Chapter 185.


    <strong>Chapter 185. An Awkward Encounter in a Public Washroom. (5/9)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<span style="font-weight:400">Uh, can I please let my workce know I’m runningte?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.” She handed my phone back and allowed me to send a text.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I typed out a text to Alicia, ‘I’m running a bitte for work. Please cover for me, something unexpected popped up. Please let management know for me.’’


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is my co-worker I’m texting.” I rified the recipient to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, you can send it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">After it was sent sessfully she snatched my phone back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What did you even want my phone for in the first ce?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. That’s right… what did I want it for again?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, don’t go and forget your original intention. Are you really an assassin in her third year at the academy? How old are you? You’re at least 21, right? Are you really going to be okay if you’re like this as an assassin?” Somehow I found myself lecturing her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This… is a first time for me, okay? This weird sort of situation has never happened before. I’m actually at the top of the third-year assassins in the academy… to be asked if I’m going to be okay… by a normal civilian, I kind of want to cry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, it must be hard. The academy gave out a weird mission after all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ahhhhh! You''re right! This is all the academy’s fault for making such a strange mission! It’s not my fault at all, okay? You got that? It’s the academy’s fault for not revealing what the clear condition for the mission was and only specifying a target. Yeah, yeah, it’s not my fault. I can’t be med for this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So… my phone. Would you return it if you forgot?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Give me a sec, let me try to remember. What did we say that led up to me taking your phone?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm, I recall correctly it was something about how you don’t despise all cheaters, only the ones who cheat without feeling anything about it. Then you went on bbing about your weird fetish without any shame. Something about your ideal type.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! That’s right, that’s right! I remember now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re really okay, right? I mean, to be reminded by your target is a bit… scuffed, don’t you think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… I can’t even argue that. But… so be it. I’ve alreadye this far and put in so much effort to unlock your phone just once. I can’t retreat after all that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She fiddled with my phone and I suddenly heard ringing as she held it up to her ear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, who are you calling?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who else? Obviously Rosa.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why the hell are you calling her?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to bring her down here and threaten her with your life of course. I’ll make her watch helplessly as I toy with the boyfriend she’s in love with.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If she dares to try anything while I do so, you’ll be impotent. Will she dare try to kill me at the risk of turning you impotent? Or will she bear with it until our little game is over? If she can really stand you cheating, she’ll be able to save you from bing impotent so long as youst longer than thirty seconds. Which do you think your girlfriend will value more? Your ability to please her, your safety, or simply the desire to kill me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m truly curious what she’ll choose. Will she sacrifice your life as a man, your life, both, or neither? Just thinking about it is turning me on. Well, Mr. Boyfriend, as the man who is closest to her, which do you personally think she’ll choose?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A deep frown formed on my face as the muscles in my face ckened when I realized she still intended to go on with the game she stipted before and even give Rosa a front-row seat to watch in person.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do you have to do this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why? It’s really just because I’m pretty turned on right now. The way you’ve been resisting so much has flipped my switch to max. Imagining you resisting with everything you have to not cum while your girlfriend watches on helplessly, it’s too much for me to resist.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then, if I don’t resist, you’ll be turned off?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s toote to turn my switch off by not resisting~ it doesn’t work that way silly~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. Is there really no way?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Just you asking that gets me hot and bothered. You only know how to push all my buttons.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hello?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heya, is this Rosa~?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... who is this and why are you calling from my boyfriend’s number?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you see~ I’ve actually got your boyfriend hostage~ he’s with me right now actually~ we’re about to y a little game where his life is on the line and I’d like you to attend. Oh, but don’t try anything funny, okay~ if you do… I’ll definitely kill him right away even if he is my type~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Where are you?” Rosa didn’t panic and calmly asked. She’d understood she was a fellow assassin and this wasn’t some sort of prank.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re inside a men’s public washroom. You’ll see a guy standing guard outside, just tell him you were called here by a woman and he’ll let you in. I’ll text you the exact location on the map right now. Hurry up though, if you don’t, your boyfriend will never be able to go to work~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a moment of silence, when Rosa received the text, she said, “I’ll be there in five minutes.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The call disconnected, Rosa hung up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright,e with me, let me just inform that impotent loser outside.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She dragged me along to the exit. She kept the knife to my neck and kept me hidden around the corner where the man outside couldn’t see.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? Are you finally done?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nope~ I called his girlfriend, she’s on the way, when she gets here, be sure to let her in~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, you’re so bad. Are you going to make her watch? Do you need me to restrain her while you do so? Is it alright if I y around with her a bit?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, you stay outside to keep a lookout and prevent anyone else from entering. It would be bad if anyone came in and saw. I have some handcuffs on hand, I can cuff her to something and she’ll be forced to watch helplessly.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Damn, this is quite the nice service you offer. If I’d known, I would have definitely requested this instead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hahah, there’s always next time.” She winked at him before she turned back into the washroom and a disgusted expression appeared on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It really is utterly repulsive when they don’t resist at all.” She grumbled as she dragged me along in tow and sat back down on the counter with me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know, it’s actually really hard to find guys that resist to the bitter end like you. They usually cave pretty easily, so I never get this turned on. When I’ve finally found my ideal, how could I possibly let him slip away so easily?” She slipped her hand under her skirt then pulled it out for me to see.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve never even gotten wet for a target before, you’re my first time. Does it make you happy knowing you''re a first for a girl like me?” She separated her index and middle finger revealing a string of fluid between them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not happy at all. I’d be happiest if you just let me off the hook and leave.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, it’s that type of response that gets me off the most.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stuck her fingers into my mouth and wiped them on my tongue. I was given a direct taste of the nectar that coated her two fingers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If I’m not careful, things might end with more than just a little blowjob. I might not be able to hold back.” She whispered that in my ear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I decided to keep my mouth shut and not utter another word. It seemed everything I said would work against me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t lower myself to intentionally fall for her temptations. It went against everything my personality stood for. To easily give into lust was something I strongly opposed. I’d programmed myself that way. The time with Irene was a moment of weakness. The times with her after that was… well, I was cornered until our rtionship just became that way.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But this random girl I only met today, I wouldn’t permit myself to give in to her so easily. I’d resist until the bitter end, biding my time and patiently waiting for some sort of opportunity that would allow me to reverse the situation I found myself in. A path would eventually open up for me to escape as long as I didn’t concede defeat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At least, that was what I hoped.