Chapter 348.
<strong>Chapter 348. At a Motel with a Prostitute in the Room Next Door: A Chat with the Prostitute in the Morning. (8/8)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks again. We’ll definitely return theseter once we get her something else to wear.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But what about you? Are you nning to go around wearing what you wore yesterday?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That won’t be a problem, they never got a look at me. It was dark at the time and I was pretty far away so they wouldn’t have been able to make out very well what I was wearing. Yuna’s situation is a different story altogether.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“However, that being the case, I should still change my appearance a bit. Malory did see me together with Yuna at work before, though I was in my work clothes at the time and behind the counter. I should at least do something about my face. Do you have any styling paste?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Styling paste? No. But I do have mousse.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That should do I guess. It might actually be better that I don’t use styling paste.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She retrieved the bottle of mousse and handed it over to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned away from her, sprayed some onto my right hand then brushed my hand from front to back to spike it up and back. It waspletely different from how I styled it before I could legally work.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out a small container I didn’t think I’d be using so soon again. It was a good thing I still kept it on me in case an emergency came up and I needed an impromptu disguise. I still had the pink ones from Izora as well since I hadn’t found the chance to return them. I definitely wouldn’t use those embarrassing pink ones if I didn’t have to though.
<span style="font-weight:400">I put in my blue colored contacts with my left hand before I turned back to her and asked, “How is it? Do you think you’d recognize me on the street if you only saw me once before?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… no… I don’t think I’d recognize you at all. Hey, is this how you normally look?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. Do I look that weird?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Weird… no… you look pretty good actually. A bit dangerous even. It’s kind of hot.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I rolled my eyes. “Hot? Please spare me the lip service. It looks weird.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m being serious though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure you are. I’m not falling for something like that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The gloominess in your expression decreases significantly with your hair like this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head, “As if changing my hair a bit more would fix my gloomy face.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It really does look good. I like it. You should style your hair like this more often if this isn’t the norm for you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No way. I’m not wasting money on pointless hair products unless there is a practical purpose for it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Looking good is practical.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not in my books.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Your girlfriend must have a hard time dealing with a guy like you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, she does. I don’t even know what she saw in me to begin with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s such a waste, really. But… maybe it’s better that you don’t normally style your hair like this…”
<span style="font-weight:400">I ced my hand on the doorknob about to turn it when she asked, sounding a bit lonely despite already knowing the answer, “You’re going?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. Until the next time we meet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When I opened the door and stepped outside, she hesitantly spoke up again, “Uh… you never told me your name.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You didn’t tell me yours either, so we’re equal. No need to tell me now though. Assuming I live through this ordeal, if… no, when we do meet again in the future, we can introduce ourselves to each other then. Hopefully, when that timees, you won’t be putting yourself down and you’ll be able to hold your head up high and tell me your name with pride. I’ll look forward to and be more than happy to hear your name at that time. Damn, now that I think about it, aren’t I raising some serious death gs here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You are. So to break that g, I’ll give you the name I go by on the street rather than my real name. It’s Kitty.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Kitty? Okay, I’ll remember it. Then, you can call me Devthor.” The devil author.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Devthor? What a strange name.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, it is. I just made it up on the spot after all.” I kind of like it though. I think I’ll make it a new pen name and start publishing some stories under it in the future.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, are you nning to rack up infamy on the street going by that name or something?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t know if I will. But right now, you’re the first person to ever hear this name. If you hear it from anyone else, you can be confident that they’re referring to me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“But one more thing… if anyone asks what I look like, never tell them a thing about me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, my lips are sealed. I’ll keep everything about you to myself.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks. You’ve been a great help.”
<span style="font-weight:400">After that, I returned to Yuna who’d patiently awaited my return. Naturally, she was ticked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Be right back, huh?” She grumbled quietly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… you heard how things went.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You expect me to change into that? Just because we did it, do I look like a slut to you now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Look, you should realize this is the best sort of disguise if you don’t want to be caught.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I refuse… is what I’d say if I had a choice in the matter, but circumstances don’t allow me to be picky. But I will definitely remember this for as long as I live. I promise you, I will absolutely, without a doubt, use this against you in the future.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hahaha… how scary.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously… making me dress like a prostitute. What kind of terrible guy do I like?”
<span style="font-weight:400">In a bad mood, she snatched the outfit out of my hands and entered the bathroom.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not going to ask me to change your clothes for you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Would you like to die?” She turned her head and shot me a deathly re from over her shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… you’ll go to prison you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll kill myself after so I can haunt you for eternity in the afterlife.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’d follow me even in death? You must really love me, huh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...” She shut the door behind her in silence without another word.
<span style="font-weight:400">I approached the door andughed, “Hahaha, hey, don’t be like that. I love you~ Yuna,” I teased her a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How cruel, not even saying it back.” It was truly a shame I couldn’t see how she reacted. Did she have that usual cool andposed expression on her face, was she flustered behind that door, or was she upset because of my flippant attitude when saying it? I had no way to know.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Never say that again. I think I threw up in my mouth a bit.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The door suddenly swung open after she said that.
<span style="font-weight:400">A girl I didn’t recognize at all appeared in front of me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow... I can’t even tell it’s you.” I scrutinized her with a strange look on my face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“As expected, this image doesn’t suit me at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Actually… you look... shockingly good.” There was a bunch of ck text on her white top. The contours of her body were greatly emphasized. A slender waist that curved outward around her hips. The light blue denim mini skirt fit snugly in ce. She’d tied her hair up under the wig and the short brown shoulder-length hair worked perfectly with the look she had right now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What am I supposed to do about my handbag though?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, Ipletely forgot about that. Uh, well, we could wrap it up in my jacket to hide it for now. I’ll just have to drive without it on and you can keep your hand back on yourp with my jacket covering it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That should work.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then we should get going now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, let’s hurry up and check out. I’m sick of this ce already.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I put the sheet down on the bed then took a quick recording of the condition of the room right before the two of us headed out. I recorded up until we made it to the front desk.
<span style="font-weight:400">When we checked out, the woman at the front desk left to inspect the room before she returned the security deposit. As expected, when she got back, she tried to make up some fictitious damage that wasn’t there to try and keep the security deposit. But when I showed her the videos I’d taken before we arrived and after we left the room and threatened to call the police to review the footage and settle the dispute, she shut her mouth and begrudgingly handed over my security deposit.
<span style="font-weight:400">She naturally cursed me out for being such a cheap petty bastard in front of Yuna, but I naturally couldn’t care less. I was just happy so long as I got my hundred-dor deposit back. The length I’d gone to, to ensure I wasn’t scammed, and got it all back, had all been worth it.
<span style="font-weight:400">I left in a great mood, unlike Yuna who was still grouchy over the attire she’d been forced to wear.