Chương 138: Chapter 138: Spy Maid in Action
Half an hour later.
Umi cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped snugly in a white bathrobe. Her voice was soft as she announced, "I'm done."
Amamiya glanced up. "Does your foot still hurt?"
"It still aches a little."
"Come over and sit down." Amamiya gestured to the medicine on the table. "You can apply the medicine yourself."
"Okay."
Umi walked over and sat down. Fresh from her bath, her skin was soft and pink, glistening with moisture like a freshly peeled egg—making it seem as though you could squeeze water from it.
This bold gyaru had quite a carefree nature, and after a while in the bath, she seemed to have forgotten the earlier incident. Sitting on the sofa, her voice returned to its usual lively tone.
"Amamiya-kun, help me apply the medicine."
Amamiya blinked, a bit surprised. "What?"
"My right ankle still hurts." Umi lifted her chin slightly, speaking clearly. "It's inconvenient for me to bend over, so I'm asking you to help."
Amamiya lowered his gaze. "Why is it inconvenient?"
"You know why!" Umi quickly covered her chest with her hands, her cheeks puffing up in mock indignation. "Amamiya-kun is teasing me."
"..."
Amamiya sighed, picked up the medicine from the table, and said, "Alright, lift your foot."
"Mm."
Umi pressed her pink lips together, raised her right foot, and carefully placed it on Amamiya's lap, her small toes curling slightly.
She was fairly tall, yet her feet were surprisingly small.
Amamiya gently placed his hand around her foot—it fit perfectly in his palm.
True to her style, Umi had painted her nails pink, not only on her fingers but on her toes as well.
I have to admit... they're quite pretty, he thought.
Her skin was soft and fair, with a hint of light blue veins visible on the top of her foot. A faint fruity scent still clung to her from the bath. As he held her foot, it felt warm and delicate. If a foot-fetish enthusiast were here, they'd probably want to take a bite.
Fortunately, Amamiya wasn't into that. He felt no such urge.
After seeing the bright, full moon earlier, who would care about something so trivial?
Pouring some medicine into his hand, Amamiya stayed composed and gently rubbed it onto her ankle, helping the ointment absorb.
"Ah..."
Umi let out a soft whine, wincing slightly.
"It hurts, Amamiya-kun, be more gentle."
"Bear with it."
"Amamiya-kun is too rough!"
"It'll sting a bit at first, but the pain will go away soon... How does it feel now?"
"You're lying—there's no relief at all."
"..."
After a few minutes, the massage was done.
"That should do it." Amamiya exhaled softly and loosened his grip. "I'm going to take a shower now."
Umi quickly pulled her foot back, hugging her knees as she turned to the TV. Her face was flushed, resembling the deep reds of a summer sunset, her eyes sparkling with a faint, moist shimmer.
"Go on, then."
"..."
Amamiya nodded, grabbed his change of clothes, and headed toward the bathroom.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Hayasaka had just returned to the villa. Her expression was dazed and confused.
"There are so many…"
"So many evil spirits."
On her way back, she had seen countless evil spirits of all kinds.
They appeared on the tram, on the streets, in convenience stores, in dark alleys—some even attached themselves to passing pedestrians. They were everywhere.
Each evil spirit looked grotesque in its own way, and without exception, they were the kind that could send someone's sanity plummeting.
Hayasaka had never imagined that beneath the surface of the seemingly ordinary world lay such a nightmarish reality.
It was like a horror game—except this was real life.
No wonder her lady had been looking so sleep-deprived lately, dark circles etched under her eyes. Who could rest peacefully in a world so infested with evil spirits?
Her gaze momentarily passed over a floating human head outside the window. Hayasaka smirked slightly, then walked over to the refrigerator.
"I need a Coke to calm my nerves…"
But just as she reached for it, her breath caught.
Inside the refrigerator, a rotten human head stared back at her, its eyes twitching as they locked onto her.
"Can you see me…?"
A cold, hollow voice whispered into her ears once again.
"On second thought, maybe I shouldn't have a Coke this late... bad for the teeth."
The corners of Hayasaka's eyes twitched as she casually retracted her hand. She massaged her neck while muttering to herself, calmly shutting the refrigerator door as though nothing had happened.
'Thud.'
A faint, disappointed murmur escaped from behind the closed door.
"Such a shame… you couldn't see me."
Without breaking her stride, Hayasaka turned around, biting her lower lip. She walked into the bathroom, leaning back against the door once inside. Suddenly, she stomped her foot like a frustrated child, venting her anger.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"I almost screamed out loud!"
"Why would something that gross be in the fridge?!"
Hayasaka chewed on her fingernails, her face twisted with annoyance.
That's it. Tomorrow morning, I'm throwing that refrigerator out! Far, far away!
Just then, something else caught her attention—a long, dark strand of hair.
Her instincts kicking in, she followed the black hair to the source: it was slowly snaking its way out of the toilet. Something was clearly about to crawl out…
The corner of her eye twitched again.
Without saying a word, Hayasaka turned and left the bathroom.
This villa was overrun with evil spirits… life here was unbearable!
Back in her room, Hayasaka muttered to herself, "Please don't let there be anything in my room… No, never mind. I won't even say it."
Better to avoid tempting fate.
She sat down at her desk and powered on her computer. Several surveillance windows popped up on the screen. Earlier tonight, she had installed extra surveillance equipment—not just in the bedroom and living room, but in the kitchen and bathroom too. All top-notch, ultra-high-definition cameras.
In one of the feeds, Umi could be seen lounging on the couch, watching TV.
Hayasaka unwrapped a lollipop and placed it in her mouth, sighing with regret as she spotted a floating phone on the screen.
How annoying.
If I'd known it would be this bad, I wouldn't have gone out tonight.
Curiosity really does kill the cat.
"There's no need for all this surveillance anymore. I'll have to go dismantle the cameras when I get a chance..."
Just then, something caught her eye.
On the screen in the lower right-hand corner, Amamiya had walked into the bathroom and was starting to take off his clothes.
"Is he about to take a shower?"
Hayasaka bit down on her lollipop, preparing to turn off the video.
The reason she had set up cameras in the bathroom was to investigate whether Amamiya and Umi were aliens, suspecting their physical features might be different from ordinary humans.
Now, though, it was clear they were just ordinary people, equally cursed with bad luck.
'Buzz.'
Her phone vibrated.
Startled, Hayasaka quickly pulled it from her pocket.
It was a message from Umi: "Hanamori-chan, are you home yet?"
"Just got back."
"You must've seen a lot of evil spirits on the way, huh? Just act like you didn't notice them. If you're ever unsure, ask the others in the mutual aid group. Whatever you do, don't lose hope."
"Yeah, I understand."
"…."
After sending a quick reply, Hayasaka glanced back at the computer screen, only to freeze in shock.
Wait, did he finish undressing already?!
How do guys strip so quickly?
On the ultra-high-definition camera feed, Amamiya's bare body was clearly visible.
Hayasaka's eyes instinctively wandered over, and as she took in what she was seeing, her body jerked back in surprise. Her cheeks quickly flushed with a bright red color.
"…This guy's a monster!"
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