In my house, which is built in the same structure as a normal house, I gently placed the assassin that I brought home. I handcuff her wrists to the pillars just to be safe.
At ease, I sit down on the sofa. I take care of the lead ball in my right leg. It’s just poor treatment by having to pull it out with tweezers, but it’s the least I can do since I can’t go to the hospital.
My right leg is in unimaginable pain. I have gotten used to it because it used to happen to me often ten years ago. But I can’t help but tear up as I face the pain for the first time in a long time.
“I won’t be able to do anything for a week… but I don’t care about that… and I don’t remember if there was any food left…”
Until my right leg heals, I can’t do anything strenuous anyway. I’ll be careful when I go outside, just in case something happens. If I run out of food, my life is in danger.
I’m more concerned about the assassin, which I took home with me on the spur of the moment. I approach the assassin, crawling because my leg still hurts.
I cannot see her face at all because her eyes are closed, and a black mask covers her nose and mouth.
So as not to wake the unconscious assassin, I slowly remove the mask.
“Hey, you’re cute… ”
The assassin, with her eyes closed, has a neat face. She has a beautiful bridge on her nose and a pair of lips that accentuate her feminine features.
I raised her right arm sloppily, leaving her armpit bare, and I could only think that she was trying to kill a virgin as she was leaving her sides bare. I mean, she was trying to kill me.
I continue to make a funny joke. But then I get a little bit of a fright.
“But you know, she tried to kill me, so it’s fair that I played a little prank on her… ”
I thought and reached my fingertips to her cheek. Soft like a marshmallow. I can feel the elasticity of it pushing back against my finger. The assassin’s face contorts a little.
“Women are so soft… ”
I could not hide my amazement at the girl I was touching for the first time. I poked her several times.
Most of my school days were spent in organizations, so I remember that there were only strong men. I was the one who organized those strong men in high school…
“Can I touch your arms, too…? ”
I had the desire to touch those muscular-yet-slender arms. I wonder how many people she has killed with those arms. Thinking of that, I reach out my hand.
Just as I touch her arm a little, she hits my arm with her free left hand. I back away in surprise, but the assassin doesn’t seem to wake up. She is just sleeping with a pretty face.
“You moved your hand unconsciously… ”
As expected of an assassin whom I have recognized. Her hands were so sharp that I couldn’t imagine it from her pretty face.
I’m still afraid of this girl… Let’s not do anything bad and negotiate some stuff after she wakes up. I want her to have my first time, and I want her to make love to me, not by force, but from the bottom of her heart.
With this thought, I left the assassin and went to the kitchen to cook dinner.