Chapter 117 – Maybe It Was Just My Imagination?

Now that I think about it, Becky went into the warehouse earlier.

When Dain tried to trick her into telling him about her defeat, she turned around and forgot Becky’s existence.

Becky is someone I will never forget. No, she should have known that there was a passenger in the warehouse in the first place.

If you think about it this way, it’s just a late regret, and no matter how much you regret, you can’t fix what has already happened.

So what should we do right now instead of meaningless regrets?

It was about acknowledging what one had done and then thinking about how to achieve a better… Or less bad outcome.

Good. Let’s admit it. I showed Becky, a co-worker who is kind and sincere, and who has a shady, shady and mischievous side at times, but is also likeable enough to feel that even that is a charm that never gets old, to make another woman faint by touching her lower abdomen for 30 minutes. . That is an unchanging fact.

“······Coughing.”

It takes a lot of determination to admit a mistake, and I received internal rewards in return for my determination.

After somehow enduring the fishy sense of self-destruction and embarrassment that rose up from inside without any way to resist, I thought about what I could do to create a less bad outcome.

······Huh?

Then, suddenly, along with Becky’s existence, something I had forgotten for a while came to mind.

That was the conversation I had with Becky before she entered this warehouse.

For a moment. I was so embarrassed that I forgot about it for a moment. Now that I think about it, Becky, you heard everything I did while taking care of May, Dain, and Mir Ryuin.

She blushed and even shyly responded, ‘Yes, yes.’ To my crazy sexual harassment that went beyond just listening and that she would also do it to her.

Of course, if a third party were to see this shy answer, they might say, ‘Aren’t you forced to answer because you could get fired if you say no to what the boss says?’ But fortunately for me, the relationship between me and Becky was not a typical relationship between a boss and an employee. .

In the first place, Becky had a separate job, and her original position was so high that it was embarrassing for someone like me to even dare to look up.

Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for me to pressure Becky with the power that her boss had, and therefore I was able to accept Becky’s answer as is without distorting it.

Yes. Becky has a crush on me. So much so that I want to experience the same things I used to treat those three people.

······Well, a lot of things happened during the six months I spent with Becky. There were definitely things that made my heart pound. After finding out Becky’s identity, I didn’t even think about it because the world we live in was so different, but it’s not strange that Becky had those feelings for me.

After thinking about the conversation I had with Becky earlier, I felt comfortable again about this very embarrassing and embarrassing situation.

The moment of desperation that wouldn’t have been strange even if I immediately threw my resignation in front of my face and left naturally became such a mood… In technical terms, it became Yasugak.

Actually, I still don’t know if it’s Mosol Adara Yasugak or not. Anyway, if there is something that people are crying out for on the Internet, isn’t this what I’m feeling right now?

With that unfounded confidence unique to Mosolada in my heart, I left Dain, who was stunned and shaking from the lingering sensation of climax, and walked towards the corner of the warehouse where I had heard the muttering.

“······Hmm.”

From the corner we arrived at, all we could see were the shelves placed in the warehouse and their shadows.

But I knew who Becky was and what she was capable of, so I knew where she was now.

I carefully and kindly called Becky’s name into the shadow created by the shelf blocking the light.

“Hey… Becky, can you come out?”

“······!?!”

At my words, the shadow on the shelf trembled as if it had been startled.

But at that moment, her shadow just trembled and Becky did not come out, and I had no choice but to keep calling out to her as if she was pleading.

“I saw you go into the warehouse earlier. I’m sorry. As I explained to you earlier, Becky, I had something to do with Dain. I just remembered that you went into this warehouse because it was a bit urgent. Did you see everything in the shadows? Um… I’m sorry if I surprised you.”

I always emphasize this, but the most important thing to gain the other person’s trust was to reveal your true feelings.

Words filled with sincere feelings can reach deeper into the heart of another person than anything else, and they would work even better with Becky, who clearly had a rational crush on me.

“I want to apologize to your face. “Won’t you come out?”

That’s why I expressed my true feelings without any filtering and expressed them through words.

Slurp.

“······.”

Becky, bright red up to her ears, appeared from the shadows, covering her face with both hands.

After all, there is nothing more effective than sincere words.

In the past, when I took care of Mei, Dain, and Mir Ryuin, I was able to see how powerful a person’s sincerity is.

I liked it when people told me sincerely that I was pretty, cute, or kind, so I could see that they didn’t know what to do, so I said everything.

Anyway, my sincerity got through to Becky, and I finally apologized to her when she came out.

“I’m sorry Becky. “You were embarrassed, right?”

There was a lot I wanted to say, but it was just my fault, and an excuse for an apology can only be made when the other person gives permission, so I held back what I wanted to say and ended my conversation with a simple apology.

Becky was speechless for a moment in response to my plain apology, but then she slightly opened the space between her fingers that were covering her face and looked at me with purple eyes that were the same color as her hair.

“······Yes.”

The answer that came out of Becky’s mouth was an affirmative answer to the question, “Was I embarrassed?”

“······Oh?”

When I thought about it with common sense, it was a situation that could not help but be embarrassing, so Becky’s answer was not strange at all, but for some reason, it was so shocking to me.

Really? Did you really say you were embarrassed?

This is because, in similar situations, the three of them showed signs of embarrassment and demanded equal treatment from me, saying, ‘Do to me what you did to that bitch!’

Becky’s reaction was obviously a common sense reaction, but since she had never experienced anything but unusual situations, the common sense reaction felt unfamiliar and strange.

I’m sure Becky is right. It would have been natural to do that in the first place. Why do I feel strange about this situation? Could it be that I am no longer a person with common sense?

After recognizing the gap between my experience and common sense, I began to doubt the sense of humor I felt before meeting Becky.

To begin with, I’m a Mosolada who has never even had a girlfriend, let alone had sex, so how on earth would I know whether Yasugak is Yasugak or not.

Yes. This time, just like before, I achieved the Mosolada Triple Crown of ‘thinking only about what is good’, ‘drinking kimchi soup’, and ‘letting go of my imagination’.

“······.”

······In fact, when Becky responded, ‘Yes,’ to the bullshit that was bound to be recognized as sexual harassment on my part, wasn’t it really because I was the boss that she had no choice but to respond that way? The reason my face turned red was because of shame and helplessness that I couldn’t overcome the situation, and wasn’t it just my imagination that made me sound shy?

As soon as I started to suspect one thing, the scope of suspicion began to widen in an instant.

At the same time, heat rose in my face, feeling sorry for Becky washed over me like a tidal wave, and a sense of self-destruction that I had forgotten for a while was also gradually rushing towards my heart.

If things continue like this, it is natural that I will end up feeling so embarrassed, sorry, and self-destructive that I will have to close the café indefinitely, take refuge in the deserted mountains, and go on a waterfall retreat.

However, the seed of doubt that had already spread was beyond my power to stop, and with my head filled with shame, I opened my mouth to apologize to Becky and tell her that work would be closed for the time being.

“······Over there.”

“Me too!”

“Huh?”

However, it was faster for Becky’s barely-constructed words to make the warehouse cry than for me to announce an indefinite closure.

Because the conversation was interrupted, the declaration of indefinite suspension that had been prepared was once again placed under the uvula, and Becky spoke vigorously, looking at me as if my head was going to explode with shame.

“I’m like Dain Adamas! Like May Ruina! Please make me like Mir Ryuin!”

It was an unexpected request for a teaching assistant.