Chapter 5: Nakatani Shinju 5
"I... I'm taking you to my apartment."
'I assumed that was going to be the case. She must've heard the rumors of how the girlfriends of other victims resolved the issue.'
Hearing her say this, the first thing I felt in my heart wasn't guilt because I was exploiting the feelings of someone who cared deeply enough about their boyfriend that they were willing to pay with their body — instead, it was disgust.
What was I feeling disgusted by?
What she was suggesting? No.
The fact that she viewed me as a person this shallow and evil? Nope.
I was disgusted by the fact that we would be taking the bus over to her apartment.
"No," I shook my head.
"N-no?" she uttered in shock. She didn't expect me to respond in this manner. "B-b-but..."
She was probably baffled because it went against the rumors.
"I'm not taking no public bus. That's disgusting. Why would I want to get hundreds if not thousands of people's germs on me?"
"...Oh."
"Come," I said as I grabbed my hand, and before she could respond, I interlocked my fingers with hers.
"Eh?"
The two of us walked silently for over ten minutes as I led her to where I parked my luxury black sports car, a limited-edition model that only a hundred people on Earth owned.
Beep.
Unlocking the car, I opened the passenger door for her and said, "Get in."
She looked flustered.
She knew what she was getting herself into with the offer, so she probably prepared herself mentally for what was to come, but she didn't expect me to give her this kind of treatment.
'Don't think about it too much. I may've been a bully but the other me, the real me... I was not that bad at being a gentleman,' I chuckled.
There were limits to how much of my original self I could act, but I guess this much was fine.
"Put your address in," I said, pointing at the screen in between us.
She took so long to insert her address that at one point, I wondered if time had been slowed down.
Once she did complete it though, I started driving.
Going way over the speed limit, I listened to Shinju shrieking in fear as she clutched tightly to her seat.
"We're going to crash!"
"Ah! Watch out!"
"Slow down! Slow down please!"
"I'm going to throw up! Stop the car! I'm about to throw up!"
By the time we reached the destination, she was out of breath and looked like she had just run a marathon.
Getting out of the car first, I opened her door for her, took her hand, and helped her out of the seat.
"Lead the way," I said as I followed behind her.
Shinju kept taking glances at me as we walked over to her apartment. Then we entered the elevator and for a minute or so, there was this awkward silence in the confined space where only the sound of the elevator music could be heard.
Walking down the hallway, she stopped at the third door before the end.
"This is it," she chuckled nervously as she grabbed the keys from her handbag. She tried to unlock the door but her hands shook too much and she ended up missing the hole, dropping the key.
Clank. Clank.
Picking up her key, she tried a second time. Failing once more.
Clank clank. Clank.
"S-sorry about that."
She was about to pick up her key a second time but was a little too late as I got there before her.
"Don't worry about it. I got it," I said as I inserted it into the handle, twisted it, then opened the door.
Holding the door open for her as if I lived there, I gestured for her to enter first.
"...Haha," she nervously laughed as she walked through the entrance.
I did the same and made sure to lock the door behind me.
Honestly, I didn't know what I was doing in her apartment. I already told myself that I had no desire to act like the original Yasuo.
It's just — it was like my legs were moving on their own just a tad bit.
"Welcome to my home," she said as she took off her bag and hung it up on the wall.
I followed her into her living room, where she stopped and took a deep breath. She tried to hide the fact that she did it, but I could see her shoulders lift and then slowly drop back down.
"So... you've brought me over to your apartment. Now what?" I asked, acting oblivious to her intentions.
Turning around to face me, she was biting down on her bottom lip.
I was going to say something else but before I could do so, she began getting down onto her knees.
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