Chapter 416.
<strong>Chapter 416. We Encounter a Strange Spaced-out Girl Stranded on the Highway. (9/10)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! Fine. If you forgot, then whatever. Forget it.” She turned to walk off into the thicket of trees, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her close while still seated on my motorcycle. I kept my head tilted up while pulling her wrist down to the side which brought her face close to mine.
<span style="font-weight:400">In that instant, our lips connected for a brief instant before she pulled back.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I love you too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! Toote, jerk.” She looked down to the left and grumbled with a pout, “Really, if you figured it out, don’t y dumb.” She weakly knocked on my chest with the back of her right knuckle.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sickeningly sweet. Those were the best words to describe what the atmosphere between us was like. If I wasn’t careful, I might even get diabetes. It was embarrassing to admit that was a genuine concern that popped into my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you trying to assassinate me with cuteness right now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Did you only figure that out now?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’s not good for my heart. Please stop being so cute. I’m not going to be able to take it. I’ll seriously die, you know.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then go die, dummy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey don’t go around raising death gs like that. Death gs aren’t something to joke about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to worry about death gs. Your death is already decided, remember? Did you forget that I’m the one who’s going to assassinate you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, certainly.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now hurry up and get going already.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sure, I’ll be back soon.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Anytime you say that, you take forever. My expectations of you making it back fast is zero so take your time and text me if somethinges up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. Sure, I will.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Drive safe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I took off and returned to Dawn’s side. She was still spacing out by the time I got back.
<span style="font-weight:400">I really wanted to get this over with quickly. I’d been enjoying my time together with Rosa over thest few days a lot.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, Dawn.”
<span style="font-weight:400">She was unresponsive.
<span style="font-weight:400">Was she daydreaming again?
<span style="font-weight:400">This girl really needs to get her head out of the clouds.
<span style="font-weight:400">I got off my bike, strapped her battery down to the back of my motorcycle, and ensured it was secure before I made a second attempt to catch her attention.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heheheh, thanks for the free battery, you foolish girl.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I drove a hundred meters before I stopped and looked back at her.
<span style="font-weight:400">This girl… she’s too absentminded.
<span style="font-weight:400">I let out a small sigh, turned around, and pulled up by her side.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dawn. Can you hear me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">This girl is so troublesome.
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t say anything in the next ten seconds I’m going to kiss you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0…”
<span style="font-weight:400">What the hell?
<span style="font-weight:400">“That was a joke.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed her hand, but unlike the first time I came across her, she didn’t respond.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, are you okay?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Is there something seriously wrong with her? Both her pulse and breathing were normal.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was like she was trapped in her own world where nobody could reach her.
<span style="font-weight:400">What do I do?
<span style="font-weight:400">Do I sit around waiting for her to snap out of it?
<span style="font-weight:400">No, who knows how long that would take.
<span style="font-weight:400">I lightly pinched her right cheek. She didn’t even flinch.
<span style="font-weight:400">I simultaneously pinched her left cheek. Still nothing.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stretched her cheeks out. She remainedpletely still and unresponsive.
<span style="font-weight:400">How is this even possible?
<span style="font-weight:400">Is she asleep with her eyes open while standing or something?
<span style="font-weight:400">If pinching didn’t work, would a p on the cheek snap her out of it?
<span style="font-weight:400">It felt like I was dealing with a patient in aa. Wait. Rather than aa, was she in some sort of vegetative state? There’s no way this is on the level of daydreaming. A neurological disorder? Was that it?
<span style="font-weight:400">Rather than her home, should I take her to see a doctor in the city? It could be something serious.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was really starting to worry for this girl.
<span style="font-weight:400">I lightly pped her on the cheek and called out, “Dawn. Could you please snap out of it? If you’re messing around, stop it now. If you don''t, I''m going to take you to see a doctor. This isn’t on the level of simply daydreaming, this is on the level of a neurological disorder.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When that failed, Ipletely covered her eyes with my hand to see if that would garner a response, but she still didn’t react. Next, I pinched her nose and covered her mouth. If she was faking, this would surely end her little act.
<span style="font-weight:400">But to my horror, after a full minute passed, she still hadn’t reacted at all.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was at a loss for words.
<span style="font-weight:400">How do her parents deal with her? Does this happen frequently?
<span style="font-weight:400">Frozen in time.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was the best way to describe it.
<span style="font-weight:400">With a deep frown on my face, I revved my motorcycle’s engine as loud as possible beside her. Not even that had any effect.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her serene expression and eyes remained unchanging.
<span style="font-weight:400">What are you? Sleeping beauty who won’t wake up unless a prince kisses you or something?
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not going to kiss you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">There’s no chance in hell that would work. Absolutely not. I refuse to believe in such nonsense.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m seriously not going to kiss you. If you’re expecting a kiss to wake you up from your deep slumber, then sorry, you’re going to have to sleep forever, Sleeping Beauty.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Haaaaah. This one-man act was getting exhausting.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, I’m going to grope you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“If you don’t say anything, I’ll assume you don’t mind.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m really going to do it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">As such, I did it. I stood directly in front of her, raised my hands up, and fondled those two plump perky breasts expecting to be pped.
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seriously?” Am I in some kind of hentai scenario right now? If I… would she not even react at all?
<span style="font-weight:400">I shook the vulgar thought off, released her breasts, and took a step back.
<span style="font-weight:400">It seemed external physical stimtion had zero effect.
<span style="font-weight:400">I felt utterly defeated.
<span style="font-weight:400">If physically touching her didn’t work… what about smell? Smells often brought back memories, right? If I stimted her mind with smell would she snap back to reality?
<span style="font-weight:400">I jumped across the ditch on the side of the road, entered the field, and picked a few fragrant flowers I found along with a few strands of wheat. When I got back to her side nothing had changed.
<span style="font-weight:400">I held the flowers up to her nose one by one, but her nose didn’t even twitch. I held the strands of wheat under her nose and even tried brushing it under her nose to get her to sneeze, but even that failed. I even tried holding all of them under her nose at once to see if a coge of scents would make a difference. It didn’t.
<span style="font-weight:400">Since smell seemed ineffective I moved on to her sense of taste. I ced my hand under her chin and squeezed her cheeks together a bit to open her jaw a bit.
<span style="font-weight:400">I stuck one flower at a time between her lips and poked the tip of her tongue with them. The flowers were unsessful. I also tried a strand of wheat, but the result was the same.
<span style="font-weight:400">By this point, I’d reached a dead-end and ran out of ideas. I was truly at my wit''s end here.
<span style="font-weight:400">If none of these things worked, there was no chance in hell a stupid kiss would seriously work, right? I refused to believe in such nonsense. Sleeping Beauty was a scammer. All these years I’d been convinced of that. I thought she was some gold digger and if the prince had stuck his dick in her mouth that would have surely woken herzy ass up.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Pffthahahaha!” I squatted down on the ground, covered my mouth, and clutched at my stomach as I burst out into an unexpected bout ofughter. It was because the distinct image of a prince doing so had popped into my mind, it was honestly a bit tooical. If he did that it wouldn’t be a fairytale any more, it’d just be a pornographic film. Sleeping Beauty was merely her pornstar name.