Chapter 84.3

Chapter 84.3

Healing Place Leaf

[(Jiii)]

As I glanced back, the woman who was with Kei Myou stood in front of me, looking up at me intently.

(Hmm Who is this girl? Oh, wait! Could she be someone from the company, maybe from the finance or general affairs department?)

The woman, with a somewhat sleepy look in her eyes, stared at me. Upon closer inspection, I recognized her as a former colleague from the company.

We didn't have much interaction back then, and I had only seen her from afar, thinking, [Oh, she's kind of cute], but we hadn't really talked.

(But Now that I see her again, she doesn't seem as cute as she did at the company)

Well, that might be because of my recent social circle. Once upon a time, I was a loner, but now I was working in the same place as Tsunami-san, a charming and stylish beauty, and I even went on overnight trips with three beautiful college girls. My exposure to beauty had significantly increased compared to the past.

"Oh! It's definitely Ezuki! Wow, you used to be so skinny! You've gotten so muscular now. It's hilarious! I can't stop laughing!"

Oops, it seemed she noticed me noticing her, and she remembered me as well. But come on, don't call me skinny. I was just a bit lean for my height.

"Why do you want a massage from him, Yuka?"

Yeah, that's right. I chimed in with Kei Myou, wondering why she would say such a thing.

"Well, because he's so incredibly muscular. I'm curious about what kind of massage he does. And besides, it's not just a random encounter. Getting a massage from him would give us something to talk about at work."

Oh, I see. She wants to make fun of me even after I've left the company. These two are really something Well, they're both acting pretty mean.

"Heh heh heh, that's true. It could be interesting (Grin)"

Hey, Kei Myou You're still making an evil face, you know. And you claim to be a nice guy. Well, whatever. You guys can do as you please.

"Oh, two new customers! Please come to the reception."

"Huh!?"

I called out with a somewhat desperate tone, and the receptionist looked at me with shock and disbelief.

Well, what can I say? Sorry for causing so much trouble.