Chapter 352.
<strong>Chapter 352. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (4/10)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“How the hell is yer girlfriend asleep right now through all of this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not asleep. That loud rumble woke me up earlier. I just thought I might as well enjoy myst moments alive rxing rather than panicking.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I turned to Yuna and her eyes were open.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hurry up, let’s swap clothes.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yuna stood up and unabashedly started stripping in a calm fashion.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shouldn’t yuh be a bit more hesitant?” The short blond-haired girl asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I could die if I hesitate.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right… uh… do yuh mind lookin away?” She asked me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.” I closed my eyes and turned away in the opposite direction as she simrly stripped. When they were done the two of them were in each other’s clothes. The girl rubbed her own face and smeared it on Yuna’s forehead, cheeks, arms, and legs.
<span style="font-weight:400">When they were done she snuck Yuna into the garage area by hiding her behind baldy’s back. Baldy had a bunch of other guys form a wall to keep her hidden and out of sight.
<span style="font-weight:400">I sat down on the chair when the short-haired blond girl suddenly straddled myp facing me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If we do sometin like this, they won’t see yer face. Yuh don’t want em to see yer face here, do yuh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well… it’s true that it would be ideal if they don’t see my face here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then don’tin. I’m makin a huge sacrifice for yuh here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My vision suddenly went dark as I felt something soft squeezing against my cheeks. She’d pulled the skimpy top over my head and didn’t even have a bra underneath it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell! You don’t need to go this far!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Shut up, dumbass. They’rein. Just keep yer mouth shut, don’t say a word, and keep movin yer hands to make yerself look like a lecher who’s too lost in his lust to even notice his surroundings.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She grabbed my hands and ced them on her chest before she started to grind her groin up against me.
<span style="font-weight:400">How the hell did I end up in this sort of ungodly position!
<span style="font-weight:400">The door suddenly opened up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Woah, you provide this sort of service to customers at the entrance to your shop?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-W-What the hell do you think you’re doing Shia!” It was Lea’s voice, but it was the one I was familiar with. Not the cold one I’d heard outside just now.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What am I doin? What does it look like I’m doin? I’m havin some fun like I always do when you’re out and about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Get a room if you’re going to do that sort of thing! And you’re saying you always do this when I’m out? I’m going to have to give you some serious re-educatingter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cut me some ck. I was so pissed off hearin this bastard talk that I had to find somewhere te let off some steam. This was the quickest way. My entire body feels dirty just hearin this asshole’s voice. The only way to cleanse my body is doing this sort of thin.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now, now. Lea, no need to interrupt her servicing your valuable customer here. Hahaha. Rat’s are willing to fuck anywhere and everywhere after all. She’s merely being true to what she is, a lowly street rat.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather be a street rat than swine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve got a mouth, huh? I’ll remember you. When we take down Faceless in the future, I’ll be sure to let your body remember what it feels like to be dominated by the swine you detest so much. I’m sure it’ll feel wonderful watching you squirm under me with boundless hatred in your eyes as the people you care the most for are killed directly before your eyes and the women in your gang are turned into sex toys.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why don’t you go back and stick your dick in one of yourckey’s assholes and enjoy that?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hehehe, keep running your mouth, girl. You’ll be the one to regret it. Now then, Lea, let’s continue our tour.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right…” When Lea passed by us, she said, “I’ll deal with your re-education after this.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Their tour through the shop continued. Malory and the Swastika gang leader were very thorough, they were looking through everyst inch of the ce. They even took a look in the garbage bin to make sure nobody was hiding inside it. They searched through the ce from top to bottom, but they didn’t find the people they were looking for hidden inside the shop anywhere.
<span style="font-weight:400">After an hour of them searching through the ce from top to bottom, they eventually gave up and left empty-handed. The crisis… had narrowly been averted, and thankfully, they didn’t get a look at me. I could still use my current appearance as part of my disguise for the n I had in mind without having to worry about being caught.
<span style="font-weight:400">Only when they left did Shia get off of me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for your help.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yuh owe me one.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I do. Big time.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ehehehem!” The person who just cleared their throat as they opened the door and entered in the absolute worst mood imaginable was Lea. “Do you two care to exin what the hell all of that was about?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lea, he’s the kidnapper they were looking for, but he says he’s not a kidnapper and it was his girlfriend who was about to be raped by their people. Te begin with, she was never kidnapped. He intervened and got her outta that situation.” Shia shot out a rapid-fire answer obviously afraid of the re-education Lea mentioned before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hah?” Lea’s jaw hung open slightly ajar as she tried to process the nuclear bomb that had just been dropped all in one go.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s… the… kidnapper?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not a kidnapper.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That voice… it sounds a bit familiar. Where have I heard it before? Hey, do I know you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Lea, you don’t recognize him?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No. But… his voice… it is familiar.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Does it help if I do this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I ced my right-hand index finger in front of my eye and took out one of my colored contacts.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You got ck eyes, not blue?” Shia had a quizzical expression on her face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Correct, they’re ck.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Colored contacts? ck eyes? ck hair…” Lea mumbled to herself before she continued, “it feels like I’m on the verge of remembering, but I’m not quite there yet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. About eight weeks ago, at the motorcycle training course, you gave me this there. Is that enough to jog your memory?” I held up the handwritten business card between my index and middle finger.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The motorcycle training course… ah! It’s you! The punk who took my face mask and sucked at riding!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You could at least remember me as the kind person who paid for your food.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, right, that happened too, didn’t it? But… why’d you suddenly show up here now? Did your motorcycle break down or need repairs?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you mind if we talk alone?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alone?” She frowned, it was obvious she was on guard against me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re concerned Swastika sent me to try something and you want to keep your gun pointed at me at all times while we talk and not get close to you, I’m fine with that. You can handcuff or bind my arms and legs if that’ll make you feel safe. If you need to have me searched for weapons you’re free to do so. I don’t have anything to hide. I need your cooperation.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cooperation? For what?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d rather not say it out loud in the open.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Didn''t yuh say yuh were here because of that girlfriend you came here with?
<span style="font-weight:400">“He… came here with his girlfriend? You mean… the girl they were looking for?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yup. I swapped out with her so she could blend in with everyone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you crazy! We could all be dead if she was caught disguised as one of us! Where is she!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“She was in disguise before she even came here. We smeared her face with splotches of grease so she’d blend in better. There’s no way she woulda bin recognized.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m right here,” Yuna entered from the garage and made her presence known.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? You do... lookpletely different from the picture they showed me. Did you go as far as cutting and dying your hair?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Yuna shook her head, pulled her wig up, and rified, “No, it’s a wig.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a miracle they didn’t find you here. Look, I’m sorry to say this, but the two of you should leave and get out of the city. I despise Swastika so I won’t out you, but I can’t afford a war breaking out with Swastika because of the two of you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Before you have us leave, can I at the very least talk to you alone first?”