Chapter 330.

Chapter 330.

Chapter 330. Troubling Developments: Giving my Co-worker a Ride. (3/3)

She snapped her fingers and one of her lackeys hugged her arm while pulling up the leader's skirt a bit to reveal her leg.

She pointed down with her index finger and said, “Dumbass, look down.” It seemed that was how she referred to the guy in front of Yuna.

When his gaze landed on the bare skin of her thigh beneath her half-raised-up skirt, the bulge in his pants grew more prominent.

“See, Yuna? This is all men amount to? That boyfriend of yours isn’t any different, so dispose of him. He’s unnecessary.”

“It’s my choice who I date. Whether they’re trash or not, I’ll decide for myself.”

“Then, it can’t be helped. I guess you’ll have to experience something a bit bad before you see men for what they are. Dumbass, go ahead. You can use her a bit, but don’t even think about going too far.”

“Heheheh, sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

The four girls formed a wall around them to obstruct anyone who might enter the hallway from seeing. Before Yuna could call out for help, her mouth was forcibly covered by the man in front of her.

Huh? What the hell? Shit, seriously? Just like that? I hadn’t seriously expected it to proceed this way at all. Based on the direction of their conversation, I initially thought he was just here to scare or intimidate her a little. But shit had suddenly hit the fan without warning. I’d never seen this sort of thing happen in real life. I knew stuff like this happened in the real world, but it always felt like something completely foreign and unrelated to me.

Was it just because I never looked for it, always had my head down, and averted my eyes away to avoid seeing it happen? If it was a stranger in this situation, I wouldn’t give a damn and I’d just ignore it. It wasn’t my problem and I wasn’t some sort of superhero with superhuman strength who’d show up to save the day. I doubt I’d be able to do anything about that guy using force.

Logically, getting the cops involved would be the right call here, but by then it’d be too late. Even if I called them as soon as I came across this, nothing had actually happened yet. There wasn’t much time.

What do I do then?

What can I really do?

I’m not some assassin like Rosa or Wisteria.

I’m just a little author working part-time at a convenience store without any sort of magical hand-waving powers.

What am I good at?

There’s really only one thing.

Running, right?

But even if I step out there right now to intervene, all that will happen is me getting a can of whoop-ass. They’d snatch my phone and break it. If I uploaded the video somewhere secure online, they might beat the shit out of me until I delete it. Hell, worst case they may just outright kill me. I couldn’t be sure the extent to which these girls would go. Their hatred of men, just from what I heard, sounded like the real deal. To a psychotic degree even.

Seriously, what the hell does someone go through to have such a deep hatred?

Her hand as I dragged her along trembled a bit.

“What? Scared?”

“I’m not scared.”

“Why’s your hand trembling then?”

“It’s not. It’s your imagination. Please don’t make unpleasant assumptions.”

“You’re not cute at all.”

We stopped talking when people began to enter from other floors on our way down.

Once we reached ground level, we made a run for my motorcycle. I tossed the passenger helmet over to her, hopped onto the seat, put the key in the ignition, and revved the engine as she climbed on the back.

“Block the plate while we’re driving.”

“How?”

“With one hand behind you, I guess.”

“There’s no way I can do that.”

“Do it or I’ll just ditch you here.”

“Ugh. Okay, I get it. I get it. I just need to block it. I’ll try.”

She wrapped her left arm around my waist and sat down sideways behind me. She was able to hold onto the bottom of the license plate in this position and block most of it by holding her handbag between her right arm and the license plate.

“I’ll haunt you if I fall off and die, you better drive carefully and be gentle.”

“Gentle? I’m not the type to be gentle though. I’m much more of an asshole than a gentleman.”

“Just shut up and drive.”

“Haaaah. You sure are demanding.”

I slowly picked up speed and drove off. As we started to move I glanced to the side and noticed the group we’d fled from outside. The girl who’d been calling the shots was in front of the door. Despite having my helmet on and her being unable to see my facial features, our eyes coincidentally locked for a brief moment.

She was furious. That much I could tell. She naturally didn’t fail to notice Yuna on the back of my motorcycle facing her. There was no need to question whether Yuna saw her. She definitely did.