Chapter 325.<h4><b>Chapter 325. Troubling Developments: My New Responsibility at Work is… (2/4)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Now that’s the spirit and enthusiasm I was looking for~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Spirit and enthusiasm… right… that’s what this is… it’s definitely not because of what you might have been nning to do.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? I was just going to help you change. I wasn’t going to do anything weird. Nothing at all~ but maybe you have some strange ideas toward your boss when you’ve already got a… no, two girlfriends already?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Yeah… because you definitely weren’t thinking of recording me or anything of the sort just now, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Recording? Me? Never~ I don’t have such strange hobbies~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then what was with the phone in your hand that looked like you were ready to start recording?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that? It wasn’t anything special. You’re overthinking things.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She definitely wanted to hold the humiliating footage of when I put it on over me for her own entertainment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you definitely weren’t thinking of showing it to others and cracking dirty jokes at my expense like, ‘look at this inexperienced clumsy boy trying to prate Yuna from behind for the first time, he even needed help from someone else to get in the right hole’?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not at all~ who would ever make such vulgar jokes?” Was what came out of her mouth, but her eyes screamed, ‘Are you stupid? Of course it was! What other reason could there be~’


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nowe,e, let’s show Yuna and see what she thinks of the store’s new mascot character?” The Owner dragged me out of the backroom into the store. As soon as Yuna looked our way, shepletely stopped moving.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her grip ckened as her book slowly slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna~ what do you think? The store’s new mascot character looks cute, right~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“C-Cute? Is that what it looks like to you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course. What does it look like to you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ehem. No, if you say it’s cute... I’ll take your word for it.” She stiffly bent over and picked up the book that slipped out of her hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yuna, how does it feel?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How does what feel?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why of course, Ran being the first boy to prate inside you~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna’s body froze up as the book fell out of her hand while she was still bent over picking it up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Owner, that’s a very unpleasant and crude joke.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Crude? It would have been crude if I asked how it felt to have a man with a girlfriend prate inside you to your core and warm you up from the inside out.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Owner, this is tant sexual harassment.” Yuna’s entire body trembled as she desperately fought to maintain herposure.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sexual harassment? What do you mean? We’re just talking about Ran being inside the Yuna mascot costume. Did you have some sort of weird misunderstanding?” The Owner grinned mischievously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“N-No… forget it...” Yuna took a deep breath in, rposed herself, and picked up her book again. She turned her attention back to reading her book and ignored the Owner’s presence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After the Owner got the reaction she wanted to see out of Yuna, she didn’t bother her anymore and let her return to what she was doing. I was dragged outside inside the Yuna costume and provided a moderately sized portable whiteboard and marker. She set me up at the center of the road on a grassy patch between opposingnes of traffic.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold the whiteboard up while I write out today’s sale.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, don’t forget you’re not supposed to talk while you’re in this. You just nod or shake your head. If someone does talk to you, you just write out your response on the other side of the whiteboard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded in understanding.


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">She squatted down low on the ground in front of me while I held the whiteboard out in front of her at waist level as she wrote on it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Make sure you enter the store through the back entrance when you’re done, not the front. You got that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded as I looked down at her purple head of hair bobbing up and down as she wrote on the whiteboard from above. If seen from a different angle… this… would probably look a bit sketchy.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I looked up at a car as it drove by, I noticed the driver’s look of shock transform into one of understanding when they drove past our side and realized she was just writing something on the whiteboard I was holding.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, are you having a few dirty thoughts right now?” She looked up at me from below as her hand stopped in ce and she asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A bit startled, I vehemently shook my head from left to right.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She stood up, looked me in the eye as she patted me on my shoulders, and said, “Alright~ it’s done~ now all you need to do is stand here and spin and wave this around a bit to catch people’s attention and direct them to our store for the next hour. I’ll head inside and exin the sale to Yuna so she isn’t caught off guard. The sale will onlyst for the hour that you’re outside.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without further ado, she left me behind without giving me any further instructions. I guess she nned to let me figure out what to do myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Honestly, this wasn’t actually too bad. At least, right now since it wasn’t hot. When summer came around, I’m sure it’d be awful, but for now, I didn’t mind it that much. No one could see my face inside this costume and I didn’t even need to talk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a little embarrassing wearing it, but I’d eventually be numb to it. Overall, I didn’t hate this sort of arrangement nearly as much as I thought I would. It would have been apletely different story if she expected me to talk to people while in this thing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As I was curious about what was on sale I took a look. There were a couple of items we were overstocked on. But there was one item I cursed. Alicia’s favorite drink was 50% off. It was written in thergest font among the other items. She even dropped a line boasting about its poprity, exclusivity, and how good this local specialty drink was. Act fast within the next hour was also written.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a ploy to get new customers hooked on this cursed drink. With summer approaching, I could only imagine how much more frequently I’d have to restock this cursed product that haunts me every day. I wish whoever was responsible for making it in this city would just kick the bucket or retire. They must have been putting addictive drugs in this shit. The same way a certain sodapany contained cocaine in the past.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Twenty minutes passed by as I did what had been requested of me when I suddenly heard the loud rumble of an engine in the distance behind me. It was a sound I was ustomed to now and I didn’t think too much about it. The motorcycle I heard was heading in the direction I was currently facing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before it reached my side, the light at the intersection ahead turned red. I shed my sign at drivers who were turning at the intersection and headed my way until they stoppeding.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was only then that I noticed the sound of the rumbling engine was directly to my side now. There were a few cars lined up in front of me. I turned, intending to sh my sign at the other drivers further back in the queue of cars when I stopped halfway as my eyesnded on the motorcyclist to my side.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’s really a small world. I couldn’t help but have that thought as my eyes wandered down to her bare left leg. The road terrorist had appeared. It seemed she was obeying trafficws today since she was on her street-legal motorcycle.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As soon as she realized I was staring at her, she averted her attention away from me back to the car in front of her. She definitely didn’t know it was me, but I obviously wouldn’t voluntarily give that information away to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This was my third encounter with this girl, the self-proimed gang leader. Faceless, was it? Some alleged gang I’d never heard of before.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To avoid getting involved with her I turned all the way around and walked past her to advertise to the drivers behind her. When I made it far enough I turned back around only to discover her looking back over her shoulder at me. She quickly turned her attention back to the front when she realized she’d been caught staring at me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s with her? Do I look that weird? Is she finding it hard to believe someone is seriously wearing this and diligently working?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I walked past her and returned to my original spot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When the light turned green, to my relief, she drove off into the distance never to be seen again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That is… until five minutester when she came to a stop at the red light in the oppositene of travel facing me with the intersection separating us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">What the hell…