บท 16: Noguchi Minako 5
"What rumors?" I asked.
Was it the one I was thinking about or was there perhaps another kind of murmurs about me that I wasn't aware of?
"I heard that you're a serial womanizer who only targets girls that have a boyfriend. Is that true?" Minako asked.
'Wow. She's pretty straightforward.'
If I was anyone other than Yasuo, I might've been flustered by the nature of her question.
Instead of giving her a "Yes" or "No", I asked her, "What do you think? You sized me up earlier. What does your instinct tell you?"
"Hmm..." she hummed as she pondered. "It tells me that you are a dangerous person and that I probably shouldn't be hanging around you."
"Really? And what do you say to your instincts?" I questioned.
She whispered in a sweet voice that had a tint of poison, "I don't listen to my instincts. Doesn't a little bit of danger make life a thousand times better?"
There was this smile on her face that looked slightly evil but because of her natural beauty, it looked more seductive.
"Interesting. To answer your question. Yeah, those rumors are pretty accurate."
"Then does that mean you have zero interest in me?" she asked, tilting her head with curiosity and amusement.
"I didn't say that, now did I? Would I be a man if I wasn't attracted to a fine piece of meat like you?"
"Kekeke," she softly chuckled as she looked away and returned to her phone. "We shall see if I'm the piece of meat dangling in front of the predator or... if it's the other way around."
"Hahaha. Only time will tell."
The two of us sat in silence as the airplane began to leave the ground.
Then I had a question pop up in my head so I voiced it out loud, "Just curious, does your mother know you like this or is the version you show her a different?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not actively hiding it but it's not like I'm also going out of my way to show this side of me. Isn't it the same for you?"
I nodded in agreement.
That was the last interaction between us on the flight as she went to sleep shortly after and I did the same a few minutes later.
When I woke up, I was the first one to do so and I noticed a weight on my shoulder..
Looking over, it was Minako's head resting on it.
"Does a real predator let down their guard like this?" I softly chuckled as I admired the way that her cheekbones were structured.
"Why put their guard up when the other person is of no threat," she suddenly responded with her eyes still closed.
"...When did you wake up?"
"About an hour ago."
"So... why did you decide to rest your head on me? According to the list of names saved on my phone, hmm... you don't seem to be one of them," I joked.
Minako responded by asking, "Really? Why don't you check again?"
"..."
I felt like I was being messed with but I still opened it and to my surprise — there it was, her name "Minako" with a heart and a snake emoji next to it.
"When did you do this?" I asked, not angry or scared in the slightest at how she did but rather intrigued.
"Kekeke. Did you forget that modern phones have fingerprints and facial recognition? I barely had to try," she answered.
"Did you do anything other than add your number?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. What will you do if I say that I did?"
"Nothing. Just curious."
"You're no fun," she rolled her eyes. "I didn't do anything other than read some of your recent texts and some of your photos and videos."
"I see. And what information did you acquire?"
"I learned that you recently dropped out of your college. You've been ignoring your friends. You clearly hate texting more than necessary and the only phone call you've picked up the last week was your mother's."
"Is that all?" I asked.
She just smirked and closed her eyes, placing her head back on my shoulder.
If it's true that she went through my videos and photos then she should've seen what was in them.
The fact that she didn't say anything informed me that she did.
Of course, what I was referring to was the evidence that the old Yasuo would take, documenting his experiences with those women who came to him as a way to salivate their boyfriends from eternal torture.
"What did you think?" I whispered into her ear.
"...Not bad," she muttered.
"What's not bad? My penis? My technique?"
"Your technique. The other one, it's slightly better than 'not bad'," she answered without changing a single fluctuation of her tone. Her face remained as stoic and the same color as normal without a tint of red in it.
"Thank you for the compliment. I'll work to improve my technique so that it matches the tool it's working with."
"Oh really? And how will you do that?"
"Wouldn't you like to come and find out for yourself how?"
"Kekeke," she giggled very softly. So soft, smooth, and sweet that it tickled a part of my brain akin to scratching a spot on my back that I couldn't reach without a stick. "You'll have to do better than that if you want a taste of this meat."
"So you admit that you're the meat and I'm the predator?"
"If that's how you want to view my answer then sure. Just be careful. Who knows if that meat you're craving is poisoned or not."
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