Chapter 330: Chapter 329.

Chapter 329. Troubling Developments: Giving my Co-worker a Ride. (2/3)

With Yuna so close, I could feel her breath down the back of my neck whenever breathed in or out.

“Are you thinking of writing some romance between you and the guy you like but don’t know?”

“Hmm, should I? Maybe I should write that sort of story. That might be a bit interesting.”

“How do you even fall for someone you don’t know anyway?”

“How? That’s a good question. I’m not too sure about that myself. It might be dialogue.”

“Dialogue? What do you mean?”

“The person I like is an author like me.”

“Oh? Did you come across them on the platform you write your observation diary on?”

“No.”

“Oh? Where did you come across them then?”

“Amazon. It was by complete chance I came across their story.”

“Wow. I’ve never heard of an author so skilled he can get girls to fall for him when they don’t even know him.” Who is this bastard? Is he some sort of god?

“Hahah, he’s not skilled at all. His prose is terrible. His vocabulary is minimal. His descriptions are lacking to an extreme degree. Worldbuilding is practically non-existent. There are careless grammar mistakes every now and then. Sentences are occasionally a bit choppy. Spelling mistakes slip by his notice. I even question whether they actually do any editing or proofreading at all.”

“This author sounds awful.”

“Heheh, he is awful, you know. He ends things with lackluster cliffhangers pretty often. His afterwords are a mess, a complete and utter disaster. His pacing is awful at times too. He’ll spend way too much time on internal monologues and have his characters go off on random pointless tangents. He comes across as lazy and completely unprofessional, like he just can’t be bothered to care what people think of what he’s written or what he does with his stories.”

“What the hell do you like? It sounds like this man should be your mortal enemy who deserves nothing more than being burned at the cross for his heresy.”

“Well… the thing is… despite all of his shortcomings, there are people who still somehow enjoy his stories. I happen to be one of those people I guess. His dialogue is the one thing he has going for him. Ah, turn right on this street.”

“Sure.” I leaned to the right and made a sharp turn. 

Afraid we’d crash into the ground, Yuna hugged me tightly again and immediately complained, “Turn normally jerk!”

“Hahaha, that was a pretty normal turn on a motorcycle though.”

“Your last turn was normal, this one wasn’t normal at all,” Yuna grumbled in protest.

“Anyway, where were we? Oh, right. You were talking about dialogue or something, weren’t you?”

“Changing the subject.”

“Not changing it, simply returning to what we were talking about before.”

“Haaaaah. I fell for his dialogue. I enjoy the way his characters interact and connect. At some point, I felt like I was having an enjoyable conversation directly with him through his characters. It’s like each of his characters represents a small part of himself and with each new character, a new layer to him is gradually revealed. What he thinks, what he sees, what he feels, what he enjoys, the things that make him laugh, the things that make him cry, the things he fears the most, his insecurities, his vulnerabilities, weaknesses, and strengths. Through the character’s dialogue, I feel like I learn all of those things about him.”

“That sounds pretty scary if you ask me.”

“Well, you probably wouldn’t understand since you don’t write stories.”

“No, I certainly don’t.” Just what the hell sort of bullshit dialogue does the author she likes pull out of his ass?

“By the way, what’s the name this mystery author goes by?”

“Oh? Are you curious? Did you want to read his stories?”

“Not really, I just asked on a random whim. That’s all.”

“Well, I wouldn’t tell you anyway. It’s my little secret. I’m not going to share it with anyone.”

“What if he quits one day because things don’t work out sales-wise for him on Amazon?”

“That would be quite troubling.”

“Right? So why not tell me so he can make a quick buck or two?”

“Hmmm… well, I’ll consider telling you in the future I guess. Let me think about it.”

Yeah, there’s no chance in hell she’s talking about me. There’s no way I’m as bad in as many areas as the person she described. Besides that, I’m not even particularly great at dialogue. Whoever she’s talking about sounds like some sort of dialogue freak of nature.

“We’re here. It’s that building over there.”

It was a pretty large apartment complex.

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I parked up outside the front entrance and Yuna removed her arms from around my waist. She supported her weight with both hands on my shoulders as she got off the back. I unstrapped the helmet for her then tied it down behind me.

“Uh… thanks… for the ride.” She stared at me blankly for a moment before she thanked me and turned away.

With her back to me, she said, “I’ll see you at work next week then. Goodnight… Ran.”

“Night.”

I continued to watch her until she got inside the building. However, I didn’t leave after she entered. I could see her in the lobby from here waiting for the elevator. When the elevator arrived she looked my way and realized I was staring at her. A bit embarrassed, she twirled around a lock of her black hair and waved at me awkwardly with her other hand before she flusteredly fled into the elevator.

First experience getting dropped off at home by a guy after work. It was definitely the first time for her and she didn’t know how to react.

I dismounted my motorcycle parked outside and headed inside the apartment building. Why was I doing so? Well, it was only because of what happened earlier today at work. I had my doubts about something. Something had been bothering me. I didn’t know what it was, but my gut instinct told me there was something strange.

Yuna’s alleged friends. Were things really so simple? Did Yuna lie or hide anything? That was my biggest concern. I wanted to see with my own eyes her entering her place safely. That was why I stayed and didn’t immediately drive off.

I waited in front of the elevator and stared at the number on the panel that displayed the current floor the elevator was on. It stopped for a bit on the fifth floor for a moment before the number on the panel decreased down to four. Rather than waiting for it to return back to ground level, I took the stairs and swiftly ran up to the fifth floor. 

Nobody had entered the elevator with her, and the elevator started to descend right after it reached the fifth floor, so there was a very high chance that was the floor she’d gotten off on.

When I arrived on the fifth floor and turned the corner I peeked around the corner down the hallway and discovered Yuna in front of one of the doors. Only, she wasn’t alone.

Her back was to the door and she was surrounded by five people. Four of them were girls I recognized from earlier today, Yuna’s so-called friends, with the addition of a rather well-built guy who wasn’t together with them at the store today. The situation didn’t look like a friendly chat at all.

I immediately took out my phone and started recording while holding my phone around the corner. Running out like an idiot without a plan and not understanding the situation was something a dumbass would do.

“Yuna, I’m nothing but nice to you but it seems you just don’t understand my kindness.” The bitchy slut leader of the group was the one I heard speak when I arrived.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re nothing but nice to a loner like you but you sure take our benevolence for granted.” Another girl concurred.

Satisfied with her lackey’s response, the leader opened her mouth again, “That boyfriend of yours really wanted to act like some hot shit. Talking to me like that, he needs to learn his place as trash. I wonder how he’ll feel if you dump him and become a slutty nympho who craves other men’s dicks?”

She looked over to the man and signaled him with her eyes.

He chuckled sinisterly, moved closer to her, and slammed his hand on the door behind her directly above Yuna’s shoulder.

“Pathetic.” Contrary to my expectations, Yuna didn’t shrink back at all and spat that single word out coolly.

“Heh. Putting up a tough front when you’re actually really scared deep down?”

“Scared? Of what?”

“What do you think?” The leader slid her hand down Yuna’s cheek before she stopped at her chin and squeezed it.

“Why don’t you say what you’re really thinking right now?”

“Leave me alone.”

“I’m telling you this for your own good as your friend, Yuna. Break up with that loser, he’s a nobody. You should get with a guy with money who you can milk for everything he’s worth.”

“Who I date has nothing to do with you.”

“If it wasn’t for us seducing and extorting money from the slimeball who gave you that loan back then when you couldn’t pay and he tried to get you to pay with your body instead, where do you think you’d be right now, Yuna? Do you think you’d still be able to enjoy your little life at university? Did you forget that all men are worthless trash to women? They don’t even deserve to live.”

Despite her words, the guy in front of Yuna didn’t seem to care at all. He sort of looked more like a domesticated mad dog who took pleasure in those sorts of words. 

How scary though. I didn’t expect this sort of thing at all.

“I’m thankful for what you did for me.”

“Then-”

“But I don’t think all men are horrible like you believe they are.”

The leader frowned deeply with a sharp look in her eyes, “Why don’t you understand, Yuna? Men are all trash. Every single one of them? There isn’t a single man alive that isn’t a worthless piece of garbage.”

“Have you met every man in the world?”

“Of course not, but they’re all the same. Horny losers who if you so much as show a leg to them, they’ll start jerking off to it.”

“If you haven’t met every man, how can you say with certainty there aren’t any decent guys among them?”

“Look and see for yourself.”

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