Chapter 320.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 320. Troubling Developments: An Obnoxious Group of Customers. (1/4)


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    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey…” I abruptly broke the silence between us behind the counter on this slow Saturday at work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it all of a sudden?” The ck-haired beauty beside me coolly beckoned me to continue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna… as a writer, do you ever have a storye to you in a weird dream?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Since I stopped disguising myself and no longer had to keep my age a secret since the agreement with the Owner to fire me if anyone found out my real age was only in ce until I turned sixteen. As that was the case, I’d revealed the truth to Yuna the first day we worked together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was pretty sharp after all, it was unlikely that she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that I was Sean. And unlike your typical naive air-headed girl at her age, I knew she could easily keep secrets.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’d kept several things hidden from me for quite some time after all, and I only discovered them by sheer chance. Her true thoughts, being one of those things. I was never able to see through what she was really thinking in the past after all. She had a rock-solid mask that made it impossible to see anything behind it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Though, ever since I found her stories online she opened up a lot more around me. I guess we’d gotten a bit closer despite how we spent less time together at work these days. We both kept things hidden from each other, hence why she didn’t seem very impacted by the fictional nature of Sean.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her reaction to the grad reveal was quiteckluster even. She just raised an eyebrow and asked in an unimpressed tone, ‘Is that it?’


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Where’s thising from all of a sudden?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nowhere really. I was a bit curious about where writers came up with some of their stories.” Initially, after she found out the truth about me, there was a short period where we weren’t interacting exactly the same, but it didn’t take long before things returned to just business as usual.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, to satiate your curiosity, some stories I write doe to me in dreams.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you have some sort of strange dream of your own that you wanted to share?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… I did have a really... weird dream recently.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, a weird dream? What was it about?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, you can’t just bring it up and not tell me about it.” She closed the book in her right hand, a gesture she only ever made when her curiosity had been piqued and she was genuinely interested.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Was it a dream about a woman?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… yes... and no I guess.” I was a bit troubled over this bizarre dream I had yesterday early in the morning. It was definitely a result of what happened with Ang.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t bring myself to talk about it…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you do something shameful with Rosa in it? Maybe a wet dream? That would certainly be a bit scandalous considering how she’s still in high school. Ah, right, I forgot… you’re also in high school, aren’t you, Shh- no, Ran.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Our rtionship really hadn’t changed much. Even though she knew I was in high school, she still unconsciously thought of me as a university student like her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. Rosa wasn’t involved.” I didn’t make a big deal out of her near slip. Since my identity to others was Sean’s little brother, it wasn’t strange even if Yuna identally called me that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh? If it wasn’t Rosa… could it be…” she grinned before she continued, “Alicia then? That would be quite bad. Your girlfriend’s best friend. You’d truly be the worst sort of guy if you had a wet dream about Alicia.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It‘spletely unrted to Alicia.” I rolled my eyes. If it was about Alicia I’d have been overjoyed at how normal a dream it was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… it wasn’t Rosa or Alicia? Wait. You better not have brought this up because it was about me. I’m sorry but I can’t ept your feelings.” I was mercilessly rejected when I didn’t even confess to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It had nothing to do with you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? Then there’s another girl?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you assuming I’m having wet dreams about girls I know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so you’re saying it’s a celebrity or someone you don’t know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I’m saying a woman was in the dream but the weird thing about that dream wasn’t specifically about the woman but rather what happened.” Though I did have a feeling Ang was part of the problem in the grand scheme of things when I tried to decode the meaning of that dream.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I unconsciously had weird ideas spring into my head because of what happened with her. What happened in the dream sort of paralleled what happened in real life. At first nce, it all seemedpletely random and nonsensical but there was an undeniable corrtion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well… have you ever seen the insides of a woman before?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? What’s with that oddly worded question?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s just say I saw a lot more than I wanted to in that dream.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re being so vague that it’s annoying.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you fuck a woman in that dream or not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The only answer I can give to that is inconclusive.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Inconclusive? What the hell? Did you wake up before you got to the good part and get blue balled?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I did wake up gasping to catch my breath right before things turned into pure degeneracy. It was more of a nightmare to me than anything else. I actually woke up twice. The first time I randomly woke up nothing problematic happened. I just thought it was a kind of funny dream so I jotted down what happened so I wouldn’t forget. When I fell back to sleep, I guess that’s when shit hit the fan.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So a two-part dream with thetter turning into a nightmare.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And you refuse to tell me any of the specifics?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. It’s definitely NSFW and rather inappropriate.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How boring, and here I thought I’d be able to leach some content off you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sorry, I already wrote it out and n to publish it…


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What about you, Yuna? Have any weird dreamstely?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Weird dreams?” She tilted her head my way and peeked at me before she answered, “That would constitute sexual harassment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Wait, you have?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have. I only had this weird dream once though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What was it about?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You sure you want to know?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re willing to tell me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then… it was a dream where I was working.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? That’s it? What’s weird about that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you were in it is what’s weird.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I see. That is a bit weird. Why would you have a dream about another average day of work?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, this dream only happened shortly after we started working together only on Saturdays.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I see. Then it’s probably rted to how poorly you got along with Rosa in the beginning, don’t you think? You probably missed the simple and quieter days, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I was working, handling small talk with the customer as per the usual while scanning their goods. Then out of nowhere, you came up behind me and started… nk.” She said that rather suggestively.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can you guess what you did in my dream in front of the customer?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How would I know? What would I go behind you for?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, wouldn’t you like to know? But you know what else is weird. I looked away from the customer, behind me, at what you were doing, and when I looked at the customer next, the customer had turned into Rosa.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The dream makes a bit of sense though.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it does. It also makes sense why the two of them embraced each other and made out in front of me when Alicia suddenly entered the store.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell sort of weird dreams are you having?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know. It was weird, okay? I’ve kept it to myself up until now and haven’t told anyone about it. It’s way too embarrassing. Just what the hell am I dreaming about?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But on a serious note, what exactly was I doing behind you in your dream?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The key to being an author is to leave certain things to the reader’s imagination, don’t you think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you’re saying you’ll leave it to me to decide what happened and you won’t tell me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. So, what’s the first thing that came to mind that you were doing? Whatever it is, tells you a lot about a person.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Was it something inappropriate?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe, maybe not. What sort of inappropriate thing are you thinking exactly?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Noment.” I averted my eyes away to the side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How suspicious. Should I take a guess what you thought it was?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather you not.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Did you think of…” she moved close to my ear and whispered one word, “sex?”