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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 356.

Chapter 356.

    Chapter 356.


    <strong>Chapter 356. Forming a Strategic Alliance. (8/10)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’d love to, but I can’t. If I die, there’s one girl who won’t get to live a very long life.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, one of them can only live until she’s about forty. So long as I’m alive, the contract I have with her should allow her to keep living. Her situation is prettyplicated, but she’s sort of like a little sister to me now despite us not being rted by blood or having any family.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sort of like one?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“She’d be considered the fifth I guess.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It sounds like there is truly no limit to your womanizing.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can we get back to the contract?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose we should. I’m going to lose it if I hear any more of your absurd exploits with women. It’s too ridiculous and I’m more inclined to believe you’re making it all up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wonder how she’d react if I told her about Ang. She’d definitely think everything I said up to now was a lie so it was best to keep my mouth shut when it came to her. The same for Irene, Alicia’s mother.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. I wish I was. Life would be so much easier if I was.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“At least you didn’t hide it I guess. You earned a little bit of my trust. Just a little though. If this contract really works the way you say it does, maybe I’ll really believe you’re a devil after all. Only a real devil could seriously deceive so many women to be in a rtionship with him at once.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve finished writing out the full contract with all the conditions on my end. You can read it over and fill in the two nks and the one condition of your choice.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright… I’ll fill it out. Leave while I figure out what to fill it in with.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. Just please don’t make it something impossible like wanting some exorbitant sum of money or expensive material possession from me. I''m not rich and pretty broke so I’m trusting that you won’t be too unreasonable with your demand. If the condition turns out to be impossible for me to fulfill, the contract will be void and ripped up. Just for the record, I included that as an annulment use.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Tsk. And here I thought I was going to make some good money.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So you were thinking about making it money?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course it was an option I was considering. Now I’ll need to rethink it since you put such a stiption in.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Look, the stiption also protects you as well. If it turns out that I can’t deliver on the cut appearing on my left hand when you say that phrase, the contract is void as well.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, good point.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, I’ll leave you to think it over.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll tell you when toe back in.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">I exited the room for the second time and stood with my back to the door as I patiently waited for her to sign the contract.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After thirty long minutes passed by, she finally signed it. It seemed she put a lot of thought into her condition. I knew without her even saying anything thanks to my body’s reaction. The heart abnormalities were followed by a worse than usual sour taste at the back of my mouth. How bad a deal had I struck this time for it to be this sour? Just what the hell was her condition?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You signed it, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Uh… no… I haven''t signed it yet.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re lying, you definitely signed it. And whatever that condition is, it’s something awful, isn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How can you tell I signed it? Did you leave a camera in here somewhere?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, I didn’t. But there’s a really sour taste at the back of my mouth right now. I can taste it when a contract is signed and I receive your soul.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But it’s the truth.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...” She suddenly fell silent and I didn’t hear a response.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is it fine if Ie in now?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Why not?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few secondster I cried out, “Ahhhh!” I felt a terrible pain from the back of my left hand. My face soured when I raised it up and took a look at it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What happened!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You... chose a star the first time, why the hell did you pick... a heart of all things this time?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? A heart? Wait, how did you know I picked a heart?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you not just say the phrase or word you chose?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… no…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Liar, you definitely did.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come inside, let me see it. I don’t believe you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I opened the door, raised my hand, and turned it to her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she saw it, her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How’d you know? You’re lying, there must be a hidden camera somewhere.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She jumped out of her seat and ran up to me to inspect the back of my hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is this even really blood? It’s not fake, is it?” She pulled my hand toward her lips, stuck out her tongue, and licked it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the hell are you doing!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It... really tastes like blood. And… the cut is real, more blood’s evening out. Did you actually just randomly guess both the timing and the shape of the cut?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. It just appeared on its own. If you want to test it for yourself, you can try it and watch it appear in real-time directly before your eyes. Just say the phrase or word you chose.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… rather than outright say it… how about we talk a little. I’ll slip the phrase in randomly while we talk. That way there won’t be any mistake.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Isn’t just seeing the cut appear in real-time more than enough proof?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No…” she averted her eyes to the side awkwardly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaaah. Fine, let’s have a little chat. But what should we chat about now?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh, let’s sit down first.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sat down, but Lea didn’t immediately take her seat. Rather she dragged it around the desk to my side and sat down on it facing me with both legs perched on the edge knees up to chin level.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is there a reason you’re sitting on my side so close?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s to make sure nothing is going on below the counter where I can’t see.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Face me too so I can make sure you’re not pulling any tricks in secret with your right arm I can’t see.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. You really don’t want to fall for a fast one, huh?” I rotated my chair to face her head-on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve seen my fair share of con artists on the street using sleight of hand growing up.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold your hands out straight.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Whatever makes you happy.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I extended them out straight in front of me so she could see everything. What caught me off guard though was she grabbed them, ced them on her knees, and held them in ce with each hand holding my fingers so they couldn’t move. She stared at the back of my left hand intently.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… this is a bit… excessive, don’t you think?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you afraid I’ll see through your little trick if we’re like this and you can’t even move your fingers?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, if you’re fine with this, then never mind.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why wouldn’t I be fine with this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s nothing.” I shook my head.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her skin was unexpectedly soft. I thought it’d be rougher, but a girl was a girl I suppose. Not a single hair could be seen on her fully exposed left leg which my hand was in direct contact with, her skin was smooth and supple. It wasn’t just her legs, her hands were quite tender despite working with motorcycles. She took care of them. You wouldn’t expect it when you looked at her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve been working pretty hard to appeal to guys, haven’t you?”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re taking care of your hands because you don’t want guys to make fun of them for being rough and full of blisters from working on motorcycles, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not… doing anything embarrassing like that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She puffed out her cheek and looked away.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You secretly want guys to call you cute despite being a girl who grew up on the street, don’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uncle… called me cute a lot growing up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You also secretly like cute things and have a hidden girly side to you despite how you’re supposed to be acting like an intimidating gang leader for Faceless.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s no such side to me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Liar. You’ve just had to bury that side of you after taking up the mantle as the gang leader. I imagine you were quite different before the previous gang leader died.”


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


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing, which is why I’m trying to slowly peel back theyers to find out more.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re an unpleasant guy for diggin up a girl’s past. Is this how you deceived your other six girlfriends and made them fall for you? I’m not going to fall for your cheap tricks. I’ve got my guard up.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m grateful you’ve got your guard up. I wouldn’t want you to fall for me either. I’m just one man. There’s only so much I can do. It would be good if you find a good guy who will cherish you and treat you well. Guys like me are no good, never forget that.”
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