CH 3

I am crawling toward a pile of cup noodles and instant yakisoba noodles.

Cooking is just a simple matter of pouring hot water into them, despite the pretense. This is all I can rely on for dinner these days, even though I know it is unhealthy.

Maybe the assassin happens to be hungry, so I prepare two kinds of noodles. Two flavors: sauce and salt. Which would she prefer, I wonder? I prefer salt.

As I poured the hot water, I heard a loud noise from the assassin’s side. There was a clattering sound, and then I heard a woman’s voice. A voice with an effect of a dusky voice.

“Sagami… ”

The assassin is awake!

I walked to the assassin. I don’t care about the pain in my right leg. I wanted to get to the assassin as soon as possible. Her cool tone of voice is the same as when she tries to kill me.

She shakes her wrists, trying to get the handcuffs off the pillar, but when her eyes meet mine, she stops, knowing there’s no use in struggling.

“一Blunder of a lifetime.”

“You tried to kill me, aren’t you? Now, I wonder what I should do to you.”

“Kill me.”

“I can kill you, but only after we do something naughty, okay? ”

The assassin glares at me. She looks at me contemptuously and returns to her calm face immediately. Then she says calmly as if she knows everything in the world.

“I’ve given up on being a woman. Nothing will affect me if you do that.”

“What? Are you inexperienced like me? ”

When I say that, she blushes and tries to come closer to me. But she can’t move because she’s handcuffed tightly, then she lets out a regretful remark.

“Die… I’ll kill you, I’ll definitely kill you.”

“Okay, okay, you can talk, but only when you’re wheezing on the bed, okay? Assassin?”

“Sagami, you bastard…”

An angry assassin, her pretty face contorted. I regret that I might have teased the assassin a little too much, but I think it is her fault because the assassin is too cute. I’m just showing my open-mindedness.

I hesitate to take off the handcuffs because I might really be killed if I take them off. Maybe I’ll do that if she doesn’t seem to be violent.

I put the noodles I have just made in front of the assassin because they will become thin and unappetizing if she doesn’t eat them soon.

“Are you okay with that? Assassin?”

“Stop joking, I know it’s poisoned. I’m not so stupid as to take a food from my target.”

“I see… so assassin doesn’t want it. Then I’ll eat it.

With that, I took the noodles I handed to the assassin, turned to the assassin, and began to slurp them down while looking into the assassin’s red eyes.

“Delicious! Gosh, cup noodles are the best treasure when you’re hungry. Ahh, my stomach is dancing with happiness! It’s really good!”

” …… ”

The assassin stares into my eyes. She looks at me silently, like a faithful dog who’s been told to wait. And then, little by little, her face distorts.

“It’s spiced nicely. I could eat an endless supply of this. I’m running out of this noodles. I think I’ll get another one… ”

As I eat deliberately and audibly, I hear the sound of the assassin’s stomach, which is biting her lower lip in frustration.

The assassin blushes a little.

“This, this is…”

“Look. You’re hungry, aren’t you? That’s it. This is torture. The torture of being fed, I guess? ”

After I say this, the assassin, looking a little stunned, picks up a pair of chopsticks. Then, with a face that looks like she’s trying to join the act of pretending, she says,

“If it’s torture, it can’t be helped… ”

She said that and started to eat her noodles. I don’t know why, but she was eating it with tears in her eyes. Was the yakisoba so delicious?

“So… after you finish eating this, do you want to do some after-meal exercise with me? ”

” …Sagami, you p*rverted bastard…”

She glares at me with scornful eyes. It seems that the assassin’s guard is still tight.