Chapter 106. Kyah ~ Stop it ~

108 Chapter 106. Kyah ~ Stop it ~

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"I ... don't think ... I can make it ... Leave me, buddy ... Run ... And save yourself ..." Larry said in a weak voice. His head leaned against the back of his chair, his eyes stared at me dimly, his hand lifted to me weakly as if his life almost escaped from his body.

"Hang on! You can do it!" I encouraged him.

"I ... Can't ..." His voice sounded like a dying tragic hero in a low budget action movie. Then his hand fell limply onto the desk and his eyes closed.

- Plak!

I smacked his head with a book.

"Awww!" He rubbed his head and opened his eyes.

"Don't be so dramatic. You just need one more page," I said irritably.

"Huhuhu ... Can you do it for me?" he whined.

"I've done half of your assignment. That's more than enough." Again, I gave him another death glare.

"Huh ... uh ..." he whined as he gave me a pleading look, like a kid asking his parents for toys.

And my expression didn't change.

He pulled the end of my t-shirt repeatedly.

"Pleaseeee ...." he said with a pleading voice and an innocent smile.

I rolled up the book in my hand and smacked his hand like swatting a fly.

"Awww!" He pulled his hand and rubbed it with his other hand. His eyes were still looking at me with a pleading look.

I replied by shaking my head slightly towards his laptop on his desk, telling him to continue working on his assignment.

"Meanie," he grumbled.

"If you say that one more time, I won't help you anymore," I threatened.

"Ahhh! Okay, okay. I'm sorry," he said in a panic.

I shook my head slightly towards his laptop once again.

Even though his face looked sour, his hands were back on the keyboard. I leaned my back in my chair, opened the book in my hand and continued to read it. In contrast to Larry who sat facing his desk, I sat with the back of my chair facing his desk while I faced his room which was filled with game posters on his wall.

After that, we fell silent. All I could hear was the sound of Larry's fingers on the keyboard.

Minutes passed, I closed the book in my hand and turned to my side to check on Larry since I started hearing strange noises from him. I gasped in shock since Larry looked like an overheated zombie. His blank eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers kept moving swiftly on the keyboard while his mouth was muttering something.

'He looks like an author on his deadline.'UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

My gaze shifted to his laptop screen to check his work.

'Well, at least he's got it right.'

'Body Pillow *?' (Body Pillow / Dakimakura is a type of large pillow from Japan which usually has anime pictures as its cover.)

I walked to that pillow.

'I didn't know he likes something like this.' As I approached, a faint smell like iron started to pierce my nose and I recognized it as the blood smell.

I knelt and lowered my head to check under his bed, following the smell. A half-wet demon hunter uniform lay there. After turning to Larry, making sure he didn't see me, I reached my hand and took it. Large bloodstains were visible on the uniform's sleeves. I knew it wasn't his blood, because I was sure his hands weren't hurt. Somehow I could imagine how desperately he tried to help his friend last night.

After putting his uniform back to the place, my gaze shifted to the body pillow in front of me. I realized that even though the body pillow looked normal, faintly, I could see there was something else in it. My hand took the pillow and examined what it was.

I pulled my hand, while Larry quickly threw the pillow on the bed.

"Ma'am, this is just a misunderstanding," I said quickly.

"Mom, it's not what you think," said Larry at the same time. We looked like brothers in crime now.

Larry's mother still stiffened in shock.

"Larry said the pillow could talk so he asked me to press it," I tried to explain.

"Yeah, this is a custom pillow. It gives a different soft feeling than the others. I thought Ethan would like it after he tried it," Larry added. Now, he used 'it' instead of 'her'.

"You want Ethan to 'try' it?" Larry's mother said in disbelief. Then she turned to me.

"And you agreed to 'do' it ..."

I turned my gaze to Larry and we talked to each other with our eyes like telepathy.

'That sounds wrong. Now she thinks you managed to degenerate me.' - Ethan.

'You're right. Let me explain it one more time '- Larry.

Larry turned to his mother.

"Mom, we are just playing with the pillow. It's a normal thing for grown-up men to do it. There's nothing to worry about," he explained in a calm tone.

I facepalmed myself as I turned to Larry again since his sentences sounded ambiguous and it would only exacerbate her misunderstanding.

'Are you stupid or something?' - Ethan.

'Hey, we were really playing with it.' - Larry.

"Ethan ... I thought you could set a good example for Larry. But I was wrong ..." Her shock expression did not change.

"Ma'am, believe me. It's just a misunderstanding, we didn't do anything to the pillow. Besides he's not that bad," I tried to defend Larry since I knew he was only using the pillow as a hiding place for his uniform.

"Mom, Ethan won't do that kind of thing." Again, he said that at the same time with me, making we were trying to cover up each other's crime.

"Right ... I believe in you." But despite her words her eyes stared at us in disappointment, she looked like a girl who just caught her boyfriend cheating on her. She turned around.

"Don't forget to clean it after you are done. I'll be waiting for you in the dining room."

"Wait! We really don't -" we said at the same time.

- Blam!

Before we finished our sentences, the door closed followed by the sound of footsteps. We were stunned in shock.

"Explain it to your mom," I said.

"But how ?? She won't believe whatever I say."

"Are you going to let her think that we are body pillow rapists?"

"Well ... a body pillow rapist doesn't sound as bad as a pathetic single," he tried to be funny. Some of his chuckles mixed up when he said it.

And I replied with a flat stare.

"That's worse."

He sighed.

"Yea, I know."

"We better get out of here before she thinks we really 'raped' that pillow." We sighed as we thought how to explain it before we stepped out of the room with the same thought in our heads.

'Hiding identity isn't an easy task ...'