Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: Picked Up a Big-Breasted Woman on the Road (2)
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For a moment, I was flustered by the sudden "prince" remark.
I gripped my fraying sanity tight and said to the towering busty woman,
"No. Prince? What kind of nonsense is—"
In response, she grabbed my hand, shook her head vigorously, locked eyes with me, and said,
"You saved me. So you're my prince."
"So, what the fu—"
I wanted to ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, but unfortunately, I couldn't.
'Wait, her eyes?'
Because in her eyes, as I happened to glance, I saw a powerful, unidentified madness.
It wasn't simple affection or admiration like what humans show.
'It's like staring at a model kit.'
Her gaze brimmed with the desire to tear apart everything in front of her piece by piece, analyze it, and reassemble it.
While I was speechless from the eerie vibe,
the towering busty woman suddenly said to me,
"Come with me."
I barely snapped out of it and tried to refuse, but in the end, I didn't get the chance.
"Huh?"
Because after saying that, she closed in on me and hoisted me up just like that.
Not figuratively—I was literally dangling in midair, arms pinned under her armpits.
Held by that towering busty woman.
'Is this even possible?'
She's shorter than a full-grown adult but easily clears 160cm, and with my solid guy build, yet she lifted me without breaking a sweat?
And by a woman, no less.
As those thoughts raced through my head, I sneakily checked her height.
'At least late 190s...'
The towering busty woman was even taller than I'd imagined.
Probably, this strength came from the massive frame propping up her giant height and the muscles built to support that enormous body. That was my guess.
'Those huge tits clearly aren't just for decoration.'
Harboring that pretty rude thought, I—Takuya—said to the towering busty woman,
"Where are you taking me?"
Sudden situation aside, I didn't fight to be put down or whine that I hated it.
Because I knew her head wasn't on straight.
'People like this only make things worse if you poke them.'
And I knew full well that provoking her right now would be even riskier.
For the record, I learned that in the army. No more details needed.
Anyway, I planned to play it careful.
While I—Takuya—was thinking that, the towering busty woman replied,
"To my house."
"Your house?"
"Yeah."
First time meeting, and she's inviting me home already. My inner Confucian dragon wanted to roar in protest, but since I'd lose any fight, I decided to go quietly.
Mushy~♥
Absolutely not because of the soft breast pressing into my back.
"Anyway, before we go, let's at least introduce ourselves. I'm Mori Takuya. You?"
"Suzuki Haruka."
"Got it. Suzuki, let's get moving."
"Haruka."
"Huh?"
"Call me Haruka."
"Alright."
And so began my bizarre duo with the towering busty woman—no, Haruka.
How long had we traveled with me carried by Haruka?
I arrived in front of a house with a Suzuki family nameplate.
By the way, Haruka carried me for dozens of minutes straight without tiring.
Anyway, now at Haruka's front door, I said,
"This the place?"
"Yeah."
"Then put me down. Greetings should be done with my feet on the ground."
"Got it."
On the way, she'd flatly refused every time I asked with a "No." But now she set me down without fuss.
'Is she an idiot or a genius... geez.'
Thinking that to myself, I scanned for the doorbell near the door.
"Press here."
"Ah, thanks."
-Ding dong.
With Haruka's help, I rang it safely and waited for her family. Moments later,
sounds came from inside.
[Just a sec~]
Rummaging noises—she must've mistaken me for a delivery guy.
Soon, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman.
"The invoice is he... Eh? Haruka? And... who?"
I bowed politely and said,
"Hello. I'm Mori Takuya. I was passing by nearby and wanted to explain what happened to Haruka, so I came over."
The reason I phrased it that way instead of "Your daughter kidnapped me and dragged me here" was simple.
Haruka's mother pulled her muddy daughter into a hug without hesitation and said,
"What?! What happened to my Haruka?!"
Because I could feel how insanely much she doted on her daughter.
I didn't want apologies from someone squeezing her grown, filthy kid with that worried look.
Besides, I'd come halfway willingly out of interest in Haruka.
Thinking that, I told her mother,
"I'll explain the details inside."
"Ah! Yes, yes. Come in."
Once inside Haruka's house, I accepted some tea and laid out exactly what happened to Haruka.
"Haruka almost got hit by a car?!"
"Yes. The driver was hauling ass at a really dangerous speed."
"Oh my god..."
After my rundown, Haruka's mother bowed deeply and thanked me from the heart.
"Really...! Thank you so much...!"
"No, it was just the right thing to do."
I meant it too.
From my spot, it was a no-brainer.
"Thank you so much..."
Of course, she kept thanking me profusely after that too.
The whole thing wrapped up on a heartwarming note, and that's when I heard something super intriguing from Haruka's mom.
"As you can see, my daughter has a mental disability."
"A mental disability?"
"Yes..."
Haruka's mother broached it carefully.
I couldn't help but be shocked inside.
Because the condition Haruka had was one I knew all too well.
"The doctor said it's Asperger Syndrome."
Asperger Syndrome—the one supposedly shared by Isaac Newton, Nikola Tesla, and Elon Musk.
Wide-eyed, I asked her mother,
"Asperger Syndrome... isn't that the one Newton and Tesla had?"
"You know about it?"
"A bit."
Her face lit up with relief at my answer.
Probably tough explaining it to people before.
Anyway, that cleared up Haruka's weird behavior.
People with Asperger's latch onto interests with near-obsessive intensity.
"She was staring at ants forever. Into bugs or something?"
"No, that's just her observation hobby..."
Just a plain hobby, huh...
'Wait, if ants are casual observation, what does Haruka obsess over?'
The question popped into my head, so I asked her mom,
"So, does Haruka have a special field she's into?"
"Ah, well..."
Just as her mother started to explain,
"I'll show you myself."
Haruka abruptly stood and declared that.
Her mom nodded like it made sense.
No, just tell me.
Eh, whatever. I followed Haruka without protest.
Trailing her led to a big room tucked in the corner.
What I saw there blew my mind. No wonder.
"Whoa..."
Dozens of disassembled computers filled the space.
'She building a supercomputer or what?'
And one massive rig that could've swallowed every part from them—it looked legit.
A normie might call it a junk heap. But with my decent computer know-how, I clocked it right away.
Not just any PC. A supercomputer. Or at least, that's the goal.
Seeing it, I was half-convinced.
'Haruka's the talent I need.'
Haruka—the exact talent I needed right now.