Chapter 417.

Chapter 417.

Chapter 417. We Encounter a Strange Spaced-out Girl Stranded on the Highway. (10/10)RêAd lateSt chapters at novelhall.com Only

When I stopped laughing and caught my breath, I stood up unsteadily. A third party watching this from afar might fall under the impression I’d lost my mind if they witnessed this spectacle. I’d definitely be perceived as some sort of creepy pervert or crazed lunatic about to do as he pleased with this spaced-out defenseless girl.

I’d tried everything I could think of by this point aside from physically wounding her. If she was stabbed, would that level of pain work? I definitely wouldn’t go as far as trying that.

Well, there was still a kiss. No, I refuse to accept that nonsense. Such a thing would not work in the real world. It’s a trap. I won’t be deceived by fictional stories designed to trick little children.

But what other options did I have here? I’d tried stimulating all five of her senses already. The only thing I could rely on now was nonsensical solutions like that.

I stared at her lips as I internally struggled to accept a reality where I kiss her and she wakes up. I shouldn’t overthink this. Science. If I kiss her, it’s purely for scientific purposes. I’d merely be conducting research, a feasibility study on waking Sleeping Beauties up with a kiss.

With her serene eyes open, it felt a lot harder to go through with it. Wait, does it really even need to be a kiss? What if I don’t kiss her and simply make her think she’s being kissed? A kiss could be nothing more than a placebo.

Yes, if this was truly for science, I had to establish a control group.

I covered her eyes with my left hand. I raised my right hand up and pressed the back of my hand against her lips.

“Dawn.”

“...”

“Nothing, huh? How about this then?”

I pressed the back of my right hand against my own lips where hers touched.

“An indirect kiss doesn’t work either? Does it have to be the opposite order?”

I pressed the back of my right hand against her lips again, then held it there for a minute. It turned out to be another failure.

Was it possible the key was a more passionate kiss? Did it require contact with a tongue?

I licked my thumb then pressed down on her lips and brushed it against her lips. That too seemed ineffective.

What about... tongue on tongue contact?

Somehow this felt a bit too... lewd.

Maybe this is the root cause of her misunderstanding that guys aren’t interested in her. Maybe while they’re talking, this happens and by the time she comes to they’re gone and she thinks it’s because they dislike her.

Hmm... that could make sense.

Wait a minute... rather than a neurological problem... could it be possible this is something related to her soul? Rather than some sort of damage to the brain, perhaps it’s damage to the soul. If I wasn’t a devil in the souls business I’d have never considered such nonsense.

I don’t even know if such a thing is possible though, damaged souls. It might be hasty to jump to conclusions so quickly without any hard evidence. It’d be best to go to a hospital and have a doctor do an MRI scan for any brain abnormalities first before I assume it’s something soul-related.

A variety of new questions suddenly blossomed in my mind. Assuming soul damage exists, is it possible for devils to repair those damaged souls through contracts? Perhaps by using other souls to nourish and enrich it, it may be possible to repair a damaged soul through a contract.

But what if there are risks associated with doing so? A negative consequence that would impact me.

My curiosity had been piqued. I wanted to find out. But there was no way to answer these questions right now. For the time being, I should take her to the city. She didn’t tell me where she lived so it wasn’t possible for me to bring her home anyway. So rather than wasting time doing nothing, I’ll head straight for the city with her and get her examined at a hospital.

We can buy a new battery for her car in the city after that and we can also trade in this old battery to avoid the core charge while we’re at it.

The only issue now is... how do I get her there like this?

If I was driving a car it wouldn’t be much of an issue, but a motorcycle made things much more difficult. She had to hold onto me, but could she while she was like this? She might fall off.

However, now that I think about it, she’s remained standing this entire time just fine. Earlier too when she had her thumb up out over the road she was in a similar state.

I grabbed her hand and tried pulling her forward a bit. I was ready to catch and support her if she fell, but it seemed there was no need. Her body autonomously stepped forward and she maintained her balance just fine on her own.

I held her hand straight out in front of her and let go. It remained in place.

A soulless doll or puppet. She was at best an empty shell that could be moved when her strings were pulled.

That was the best way to describe her right now.

How unsettling.

Well, this at least made things a bit more convenient for me.

I led her by the hand to my motorcycle. I placed my hand under her thigh and raised it up, passing her leg over the seat. Once she was seated properly, I put the passenger helmet on over her head, sat down in front of her, and wrapped her arms securely around my waist.

I didn’t bother to waste any more time. I gradually picked up speed and ensured her grip didn’t slacken. Thankfully, her arms were locked in place and it seemed safe to travel in this fashion to the city only an hour away.

Once we arrived, I could get her checked on.