Chapter 211.
<strong>Chapter 211. Valentine’s Day: Before Sunrise. (2/2)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are they the first choctes you’ve received from a girl?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry, you were one step behind to be the first. Wisteria nted choctes in my room before she left. She called me early this morning and woke me up just so she could beat you to the punch.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez, that girl is so sneaky~ She said she’d mail hers so they would arrive today. I took her word for it and didn’t even consider that she might preemptively nt her batch of homemade choctes inside your room in secret before she left.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“They’re homemade and not store-bought?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? She didn’t tell you on the phone, was she too embarrassed to mention it with it being her first time? Heheh, as a bit of payback for beating me to the punch, I might as well expose her then.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We cooked food together and all made some homemade choctes for you the first night she slept over. I used the opportunity to have Alicia and Wisteria bond with one another. It was Wisteria’s first time ever cooking and making choctes for someone. Alicia warmed up to Wisteria through that experience when she saw firsthand just how clumsy she was with making choctes. It was only thanks to Alicia’s guidance that Wisteria’s choctes came out so well.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wisteria doesn’t have any experience with cooking despite being an assassin?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, her circumstances aren’t the same as mine after all. But Wisteria is unexpectedly cute with that clumsy inexperienced side of hers. She’s only experienced when ites to matters rted to seduction. As for most other things, includingmon sense, she’s clueless and it’s all foreign territory to her. She waspletely lost in the kitchen and didn’t even know left from right. Her head darted about from left to right in a panic looking to us for the next step.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I imagined Wisteria in front of the stove acting in such a manner I had an urge to dote on her. What’s with this clumsy assassin? Why is she so cute? It really is that gap in her two sides after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Rosa, Wisteria said she was saved by a group of assassins before. Do you know how old she was when that happened?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course I know. I recognized the girl as soon as I saw her for the first time. Her description matched perfectly with what my father described to me one time. It was about four years ago, I was only eleven years old at the time when it happened. Wisteria was seventeen, turning eighteen when my father was hired for a certain job. The contractor had contracted a group of some of the top assassins in the world to destroy a certain institution that abducted his son at a young age for illegal human experimentation purposes. That same institution also created that pitiful girl who’d only ever been treated as a tool to relieve the sexual needs of men.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I was never informed that the girl’s name was Wisteria though. I’d only been told she didn’t have a name when she was found and the researchers at the institution simply referred to her as Test Subject 69. My father suggested to her that if she had no other skills that would allow her to live a normal life outside the facility, that she could use her… unique talents, as an assassin, rather than a simple prostitute. If she did, she could seek vengeance for herself by killing off lowlife men like the ones she’d been forced to service and make them suffer.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“As for why my father said such a thing… when Wisteria was found, she was a soulless empty husk of a person, there was nothing inside her, no will to live or anything. The only thing she knew of was sexual pleasure, that was it. She’d only ever existed to satisfy the sexual desires of men and turn men impotent.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She’d been created solely to be a very special type of assassin, one who ensured a man would be unable to reproduce and pass their superior genes down to their descendants. It was ideal for when you couldn’t kill the person in question, but you wanted to ensure they wouldn’t be able to spawn arge number of highly talented progeny in the future. She was part of a long-term assassination plot that targeted powerful families with superior gics.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My father thought it would be a waste of a potentially incredibly talented future assassin if she just up and died like that so he gave her a choice and tempted her with his words. After Wisteria acquired freedom from that institution, her lifepletely changed when she attended the academy. For the first time, she experienced the world outside of the dark candle-lit room she’d always been locked up inside pleasuring men.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see, so your father was why and how she got into the academy. But isn’t your father awful? He dumped her in the academy and she’s forced to earn money for her daily expenses by now... selling her services.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Actually, it’s not that he didn’t offer to help at all, it’s just that Wisteria refused any financial support. She said she’d survive with money she earned herself. With the environment she’d been raised and brought up in from young, the only thing her body knew of was pleasure derived from sexual activities. Hence why she didn’t have much problem with making use of her abilities to survive on her own.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“ording to her, there’s even actually a different smell, taste, and vor to every guy based on how they react to her. She’s even developed preferences and everything… you just so happened to fit her preferred smell, taste, and vor when she encountered you for the first time. I actually asked her after you left us behind that day why she refused my father’s support at the time, and do you know what she gave for her reason?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell? What was it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because she didn’t like his smell.” Rosaughed to herself as she recalled the scene before she continued, “Wisteria actually pinched her nose at the time as though she’d remembered a truly rancid smell. She said he reeked of the type of guys she’d serviced who didn’t care at all when cheating.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You mean… she can in the literal sense… sniff out a cheater?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I don’t really get how it works. But after you ran off to work that day, I went around with her and we passed by a few guys. When she smelled one she thought was a cheater, we followed them around and I confirmed with my own eyes that they really were cheating on their girlfriends or even wives. She did so for ten guys straight without a single mistake. I was honestly quite impressed by her ability to do so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">A chill ran down my back. What a… terrifying ability. No cheater could hide from such a scary woman. If I hadn’t smelled just right… I wonder how things would have turned out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, I’m going back to cuddle up with Alicia while she pretends to be sick. What are you going to do? Are you still going out?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Since I’m already dressed I might as well.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What a terrible guy. Are you going out to meet yet another woman~” she teased.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m just going somewhere to rx a bit and get some work done.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Why not at least eat something before you go?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Didn’t you just give me something to eat?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, you’re going to eat chocte for breakfast?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I guess so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I opened up the box of chocte Rosa gave me, picked one out, and tossed it in my mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“How is it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“As expected, it’s good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s it? Just good?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Getting me to say anything is good is already the highest degree of praise I can give out. Usually, it would just be a mmm.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jeez, you could at least show a bit more of a reaction. I put so much love into it too~” She poked my left cheek in protest.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If I could, I would, but I’m not the type of person to jump for joy from receiving or eating some chocte.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, it will have to do for now.” She let out a small dejected sigh after she said that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Though you might not have been the first girl to give me choctes for Valentine’s Day, you are still the first girl’s chocte I ate on Valentine’s Day.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Aww, aren’t you sweet? At least letting me have that one.” Rosa’s mood improved noticeably when I informed her of that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“By the way… did you get me anything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I froze up. I’d…pletely forgotten once again because I never had such concerns before. I’d also read too many light novels and manga, and watched too much anime in my earlier years of life that it never even crossed my mind. I was supposed to also prepare something for Valentine’s Day… wasn’t I?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… the thing is… I was actually heading out early this morning to get it. I didn’t expect to run into you so early in the morning.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? I was sure you were just trying to escape though andter act like it slipped your mind what day it had been today. You also said before you were going somewhere to rx and get some work done.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha… the part about going somewhere to rx and get some work done was actually a lie.” I was at the point where I was lying about telling a lie. It had been the truth, my original n for the day was to ck off at the small museum area in the university as usual.
<span style="font-weight:400">But now I had to get something for them in return.
<span style="font-weight:400">Damn, my wallet.
<span style="font-weight:400">The more women you have in your life, the more unexpected expenses thate with it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, just don’t bother getting anything too expensive. After all, you’ve got more than just me to prepare something for, don’t you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… thanks for your consideration of my pitiful wallet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">With that, I exited out the front door and caught the bus. My first stop was a mall on the way to the university.