Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Shibuya Nights
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"Hah..."
I let out a sigh of admiration as I stared at the new Japanese name added to my phone.
It wasn't anything special.
At a shop with a unique concept, I'd nominated one of the women and placed an order tailored to her fetish. Then, right around the time our session ended, she came looking for me.
"Um... could I get your number...?"
It was my first time having a woman ask for my number like that, so I was a little flustered.
I handed over my phone on reflex, and she inputted her number and name.
She seemed thrown off at first by the phone being set to Korean,
but she managed to figure it out using the icons and successfully saved her contact.
I stared at the unfamiliar number and name in my phone for a good while, finding it all so novel.
"Time's up already..."
Before I knew it, the outside had started to grow dim as we'd lost ourselves in the fun.
Yet the crowd showed no signs of thinning—in fact, it seemed to be growing.
The heat had died down considerably, turning into perfect weather for wandering around.
And that's when the text came in.
I wondered if it was from the woman whose number I'd just swapped, but it was Hanna.
[Help me.]
An address was attached to the message.
I had no idea what was going on, but I had no choice but to go.
Conveniently, it wasn't far.
The two of them appeared to be sitting in a Japanese café.
When I arrived at the address and looked around, I saw that the whole street was lined with cafés—new ones popping up every two or three steps.
There they were, sitting at a table with exhausted looks and dour expressions.
As I approached stealthily, the pair didn't even glance my way before reflexively waving their hands to ward me off.
Even so, I calmly closed in and grabbed Hanna's arm.
"...Ah♥"
Maybe she recognized my touch right away, or perhaps it was just to startle her—but Hanna ended up throwing herself straight into my arms.
Jian watched the scene with a hint of discomfort before looking away.
"Why'd you call me?"
"Hm, wanna walk with us for a bit first?"
With that, the two rose wearily.
She said showing was easier than explaining, so we left the café together.
And right away, I understood why she'd summoned me.
Nighttime Shibuya was even more intense than during the day.
To be precise, the ratio of leering stares and pushy guys had spiked.
During the day, my mere presence had kept the men at bay, but as night fell, emboldened by booze and bravado, they started coming up to chat them up.
Hanna was the main target, naturally.
She seemed far easier to approach than Jian, who openly bristled at men.
Of course, I could handle it by slipping in between them, or Hanna would just cling to me lightly.
As long as they didn't stray too far, Hanna made her refusal clear, or I'd shoot a casual glare.
Then someone started doggedly tailing Jian and striking up conversations.
This guy was a bit tougher.
Even as Jian told him off and shot him disgusted looks, he kept at it relentlessly.
I watched quietly for a moment before stepping up beside her.
"..."
"...Uh..."
Jian looked up at me with wide eyes, surprised, while the guy took a step back to size me up.
Usually, that was enough to make them back off, but this one must've really been into Jian.
Or maybe his pride stung at retreating to something like that—he glared at me and barked roughly.
It wasn't all that rough, honestly.
"Hey, you! Who the hell are you? Can't you see I'm talking to her?!"
"..."
How should I handle this?
With all the eyes on us, my options were limited.
Should I flick a coin fast and nail him in the jaw?
I had the confidence that at my current level, I could not only hit the mark but knock the guy out cold with it.
As I hesitated and moved to act, Jian tugged at my arm.
"It's fine. Let's just go..."
I let her pull me away obediently, leaving the scene.
Hanna trailed right after us.
Jian clung to my arm a bit before we reached a quiet alley, then quietly released it.
And the first thing she did was apologize to Hanna.
"Sorry. I grabbed your boyfriend's arm like that..."
"Huh? Nah, it's fine."
Hanna brushed off Jian's apology with total nonchalance.
Jian had picked the wrong person to apologize to.
For grabbing my arm? If anything, Hanna probably wished she'd gripped it tighter—hell, she was likely fantasizing about being pinned under me.
Oblivious to all that, Jian kept checking Hanna's face as she apologized again and again.
"Instead of apologizing, tell my oppa thanks."
"...F-Fine..."
She looked like it pained her to even say it.
But compelled by Hanna's words and a flicker of genuine gratitude deep down, Jian finally spoke up.
"Th... Thanks..."
Her grudging bow and words of thanks weren't half bad.
I savored the moment, gazing at Jian with a subtle smile.
She couldn't hide her bruised pride, her face flushing as she stormed ahead.
"Ugh... Anyway, let's go shopping..."
She even brushed off her arm where we'd touched, like dusting it away.
Ouch, that kinda stung.
"I asked at the café earlier—turns out Jian's been doing modeling gigs and got stalked by some guy once. Seems like she's had a rough time with men."
"Ah..."
"Kinda has a bit of a man-hating streak."
Hearing that made her behavior click.
I'd already seen plenty of guys sending Hanna lewd messages on her phone before.
Hanna just brushed them off dryly,
but someone more sensitive like Jian might've been traumatized.
And stalking, no less.
I'd never experienced it myself, so it was hard to imagine, but it was the kind of thing that could easily breed misogyny.
Taking time to win her over would've been tricky this time around—her fetish was ambiguous, and we lacked any real connection.
On top of that, she had this man-hating debuff.
No helping it—I'd have to borrow Hanna's hand.
"Can you help out a bit?"
Hanna grinned at my words and took my hand.
"Sure, if you'll do exactly what I say?"
Hanna gazed at me as she said it.
The shopping continued after that.
Their empty hands gradually filled with shopping bags, and for good measure, a few ended up in mine too.
I'd just planned to trail behind them quietly, but with some spare cash burning a hole in my pocket, I ended up buying a bunch on impulse.
I skipped clothes and accessories, but grabbed stuff like a power bank, a watch, and some pricey earbuds.
A quick search after showed some were actually cheaper back home.
Still, I psyched myself up—they were souvenirs from Japan, after all.
"Shouldn't your boyfriend carry some?"
This time, Jian shot me a side-eye as she asked.
Hm, fair point this time.
This much weight was nothing to me anyway.
I held out my hand to Hanna, who hesitated but handed over her bags when I kept it extended.
And while I was at it, I offered my hand to Jian too.
"...W-What?"
Jian stared at it blankly before asking.
"Not heavy? Gimme."
"I'm... fine..."
She wavered on whether to hand them over, then gripped her bags tighter and marched ahead.
They looked pretty heavy—she'd hesitated because of the weight, but that man-hating streak played a part in her refusal too.
Not that it'd last beyond today.
We made it back to the lodging, showered, unpacked, and before we knew it, it was late night.
I took the chance to review my skills for the first time in ages and loosen up.
There was a skill I'd acquired a while back but never once used.
I wasn't sure about its effects, but now was the perfect time to test it.
I activated Stealth.
My body seemed to blur, blending with my internal energy.
It felt strange.
I stepped slowly into the hallway.
Dodging the cameras, I moved swiftly into the emergency stairs.
From there, I headed straight down to the floor with the guys—no, wait, the women's floor.
The hallway on the men's-forbidden floor—
didn't look all that different from upstairs.
I softly knocked twice on the door of Hanna's room, and she opened up.
I'd texted ahead that I was coming, so even my light taps got a quick response.
"Jian's asleep."
I glanced over—sure enough, Jian was out on the bed.
Right on schedule.
"Then, you'll do exactly as I say?"
"...Yeah."
I slowly stripped off my clothes and headed to the bed with Hanna.
The method Hanna had suggested was simple.
Just mix our bodies together like always.
That was it.
And that was an easy task.
Hanna slowly undressed and lay back on the bed.
Her body, honed even further from her modeling work, seduced me.
She'd clearly been anticipating this moment—her already heated skin glistened with tiny beads of sweat.
Hanna looked up at me and whispered in a soft plea.
"Do it... Give it to me..."
I lost all reason and pounced on Hanna.
I caressed every inch of her body, making sure no spot escaped my touch.
Each time, Hanna writhed with delicate moans.
Just from the foreplay, our breaths grew ragged, and more explicit words started spilling from Hanna's lips.
"Fuck me... Oppa, fuck me hard..."
Slipping in casual intimacy amid the pleas, she spurred me on. I shifted into position to thrust inside her.
All without realizing that a pair of eyes, never truly asleep, were secretly watching us.