CHAPTER 5

Grabbing the phone tighter, I was about to turn around, but the girl ducked under my right hand, gripping it tightly.

─ Mythology ... ─ I answered, but I almost dropped my phone a second time while putting it in my pocket. ─ Oh shit ... (Oh shit) ─ I whispered, unable to contain myself.

Glancing at the stranger's school uniform, I swallowed nervously. It was a high school uniform, which means the girl is no more than sixteen years old.

Of course, I'm not against the company, but an ordinary girl will make me feel uncomfortable in such a close proximity, and here it is almost a child, lower than me by a head or one and a half.

"Pull yourself together. Or you'll be a Level 1 incubus all your life. " ─ I revived myself by exaggerating a little. I still had big doubts about sleep. ─ "Stop, what does she even want?"

It's foolish to think that she suddenly wanted to meet someone like me. It's not that my self-esteem is lying on the ground, but I am far from the licked handsome men, and indeed I have looked suspicious for the last few minutes.

After following the behavior of the hushed schoolgirl, who was peering very carefully and intently, looking for someone on the opposite side of the road, everything became clear to me.

"I'm being used as a shield for cover." ─ I realized, feeling a blow to my pride, even though I immediately suspected a catch.

You always want to believe in something good.

I tried to gently let go of the schoolgirl's tenacious grip, unable to accept the disappointment.

─ N-no. Do not leave me. ─ The stranger whispered in panic, looking at her involuntary companion with a meaningful glance, and grabbed her hand even more tightly, pressing her whole body. ─ I had a choice between a suspicious high school student and a sweaty old man ... ─ The girl made excuses in a whisper, looking sideways at the fat man, ten steps behind us.

It was clear from the schoolgirl that this surveillance was very important to her.

─ If you keep snuggling, I will become ... A sweaty and suspicious high school student. ─ I answered quietly with a little irritation, repeating the significant look of the stranger. ─ Moreover, I don't like being used. ─ I didn't calm down, or maybe I was just increasing the price.

It was clear that now it would not end so easily.

The goal of the girl was a couple walking slowly along the street. The man behaved quite confidently, and his appearance could make any guy envious. The beauty's companion, oddly enough, also turned out to be a schoolgirl, whom he calmly held by the waist.

"No, well, I understand that this is normal here ..." ─ I thought skeptically, because, unlike my homeland, here an intimate relationship was allowed from the age of thirteen by mutual consent.

─ Relax. You have only a little help, but I have a pleasant company. ─ A young stranger assured me with a sweet smile, but at that time the couple began to slow down, intending to stop. ─ Especially since we are on our way.

Noticing this, the girl tugged at my hand rather sharply, which caused her to be pressed against the building.

Leaning my free hand against the wall above the schoolgirl's head, I looked down at the person more attentively.

"Hmm ... and I like to pinch schoolgirls ..." ─ Suddenly I realized as the same sweaty old man walked by.

─ So what about mythology? ─ The girl asked to break the awkward silence, but she kept looking at her target.

The schoolgirl was quite attractive, and her scent said she was using a rather expensive perfume.

─ If they now turn in the other direction, we will definitely not be on our way. ─ I warned, not going to get home even longer.

Continuing to gaze cautiously at the opposite side of the road, the girl's eyes flashed with conflicting feelings and a second struggle with herself.

─ What is it? ─ I asked, frowning, what I got a puppy look at. ─ Did they turn? They turned. ─ I answered my own question by quickly looking for the back of a guy and a schoolgirl, who are about to hide around the bend.

The girl deftly slipped out, but was not going to let go of my hand.

─ We go faster before they disappear. ─ She said pulling her hand. ─… apart from pleasant company, I will be a very big indebted to you.

"I didn't pull your tongue." ─ I thought, but I didn't say anything out loud.

Continuing the pursuit, we kept arguing, and indeed looked suspicious, which is why I never once caught the glances of passers-by.

Sometimes I felt uncomfortable when we had a prolonged silence, but that was only the beginning.

─ Are we sure we should go? ─ I asked the question without letting my voice falter.

─ Yes. Should. ─ My companion answered firmly, but she also continued to stand still.

The fact is that the couple hid in the building opposite which we were now. The place looked quite modern, but the wooden fence was in Chinese style and the gate was wide open. The road to the building consisted of flat stones, and on either side of it was a flat lawn.

─ Chiba Motel. The attraction of hearts gives rise to friendship, the attraction of the mind - respect, the attraction of bodies - passion, and only all three together give rise to love ... ─ Specially, I read out loud a beautiful inscription on a plate made of dark wood. ─ Hanako, do you ... respect me? ─ I asked in all seriousness, looking sideways at the girl. During the pursuit, we have already managed to get to know each other.

─ Stop ... it doesn't suit you. ─ A schoolgirl tried to hold me down, pulling me along. Despite her bold and decisive nature, the girl's face showed embarrassment.

Our communication was too informal for people who only recently met. We didn't use the prefix "san" and didn't even address by last name.

At the entrance we were greeted by a middle-aged woman who did not show even a drop of surprise. In her hands she held several folders with photographs of the rooms.

- What are your preferences for a number? ─ She asked, looking at me.

─ Anyone, the main thing is to have a bed. ─ I didn't waste Hanako's time by grabbing attention.

Even this did not surprise the woman, but only made her smile.

─ Well, then there are options for 600 Yen per hour ... ─ The woman started, but the impatient schoolgirl handed her some bills right away while I glanced at the table next to me.

There was a form on it, on which numbers and the time of room reservations were written in a column. It was on this list that the woman wrote us down before giving the key.

─ Do you often come here with strangers? ─ I asked Hanako when we were already walking down the corridor.

The girl finally deigned to let go of my hand and now walked in front, constantly looking back. After making sure that there was no one behind us, she carefully approached each door, putting her ear on.

And without that I could hear distinct groans behind every other door.

─ I don't go here with strangers at all ... ─ The girl answered, stopping at another door and listening.

This time there were no sounds, but the schoolgirl continued to listen.

* Slap * ─ There was a loud slap through the door, followed by a sweet groan.

Hanako jerked in surprise and almost bumped into me, stepping back.

─ Are you going to check every door like this? ─ I asked, barely restraining myself not to laugh.

The girl blushed, either ashamed of her reaction, or embarrassed by the sounds.

─ Well ... w-well, what do you s-suggest? ─ The girl started to stutter and without looking she reached for my hand, but she came to her senses in time. It looks like she developed a bad habit during our surveillance.

─ I suggest checking the numbers 18 and 24. They were ... reserved ... (reserved) ─ I spoke, but accidentally switched to my native language, which made the schoolgirl's gaze incomprehensible. ─ They were ... busy at almost the same time before our arrival. ─ I found the right words.

Now Hanako's gaze changed, as if I showed myself in a different light, but the sounds of slaps and groans sounded again with renewed vigor, forcing the schoolgirl to look away.

─ Y-you are great. ─ The girl complimented her and quickly went in search of the right door.