That was the reason the manga only fried to invite Mary. I would live, and Mary would die. Because she used so much of her strength that she couldn’t keep her form even in the dream. To keep the dream. “Who I wanted to spend the end with; I wanted to spend the end with you, Renko. As long as possible. Is that not okay?” “That’s not an answer.” That wasn’t an answer or a reason. Even if it was her true feeling, it wasn’t everything. Why did Yakumo Yukari try to hold Gensokyo for as long as she could? Why did she try to prolong the dream as long as possible? It was simple. It was because there was a reason she had to do that. I said the answer. I couldn’t be a coward. That was the one thing I had to say myself. “So I wouldn’t die. Isn’t that right, Mary?” In response to my words, Yeah.” Looking like she was about to cry, she nodded. Worn out, Mary was about to break and fall apart. If this was a dream, if it was anime to wake up, it should be strange if! and Mary, the two of us, didn’t wake up. But—only I was safe, and Mary was disappearing even in the dream. There was only one reason for that hentai manga.
Mary was going to die for me. “The dream is ending. I’m about to wake up. But, whether that’s awakening or death—we who are in the dream can’t tell.” The end of a dream was awakening or death. That was why Mary tried to prolong the dream. To increase my chance of reviving as much as possible. Or, being scared of letting me die, to delay the result. In exchange, Mary used her strength and wore her existence down. In the first place, she might have been overdoing it at the point she made the dream. The power of the Mary from this side was the ability to see gaps, but—the real Mary might have been able to manipulate them. Using that, she probably tampered with the boundary between dream and reality.
Dream and reality were completely different things. If one died here,’ one would also die there. Maiibel Han would, in order to let Usami Renko live— hentai disappear. That was the truth, and it was a fact. A fact nothing could be done about. Either I would die, or Mary would die. Those were the only ends that had been prepared. I refused to understand, I pretended not to know, because I didn’t want to accept that. I couldn’t criticize her. I wanted to criticize her. I wanted to shout and ask why she did that. I couldn’t do that because I knew almost painfully why she did that. Because if I were her, I probably would have done the same thing. The reason was—”Because the Hentai club is one by two.” At my words, Mary smiled. Seeming sad, and depressed.