Chapter 184.
<strong>Chapter 184. An Awkward Encounter in a Public Washroom. (4/9)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Does Rosa know about the other women?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’s okay with them?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What she’s okay with doesn’t change what I am.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Certainly, you’d still be viewed as a cheater by society even if she was the one who pushed other women into a rtionship with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You know~ I told another lie before~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What lie?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t despise <i><span style="font-weight:400">all</i><span style="font-weight:400"> cheaters. Just the ones who do it without feeling anything about it. What turns me on is when the guy wants to resist, but can’t control his body and loses himself in pleasure. That sort of cheater really gets me off~ they’re actually my ideal type~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just kill me, I’m not interested.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, even if you’re not interested I already am.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt her hand dig into my pocket. When I felt her retrieve something my eyes shot open.
<span style="font-weight:400">She had my phone in her hands.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing with my phone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Obediently unlock it for me or I’ll kill you~”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then kill me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, I’ll rape you then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My lips and eyes twitched. I was in a helpless situation where I couldn’t resist.
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised my thumb up to my phone’s home button and used the fingerprint scanner to unlock it. It shook and said it required the password. This sometimes happened when it was in my pants pocket as a result of the heat from my body.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just enter pi, 42 digits after the decimal point, forget the decimal. That’s the passcode to unlock it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah? Are you trying to make an unfunny joke in this sort of situation?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? You don’t know that many digits of pi?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course not, who would bother to remember that or use it as their password? Are you going to try pulling something like you don’t remember it because you’re under stress? Or get it wrong a certain number of times so you have to wait a really long time to enter another password? Are you trying to stall for time, hoping someone will show up to interrupt us?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That might not be such a bad idea, but I’ve got to get to work. I don’t have time for this shit. I’m in hot enough water as it is at work. I’ve at least got to call in to let them know I’m runningte.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. You’re quite calm to still be thinking about work when you might die.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I wouldn’t want to worry my co-worker after all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, I’ll allow you to notify them that you will bete.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But you can only send a text and I need to approve it before you send it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, what’s the real passcode?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I told you, that was it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You can search it up online if you want or I can recite it for you if you don’t trust me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll do both then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She put my phone down on the counter to our side and pulled out her own phone and searched up digits of pi.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Go ahead.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197169.” I recited it in just under seven seconds. I was so used to entering it on my phone that it was effectively muscle memory for the mind.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah? Sorry, what was that? It sounded like you were just mumbling to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry if I went a bit too fast, it’s just easier for me to not mess up when I go fast since it’s sort of like a song to me. 3.1415 - 926535 - 8979 - 323 - 84626 - 43383 - 27950 - 28841 - 97169.” I recited them much slower in the groups of numbers I’d memorized them in.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell? They’re all right. You’re a total nerd, why does Rosa like such a nerd who memorized so many digits of pi for his passcode?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who knows? I’d really like to ask her that as well. Like, aren''t her tastes just weird.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. Totally.” Shepletely agreed with me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh no, not good, I shouldn’t be having such a casual conversation with you when I have a knife to your throat. This is a serious situation.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, what’s wrong with you? Do your job properly and stop cking or the person you’re holding up with a knife will look down on your professionalism as an assassin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, my bad, my bad. Ahem. Annnnyway, where were we? Oh, right, I’ve got to unlock your phone still and make sure you weren’t lying.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She entered the passcode but frowned when it didn’t unlock.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, what the heck? It’s not working.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You probably just messed up when you entered it. Aren''t you a bit careless?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. Give me a sec, I’ve got it this time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A second failure.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You definitely lied. I’m sure I got it that time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You entered an extra number by ident this time. The difficulty of the passcode is not from what it actually is, but rather the ability to patiently input it correctly by hand even under pressure when only given a few attempts before you will get locked out by a time gate.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re saying I’m careless?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s no way I can ept this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She tried three more times but failed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I refuse to ept I didn’t enter it correctly even when I know what it is.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She’d taken several minutes just entering it slowly to make sure but she still found a way to mess it up.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could help but let out a smallugh, “Hahah, your little bit of clumsiness is actually kind of cute.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I-I’m not clumsy, your passcode is the problem, not me. If it was something normal? I’d definitely have gotten it right by now. Hey, you’re actually lying to me about what it is just so you can make fun of me, aren’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t believe me, hand my phone over.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then prove it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright.
<span style="font-weight:400">I received my phone and held it in front of my chest. She leaned in a bit closer to watch me enter it.
<span style="font-weight:400">My fingers moved about rapidly and in six seconds the phone unlocked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell was that? I’m an assassin and I consider my eyesight to be pretty good, but all I saw was a blur. Is this considered a standard skill to possess among normal civilians?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I don’t think so. This is the only number I can enter so fast and it’s only because I’ve entered it so many times that it’s pure muscle memory by this point. If you change the size of the keypad up on me enough, I wouldn’t be able to enter it nearly as fast with such uracy. I’d definitely make some mistakes. I don’t even really think at this point when entering this number on my phone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you really even enter pi just now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I did. I can do it again but go slower if you want.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, please do.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I did it again at a quarter the speed, a very leisurely pace.
<span style="font-weight:400">When the phone unlocked she removed the knife from my throat and pped and eximed, “Ohhhh! So you weren’t lying. It’s kind of cool how fast you can enter it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Is it? Don''t you think it’s a pointless little gimmick?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it is, but somehow it’s interesting to watch. You have me entertained.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you a bit too easy to entertain for an assassin? By the way, is it alright for you to not keep that knife to my throat?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah! Sorry, sorry. We keep getting distracted.” She pressed the knife up against my neck again.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pass me your phone again. I want to get in myself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I locked it and handed it back over to her.
<span style="font-weight:400">She sat down on the counter and had me do the same.
<span style="font-weight:400">With one hand she tried entering the passcode again while casually holding the knife against my throat. It felt like a ratherical scene.
<span style="font-weight:400">She failed five more times and looked at me with a troubled expression, ‘Why can’t I do it? Why is it so hard to enter this stupid number urately?’ That was what her eyes conveyed?
<span style="font-weight:400">I sighed and took the phone back from her. I unlocked it on the sixth attempt to avoid the time gate for the next failed attempt. When I handed it back to her, she smiled and took another crack at it.
<span style="font-weight:400">On her fourteenth attempt, she finally entered it correctly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes! I finally did it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! Good job, good job.” I instinctively congratted her, forgetting about the knife at my throat.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, thanks.” She smiled happily and rubbed the back of her head embarrassedly when she suddenly froze up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell am I doing getting all chummy with you? Ah, not good, I got caught up in your pace.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I thought we were starting to get along pretty well though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you trying to make me develop Lima Syndrome or something?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all, if you felt anything positive toward me that’s definitely not my intention. I don’t need more troublesome women in my life. I’ve already got my hands full.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you wouldn’t want me? How cruel~ and here I aming onto you so hard~”
<span style="font-weight:400">She leaned her body against me. If it wasn’t for the knife at my neck, I mightpletely forget the sort of situation I was in.