Chapter 336.


    <strong>Chapter 336. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: Spending the Night with Yuna. (1/5)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eyes were still closed. But I felt a smooth sensation sliding up against my lips. My eyes refused to open.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My brain was in a groggy state.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Some time passed by as I slowly regained my senses.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But before I was able to open my eyes, I felt something warm and moist press against my lips. Something wet hesitantly slipped between my lips in a cautious manner. That warmth between my lips turned hot when it made contact with my tongue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Only then was I able to crack open my eyes a bit. What I saw were a pair of dark brown eyes, but in this poorly illuminated room, they looked almost ck. They were half-closed and staring back at me. Her eyes rippled and two streaks of liquid were visible down her cheeks originating from the corner of her eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She’s been crying? Over what?


    <span style="font-weight:400">No, forget crying. Why’s her face so close?


    <span style="font-weight:400">My tongue twitched when I suddenly regained my rity.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was kissing me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why?


    <span style="font-weight:400">What’s going on here?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Kissing me and crying? I didn’t forcefully kiss her while I was asleep or something, did I? Wait, did I lose myself to lust in a dream and force myself on her?


    <span style="font-weight:400">No, that couldn’t be it. I was in the same position as Ist remembered. I distinctly felt the wall behind me. She was forcing a kiss on me while I was asleep on her own, but she was the one crying about it? What the hell is this unjust treatment?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I don’t understand the situation at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she realized I’d woken up she jerked her head back and a deeply guilty expression crept onto her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This is… just a dream. You’ll forget it when you wake up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Dream my ass. What the hell do you think you’re doing? No, why does it look like you were recently crying?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Crying? I wasn’t crying.” She hid her eyes behind her inner elbow and wiped her eyes and cheeks on it. I pulled her elbow down and looked her dead in the eyes and asked, “What were you crying about?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wasn’t crying about anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You were scared by something. That’s what made you cry, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not scared. I’m... not scared at all.” She held her head in her trembling arms as her face paled and her lips quivered uncontrobly. She was doing her best to remain the usual cool andposed Yuna.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you have a nightmare?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She started hyperventting. Her eyes were dted and shaking violently. Whatever had her scared was reying in her mind as if she could see it in the flesh. She had goosebumps all over her body.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… I don’t want… to see it again. Not that…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She started whipping her head from side to side shaking her head as she slowly lost her senses and her finger dug into her hair and pulled down on it strongly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I raised my arms up, ced my hands on top of hers, and held her head securely in ce. I slowly leaned in and moved closer until our lips gently touched together.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I whispered softly with my eyes fully closed, “Yuna, calm down. I’m right here. You’ve sold your soul to the devil. So long as you’re in the devil’s arms, you’ll always be safe. Nothing can hurt you here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m… safe?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, you are in the safest ce in the world right now. No one can touch you here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No one?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rea… lly?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re… not lying?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not <i><span style="font-weight:400">lying</i><span style="font-weight:400">.” Down. I’m technically sitting.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” She leaned forward and her soft smooth cheek brushed against mine as she lowered her forehead down to rest on my shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few minutes passed by in silence. The initially erratic beating heart I felt through her chest pressed up against mine gradually calmed down. Her stiff trembling body eventually ckened and rxed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You okay now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not even close.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How honest of you. Usually you wouldn’t be honest at all. You’d just put on your tough girl act and say no.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re unfair. You y… dirty.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So, mind telling me what happened?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I had a nightmare.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“All that from just a nightmare?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It felt… so vivid and real. Like it was all really happening. Like I’d really experienced it and it wasn’t just a simple nightmare.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, with all the stress and things that happened today I guess I can see why. What happened in that nightmare of yours?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Does it have something to do with why you kissed me while I was asleep?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“... sorry… about that… I... went and selfishly did something I can’t undo…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well forget about that. What was that nightmare about that it’s got you so shaken up?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It… started off… back when I was surrounded at my apartment.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, about that. Makes sense.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I... got to see... what could have happened if you didn’t appear back there.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“First… my… first kiss was forcibly taken by that disgusting creep. Next, they took my key and pushed me into my apartment. I was pushed down to the ground… those four held my arms and legs down. That guy ripped my clothes open. He satisfied himself with my breasts and came all over my face…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But... it didn’t end there. Malory bent down in front of me and caressed my cheek softly and asked with a gentle tone, ‘Do you hate men now, Yuna?’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“‘I despise this disgusting bastard… but I don’t hate all men like you.’ That was how I responded.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She frowned, shook her head, and said, ‘It can’t be helped, it seems you need more educating on the trash that all men truly are.’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She signaled ‘Dumbass, continue.’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“He… then violently thrust his thing down my throat. Over and over again. While I was vited in this manner, Malory made a call.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“After that guy finished down my throat he pulled out and Malory asked me indifferently, ‘Well?’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“‘I… don’t hate… all men.’ Listless, with my back to the ground vacantly staring up at the ceiling, vomit rolling down the side of my cheeks, I gave that defiant response in tears.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“‘It’s a shame you still haven’t understood yet. I really didn’t want to go this far, but it seems there’s no choice. You won’t learn how garbage men are until you see it with your own eyes.’ She said that while shaking her head and looking down at me like I was pitiful for notprehending.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“At that moment there was a knock on the door. Upon which she said, ‘Well, it seems they’re here.’”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When she opened the door… one by one, men piled into the room en masse until no more could fit… they then… for hours… over and over and over again…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s alright. I get it even without you saying more. It was just a bad dream. It’s over.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“By the end of it… I really dide to hate all men. Cruel. Unable to resist. My powerlessness to resist. That they could look at someone and do such awful things without a single shred of remorse. They’dugh like they derived pleasure when looking down at me from above. They’d spit on me and say all sorts of vile things. She was right, not a single one of them cared. They were all the same.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My first time through life… could all of this really have happened to Yuna? Were some nightmares perhaps things we saw in a parallel timeline we lived through? Those scarily realistic ones at least? I might have mused over such thoughts my first time through life, but as someone who’d returned to his past, it was entirely possible.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If that was the case… and such a thing really happened to Yuna… I really don’t know what I’d do or how I’d react. No… that’s incorrect… my reaction would be… to murder each and every one of them. That’s the normal reaction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If… it really was true… and something she experienced… what would I do in this timeline when it hasn’t happened to her? A sincere desire to kill sprung up in my heart. The bitch who was the root cause behind it. I don’t care what happened to you in the past, it doesn’t mean you’ve got a free pass to do as you please.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If I asked her what she would have done in a hypothetical scenario continuing from the point where they had Yuna surrounded, giving Yuna’s responses on her behalf, and it followed Yuna’s nightmare to a T…