Chapter 370.
<strong>Chapter 370. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 1; War of Attrition Day 1 (2/6)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Cheating? Honestly… he does his best to stay away from other girls, he doesn’t have much interest in getting close to them. He treats women like they’re the gue at times. I feel like I’d have to force him to cheat on me if I want him to.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Are you sure you’re even dating a man? Are you sure they aren’t deceiving you and they’re secretly a woman dressed as a man?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Excuse me, I take offense to that. I’m no woman, I simply desire to be left to my own devices and not be bothered or gued by the overlyplicated problems that arise from being involved with multiple women. Sadly, my efforts proved to be useless thanks to the red-headed menace standing next to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, I can assure you, he is a man.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How are you so sure?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How else if not having seen it with my own eyes?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. So you saw it. That disgusting thing. You have my deepest condolences.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Disgusting? There wasn’t anything disgusting about it at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Have you done it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“... well… no. It shames me to say it, but we haven’t done it yet.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Trust me, you should never do it. It doesn’t feel good at all like everyone says. It feeling good is all a bunch of bullshit propaganda. You should break up with that useless boyfriend as soon as possible. Having him isn’t doing you any favors.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How would you know it doesn’t feel good?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Obviously I’ve done it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you only do it once?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No… I’ve done it many times. Not once has it ever felt good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If that’s the case, don’t you think you should consider finding a guy who can make you feel good?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“There are no men in the world who can make me feel good. No, not just me, any other woman.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… that’s just your opinion though. Have you asked other women what they think?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. Every woman I’ve asked says they hate men and that it doesn’t feel good at all.” Because you made them say that.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see. Well, if it really doesn’t feel as good as you’d say… I guess I’ll break up with my boyfriend.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She naturally wasn’t being serious.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Make sure you really make him cry and regret not showering you withpliments the way men should.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Didn’t you say theirpliments don’t mean anything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I did, but men should worship us like dogs, licking our feet, as we look down on them from above and spit all over their worthless disgusting bodies.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s quite the extreme point of view.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not extreme at all. Men are just those types of vile creatures. One day you’ll understand, look back, and thank me for the advice I gave you today.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I suppose we’ll have to see about that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, aside from Yuna, there was something else I was looking for but didn’t find. The shelf that has them is empty, can you check to see if there’s any at the back?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, what item was it though?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s easier to just show you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa passed by in front of me and exited from behind the counter. Malory led her to the end of one of the aisles, bent forward, and pointed. Rosa was on her left facing the end of the aisle head-on while Malory was perpendicr to the end of the aisle. From my angle, I had a clear view of her slender curves from behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">It would be a lie to say she was physically unattractive. It was a shame her personality was so warped thanks to everything she’d been through from a young age. I couldn’t see it, but beneath the clothes she wore, on her back, if I were to believe the prostitute’s story, there were countless scars hidden. As for every other part of her body, it appeared to be untouched. She lookedpletely normal. If a man didn’t know what she really thought of men, they’d definitely fall for this honey trap when presented to them.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was looking back at me from the corner of her eye while bent forward. She even shot a scary wink my way. What the hell was she trying to do? Verify whether a man or woman was inside this costume by my reaction? Wait, was her n to seduce me to verify whether the information Rosa told her was the truth?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, I’ll check the back to see if we have any more.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You will? Great, thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa headed to the back room. Malory followed directly behind her.
<span style="font-weight:400">When Rosa opened the door Malory looked inside. She was verifying whether or not Yuna might be hiding at the back of the store.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll need to wait out here, only staff are allowed inside.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, no problem, I’ll wait.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa shut and closed the door behind her. I notice Malory bend over and wedge something under the door to prevent it from opening. I pretended I saw nothing. It was best to not confront this psychopath.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa could just exit out the back exit and enter through the front entrance even if she couldn’t open that door.
<span style="font-weight:400">Malory headed back to the opposite side of the counter in front of me with the sucker in her mouth. She leaned forward again on the counter emphasizing her cleavage.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, wanna have some fun?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud, let’s talk a little.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head again.
<span style="font-weight:400">She stuck her tongue out as she dragged the sucker down along it out of her mouth with her left hand. When her tongue reached the top of the sucker it flicked up over it and asked while pointing the sucker toward me, “How about I give you the rest of this sucker if you talk to me for a little bit?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised my hand up and she immediately grinned with a disdainful look in her eyes thinking I’d epted her offer.
<span style="font-weight:400">Only, my hand didn’t stop to take the sucker. I ced my puffy palm on top of her head. Her expression stiffened up as the muscles in her body froze in ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Honestly, I felt bad for her. She’s trying to do to innocent men what the worst sorts of men have done to her on a daily basis. She’s still going through it even now. It’s the mindset of many bullies in school. They have some sort of problem at home and they take it out on others they perceive to be weaker than themselves.
<span style="font-weight:400">She was like a child. A very misguided one at that. She wasn’t able to do anything to the men who use their superior physical strength to dominate her, so she gave up on the idea of fighting back against them. Rather, she adopted an approach of self-preservation.
<span style="font-weight:400">To join them in the awful things they did to others. She’d be nothing more than a parasite. It reminded me of many characters I’d read about in stories. If someone stronger than Swastika appeared, just as those sorts of characters always did, she would definitelytch onto the stronger side at the drop of a hat. Sadly, no such person would ever appear. There were no heroes in this cruel world. Reality for her was a despairing one. In the end, you can only save yourself with your own strength… by fighting back.
<span style="font-weight:400">Honestly, I’ve always hated the idea of parasites. Thinking that parasitic worms I’m unaware of may even be in my body at this very moment leaching nutrients off the food I have digested irritates me. I spent my hard-earned money for that food, you bastard worm, don’t you dare eat my hard work like you’re entitled to it and offer nothing back in return.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was a major reason I wouldn’t eat stuff like sushi. Even if the odds were low, you were just begging for a parasite to slip by one day and get into your body if you weren’t careful. Any type of meat I ate was always fully cooked, I absolutely refused to eat undercooked meat that parasites might still be alive in.
<span style="font-weight:400">As such, it would follow that I should feel an immense revulsion toward a parasitic woman like this. Unfortunately, I felt neither revulsion nor attraction toward her. I suppose it was more a feeling of sympathy for someone who was weak like me. She was doing what it took to survive. No, perhaps, she was strong in a way. To continue living while suffering through it rather than choosing the easy way out. I suppose true parasites aren’t suffering 24/7 in exchange for feeding off their host to survive.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Get your hand off of my head!” It took a full minute before Malory forcefully swatted my hand away. She shot me a furious re, within her eyes mixed in there was a hint of confusion. She seemed flustered.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you have a little chat with me, I’ll consider not reporting you for sexual harassment.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I raised my hands up to my sides and shrugged as I shook my head from left to right.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What? Are you saying you’re not afraid?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded. I’m just a mascot, I didn’t even touch her directly. The costume did. At no point did my skin evere into direct contact with her. You could hardly call this a sexual act.
<span style="font-weight:400">On camera, it’d look more like an adult coaxing a child who was offering their sucker gesturing to them that it''s okay for them to keep it.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you treating me like a child?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nodded and gave her a round of apuse. Congrattions, you understand.