Chapter 177.
<strong>Chapter 177. The Angel of Death’s Real Name (2/5)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">He signed without even verifying the contents of the contract. It was a very naive thing to do. But he was only a student who still hadn’t experienced the real world yet. He was short-sighted. What if I’d put in some unreasonable condition like he had to pay me an exorbitant sum of money?
<span style="font-weight:400">Oh well, his nativity isn’t my concern. Unlike thest two asions where someone sold their soul to me, my body didn’t have the same reaction. Well, I’d like to say there was no reaction, but… there was one. A sweet taste rose up at the back of my mouth. There weren''t any heart palpitations nor was there a burning sensation in my chest, only that phantom sweet taste at the back of my mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Did that mean the contract was a sess? If I didn’t fulfill the contract, would my body have another strange reaction? Actually, was what I experienced all some sort of cebo effect my brain unconsciously formted on its own?
<span style="font-weight:400">Maybe a signed contract favorable to me, my brain interpreted as a sweet taste in my mouth, whereas one I considered as an unfavorable one that I was on the losing end tasted sour. It could just be something psychological like that, where one eats a bitter pill. The fact that I didn’t have the heart palpitations and burning sensation in my chest maybe could have been just written off as an unlikely coincidence.
<span style="font-weight:400">Though… there was a major difference in the contract. The part about aging. What if it was that sole condition itself that resulted in my body’s strange reaction. It meant… I’d need to write up at least one more contract with such a condition to verify my suspicions.
<span style="font-weight:400">In this case, I guess Rosa was thest on my list. What a strange development. The order of contracts went opposite the order I met these three women in.
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaah. I could still hardly believe in the nonsensical conclusion I’de up with about me being a devil whom they’d sold their soul to. But as a man raised with the scientific process, I’d at the very least see this experiment through to the end.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Write your number down on the back for me. I’ll notify you once I get that autograph for you if she does show up here again in the future.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, thanks.” He flipped the contract over and wrote his phone number down.
<span style="font-weight:400">He handed the contract back to me and I stored it away inside my bag.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you leave now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, since I don’t need to wait around for my Goddess all day in a boring ce like this, why would I stay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">With those rude words, he took his leave and I was finally left to my own devices.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stuck around for the rest of the day, but Ang didn’t show up by the time I had to go to work. Today’s shift was with Rosa.
<span style="font-weight:400">Our shift went by without anything significant to note. We returned home together with her hugging my arm in a good mood.
<span style="font-weight:400">This was how it had been ever since she started working with me. There wasn’t much I could do about it. She hadn’t been able to do so at school with how I always skipped and wanted to keep our rtionship a secret, so she made up for that when I was disguised and we headed home together after work. It was apromise I’d made for being such a troublesome boyfriend.
<span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t seem to mind this arrangement much though. It actually felt like she enjoyed the thrill and excitement that came with keeping her love life a secret from everyone. She’d gotten used to it and even developed such a weird sort of kink at some point.
<span style="font-weight:400">The following day, I paid another visit to the museum. It was now Thursday, Rosa’s day off at work. She’d be at home rxing after school today while I’d be together at work with Alicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">But that was forter.
<span style="font-weight:400">Right now, I was working on a story while simultaneously waiting for Ang to grace me with her presence. Yes, for once, I wanted that silver-eyed venomous Angel of Death with white hair to appear before me. It was a strange turn of events, one where I wanted her to pay me a visit.
<span style="font-weight:400">And it seemed the Gods above had heard my prayers and sent their fallen messenger my way.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I heard footsteps behind me and music from someone’s earbuds on full st draw close, I turned around. Our eyes met and she raised a hand to wave at me. I didn’t return the greeting and she frowned.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have a celebrity taking time out of her busy schedule to pay you a visit and you won’t even greet her?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I didn’t ask you toe here, did I?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m your girlfriend, I’m free to pay a visit to my boyfriend whenever I want.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. A self-proimed girlfriend can hardly be called a girlfriend. You just want to keep me quiet and don’t have a single positive feeling toward me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not true.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? It isn’t?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It isn’t.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She’d walked over to my side and looked like she was about to take a seat. She’d done so on herst visit as well, but I absolutely wouldn’t let her this time.
<span style="font-weight:400">I put my foot up on the couch where she was trying to sit down andid down resting my head on my bag in the process.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This seat is taken.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You should be happy that a pretty celebrity wants to sit beside you. Most people would even be so humbled as to stand up and present their own seat to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well too bad, I’m not giving up my seat and I also don’t want to share it with you either. I’mfortable hogging this side of the couch all to myself. If you want a seat you can use the couch on the side. I don’t want people who may pass by to make the mistake to think we’re on good terms.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. Your personality is such a pain to deal with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, yours is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, is that so? Then please don’t mind me then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She suddenly sat down on top of my abdomen.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey… do I look like a chair to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Was that not your intention by lying down in front of me?” She looked down at me with a grin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you please get off me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t feel like it. I’ve already made myself quitefortable. Who knew you’d make such afortable chair?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re heavy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Well, that’s a shame. Maybe if you’dplimented me about how light I was I would have gotten off you. But now I know that you’re in pain from me sitting on you I won’t.” She raised her right hand and ced it on my right cheek while she said that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Hey, can I have your autograph?”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I asked that out of nowhere her eyes shot up a bit in surprise.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You want my autograph? What are you nning to do with it? Are you short on money and want to sell it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m not going to sell it. Some idiot came in here yesterday looking for you. They were apparently a fan of yours who saw youe in here the day before. Their n was to wait here and ‘coincidentally’ bump into you so they could start up a conversation with you in a natural fashion and get your autograph. They don’t want to actually bother you though by pestering you like an annoying fly for it though. In the end, I made a deal with them that if they never return here again in the future I’d get that autograph from you if you ever showed up again.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! I see, I see. That makes sense. But do you really think I’d give you an autograph so easily?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. So name your price. What do you want? Though if it’s too expensive or requires too much effort on my part, forget it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… I was going to ask for $10,000, what a shame.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You would really request that much money from some broke kid like me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, it was a joke of course. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. I don’t have any need for that sort of marypensation from you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then? What’s your price?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How about a kiss on my foot?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah? Are you supposed to be some sort of queen?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, if you can’t even do something like that I’m not going to sign that autograph for you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So the price you thought of is my dignity?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Are you too prideful for that sort of thing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You actually think I have something useless like pride?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Wait, you mean you’ll do it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Present them.”