Noah watched the couple in front of him. He understood what was happening; it wasn't the first time he'd seen scenes of "unspoken rules" playing out in a business.
Most of the time, he didn't get involved. It was problematic, and if no one asked for his help, he had no reason to meddle in other people's affairs. But this time was different. Wouldn't he be on good terms with Shiori if he helped? If this made her forget the groping incident, it would be great. Noah didn't want to lose the job; his first payday was just around the corner.
Even if he offended the fat man, he didn't think there would be that much of a problem. After all, making such a fuss over a few lunchboxes sounded stupid. Noah thought it could be solved with a discount on his salary or some reprimand.
Yui's uncle, Yoshihiro, didn't take it well at all. How did this bastard dare to ruin his plan? He had taken Shiori's circumstances into account; he knew that a stain on her record was what she feared most. If he threatened her with that, he was sure she would give in.
Seeing the blonde's attitude as she walked away proved that everything was now ruined. The man gritted his teeth in fury, thinking: "Since you want to be the hero, enjoy the consequences."
Without saying a word, he left the room, huffing.
Shiori watched the scene with a lingering fear. Once she and Noah were alone, she felt confused. How should she act? Should she thank him?
Although she wanted to, her pride wouldn't allow it.
—Tch, I didn't ask for your help, pervert —she murmured, looking away.
Noah was unfazed. He already understood the young woman's shitty attitude.
—Don't take it as selfless help —he replied, looking her in the eyes—. With this, we're even. I hope you forget what happened a while ago.
Hearing him mention that, she felt annoyed, but remembering that she had already reported him, a mix of guilt washed over her. She hesitated to tell him that she had already gone to the owner and that Yui seemed to have saved him. But before she could open her mouth, Yoshihiro returned with the owner, who was obviously furious. Soon, two police officers also entered.
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Noah and Shiori watched the scene in disbelief. Neither of them had expected anything like this.
—I trusted my daughter about you, but I can't ignore this —the owner growled, pointing at Noah—. Not only do you sexually harass your coworkers, but you also steal from my store.
Noah shot a resentful look at Shiori before trying to explain himself.
—Sir, this... I know I shouldn't have eaten products without permission, but you could deduct it from my pay...
—Lunchboxes? —the owner exclaimed furiously—. Yoshihiro explained to me that the day's sales money is missing. It's not a small amount.
Both Shiori and Noah were surprised and turned to the fat man, who was watching them with a smile. "Son of a bitch," the young man whispered. He had underestimated the bastard's malice. Did he want to fuck the blonde that badly?
The officers were already at their sides, ready to take him away. Noah tried to appeal one last time.
—Sir, I... I wouldn't be capable of stealing. Believe me.
—If I hadn't received a complaint from Shiori, I might have had my doubts and let it slide because you helped my daughter. But... two reports —he exclaimed with a disappointed look.
Noah felt even more annoyed. He couldn't help but look at Shiori, who was lowering her gaze guiltily. She never expected something like this to happen, and maybe she wouldn't have cared if he hadn't saved her.
Unsure, she tried to explain and even say that the harassment was a mistake. But the fat man wasn't going to let the opportunity pass.
—Sir, could there be an accomplice? —he whispered maliciously, addressing the owner.
The words Shiori wanted to say got stuck in her throat. She could only look at the young man with guilt.
Noah didn't care. Right now he was thinking about what to do. Going to a police station was a firm no. He had put a man who was still surviving with tubes and needles in some hospital into a coma. Even if it was an accident, it was enough to make him rot in a cell for a few years.
With no other option, he could only escape. Giving one last furious glare at the fat man, he hurried towards the nearest window, even if it was on the second floor.
Seeing him agilely exit through a window was a surprise to everyone. No one expected him to try to escape, and even less that he would succeed with so many people watching.
By the time they got out of the store, there was no trace of the young man. The owner was furious, while Yoshihiro, somewhat scared, never thought he would escape. Now he felt fearful of some kind of revenge.
Shiori, for her part, felt even more guilty. But she said nothing; she didn't want to lose her scholarship.
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The sound of running water reached Noah's ears as he lay on the sofa. His mood was not good. Remembering what happened made him grind his teeth, but he could only sigh and continue hiding at Sana's house. It wasn't the time for revenge... yet.
Fortunately, in those three days, neither Sana's parents nor the police had come knocking on the door.
—Kuma-chan, do you want me to make dinner or should we order something? —the young woman asked, wrapped in a towel as she dried her hair.
—Let me —Noah exclaimed, getting up and walking towards the kitchen to prepare the meal.
As someone who had been independent from a very young age, feeling useless and dependent gave him a kind of allergic reaction. The least he could do was cook or clean...
Sana watched him with a smile. If she knew what he was thinking, she would object; after all, she was keeping him well "fed." Her skin was getting smoother and more radiant every day. Not to mention she no longer felt stress from classes thanks to the nightly comfort.
Remembering this only excited the redhead again. She rubbed her thighs together for a few seconds before biting her lip and shaking her head. Her Kuma-chan was very strict when he was cooking; she didn't want to bother him.
—Let's wait until after we eat ♡ —the young woman whispered cheerfully. Then, trying to distract herself, she thought of something and ran to her room.
She opened the drawer of the nightstand next to her bed and took out a small pink notebook. There, she kept detailed records of what she did with Noah every day. Mainly, "sex." It wasn't some weird fetish of hers; it was purely scientific curiosity.
It all started when she heard some female classmates talking about the "duration" and "performance" of their boyfriends. Sana didn't want to eavesdrop, but she grew curious, wanting to compare her Kuma-chan.
The more she listened, the more surprised she was. "Is that little considered normal?" she thought, remembering that the minimum they did with Noah was at least four times, not counting when Airi joined them.
Even more intrigued, she researched online: forums, etc. In every place, she discovered that her "Kuma-chan" was abnormal. Not only that, she started keeping a log and noticed that Noah's stamina increased day by day.
It was miraculous. Sana wondered if she was facing the first human with (sexual) superpowers in the world.
Humming, she went back to filling in the day's log.
—Three times when we woke up, twice when we took a bath, once when we were watching TV... —Sana continued her log cheerfully, before stopping and moving to the next page, titled "Hypothesis on Kuma-chan's assimilation of the spray." Then she began to write:
—Similar effects when I drank it. When he releases it inside, the sensation is very similar...
Sana put down the pencil and took the spray from the drawer. Playing with the chemical in her hand, she wondered if her suspicions were reasonable. Did Noah absorb the chemical? Sana was almost sure she felt something similar to being sprayed when she drank Noah's cum.
—I should use the spray to compare —she whispered, thinking about when would be the best time to do it.