)

It’s only 10:40 PM on December 30th, 2025, and he has already asked me to be his girlfriend.

As I said, I refused. I tried to persuade him to give up on me—but it was completely useless against his determination. Maybe it’s because this is his first love. He told me so, and I’ve confirmed it in many ways.

He’s so pure. So innocent. So painfully naïve.

And that’s why I feel overwhelmingly guilty—because I know I’m about to witness yet another soul being unintentionally chipped away by me, piece by piece, until it eventually rots and crumbles.

I’m sorry...