Chapter 610 – Signals
“Wow, it’s delicious…”
Nehru sheds tears as he puts her food in her mouth. She sniffled and chewed her food.
As for whether the food I bought was so delicious that she cried, that’s not the case.
It’s a steak.
It was just an ordinary grilled meat dish.
In my mouth, it tasted good enough to eat.
But everything is relative.
Nehru’s tongue, which had grown accustomed to the green soup he ate in the prisoner’s quarters, must have now gone crazy over the incomparably spicy food.
In fact, I have never even tasted green soup.
I don’t know what it tastes like.
I was a little curious, but I’m not the type of person who needs to try dung or soybean paste to relieve my frustration.
There are a lot of delicious things in the world, but there was no reason to eat tasteless food that has already been proven.
It cannot be said that Nehru shed tears simply because of the taste of food.
Same thing with crying like a child on the street…
I was able to predict to some extent that her mentality was greatly weakened.
Nehru frantically stuffed food into his mouth.
“Eat slowly, so you don’t get sick. If you don’t have enough, I’ll order more…”
“Yes? Yes…”
She cupped her swollen cheeks and then remembered her own indecency and blushed and lowered her head.
Neru seemed to have calmed down a little after my words, and she seemed to be enjoying her meal leisurely.
I feel like I’m getting drunk when I glance at the beer that the men at the table next to me are drinking.
If you’re shameless, it’s not easy to ask someone to buy you alcohol when you’re getting food.
Seeing a cute girl eat delicious food and eat it well makes you feel happy.
In that situation, I can’t just ignore the way her eyes keep rolling.
I ordered a drink that the men at the table next to me were drinking.
“Gwae, it’s okay…”
“I’m ordering it because I want to eat it.”
“… Thank you…”
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Nehru was a woman who lived as an ordinary office worker.
It is said that the Demon King event was a strong temptation for her, who usually enjoyed her Pantera, so she took time off to participate.
But because of me, the Panthera Demon King event ended…
She went back to her daily life and was caught by the military.
She begged for forgiveness and begged to be released, but in the end she was dragged all the way to Karaz.
She was still confused as to why she was captured here.
And she was quite upset.
The feeling of deprivation for humans who cannot enjoy the things they normally enjoy is significant.
I have experienced a place called Panthera, so I have adapted to a certain extent, but for Nehru, who fell to Karaz after enjoying the benefits of a high-tech civilization, life here must have been extremely frustrating.
In fact, the situation is more frustrating for people who lived in the city than if they came to the countryside. It can be said that there is no electricity or internet, and even the food is tasteless.
For Nehru, life in Karaj was harsh from the beginning.
The first day in Karaz.
It is said that she was approached by a female inmate who offered to kindly share her know-how about living a wise life in Karaz.
She said that she was a senior who had lived in Karaj for a long time, and that she would provide her own equipment if Neru gave her money.
“So… You gave me money?”
“Yes… I thought you were a good person…”
Karaj is where criminals come.
There can be no good person…
Of course, the self-proclaimed senior who received the money was clueless… She later went and complained, but she said that even her efforts did not work.
Rather, she said, she was only laughed at.
Of course, she was not someone who could do anything by force, so Neru became a fool, and she had no choice but to shed tears.
It was Nora who approached Nehru, who was so devastated.
She managed to get her equipment together with Nora’s help, but she couldn’t help but borrow up to the limit.
Of course, not only she, but most of the inmates also suffered from fraud, robbery, and assault.
“But why were you crying earlier?”
“Well, that’s…”
Neru was on his way back from mining magic stones under Bolton’s guidance.
Her fragrant scent wafting from somewhere tempted her.
It was a bakery in a shopping district.
It was such a delicious bakery that people were always waiting in line to keep an eye on it.
She was tightening her belt day by day and paying off her loan, but since she was captured, she had been eating only green soup… And Nehru found it difficult to bear the smell of bread.
She knew it in her head.
She needs to survive on green soup and pay off her loan as quickly as possible.
However, her weak thought that ‘it would be okay to enjoy a little happiness for a day’ reared its head.
In the end, it is said that Nehru was so possessed that she sneaked out of her return procession and stood in line at her bakery.
But then something happened.
When she opened the bag to pay, the bottom was open.
It was a pickpocket.
Nehru robbed her of all the money she had sold today.
She made up her mind and stood in line at the bakery…
She could not enjoy the small happiness of a piece of bread, and as she was deprived of even her daily wages, the sadness of her hard life in Karaz burst out all at once.
Nehru sat down on her street and burst into tears.
To make matters worse, someone took her weapon while she was crying.
“Bark~ Sigh… Why do I have to go through this? Hiccup! I was just playing a virtual reality game!”
Nehru takes a sip of her drink and vents her anger.
Her eyes were half-open as she was numbly drunk.
“… Can we get out of here?”
“…”
She honestly couldn’t say anything hopeful.
“Ugh~ I have to live in a place like this for the rest of my life, I haven’t even gotten married yet!!”
-Thump…
She was complaining as she continued to drink and ended up hitting her head on the table.
Is alcohol weaker than you think?
I couldn’t even finish the 3 cups and became speechless.
Or was the alcohol too strong?
As someone who doesn’t get drunk, I don’t know.
“…”
I left the restaurant carrying Nehru, who was speechless.
The streets were already dark.
I was about to go to my accommodation but stopped.
Because I remembered that I don’t know her prison number.
If you don’t know Nehru’s prison number, you won’t be able to find her room in the inmate dormitory.
This is because the inmate number is written in front of each door in the dormitory, and you can use it to find the inmate’s room.
If I had to take her to my dorm anyway, wouldn’t I have no choice but to go to my small room?
“Oh my…”
It’s a difficult situation.
But for some reason… Just in time!
There was an inn right in front of the restaurant.
‘Wouldn’t it be much more comfortable to have you sleep at an inn rather than taking you to my small room?’
It’s a good idea.
It was never because I had dark intentions.
That’s right… This was something that could not be helped.
〈… Are you kidding?! You just have to wake him up and ask! 〉
I ignored Cosmos’ words and silently walked towards the inn.
I rented a room from the inn owner.
Karaz is expensive.
The cost of alcohol and food at the restaurant was quite high.
So what a pity! There was no money to rent two rooms.
When I entered the inn room, I laid Neru, who I had carried on my back, on the bed.
“Huh… I didn’t want this situation to happen…”
〈Isn’t that what you wanted? Why don’t you say things like that with your mouth lowered? 〉
“Ugh… It’s hot… It’s stuffy.”
Nehru mutters.
Is it sleep talking?
She started to take off her clothes one by one, writhing on the bed.
Soon she took off all but her underwear and stretched out on the bed.
Things are going so well… No, things are going wrong.
“…”
On Earth, there was an online platform called YouTube where all kinds of videos were uploaded.
The YouTube platform has something called an algorithm.
The God of Algorithms once showed me a thumbnail called ‘Top 5 signs of a woman’s interest.’
The video producer was a self-proclaimed dating instructor who taught women’s psychology and how to flirt.
According to him, women often pretend to be drunk and seduce men.
‘Are you really drunk…’ In response to the single guest’s question, the dating instructor spoke firmly.
“Women never get drunk in front of a man they don’t like.”
Isn’t this… A situation that fits too perfectly?
A drunk woman is seducing me in her underwear.
This could be said to be the ‘signal!’ That the YouTube dating instructor said.
Such a fool.
I can’t believe I’m finally noticing it…
The sex cells are alive, but the love cells are dead, so the reaction speed is slow.
That’s right.
This is… Nehru pretending to be drunk and sleeping because he is embarrassed!
Nehru showed great courage to seduce me.
If I don’t notice the ‘signal’ and sleep while holding her hand, she will be greatly hurt.
‘I can’t act like that when I was born alone.’
Even a gentleman with manners cannot do that.
I made a decision and quickly took off the prison uniform I was wearing.
The large, sturdy muscles that stood up clearly showed off their presence.
〈Wait a minute… Didn’t that person named Ilta Dating Instructor… Go to hell when it was later revealed that he was Mossol? I think people were making a fuss demanding refunds because they sold online lectures and books… 〉
“…”
〈Hey? Can’t you hear?〉
Even if he was a conman, there is no way that everything he said was a lie.
In the sea of information, take what you need to take and discard what you need to throw away, to sort out the good and bad! Isn’t this a smart way to watch YouTube?
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