Chapter 371: Chapter 370.

Chapter 370. Operation: Brainjack, Phase 1; War of Attrition Day 1 (2/6)

“Cheating? Honestly… he does his best to stay away from other girls, he doesn’t have much interest in getting close to them. He treats women like they’re the plague at times. I feel like I’d have to force him to cheat on me if I want him to.”

“Huh? Are you sure you’re even dating a man? Are you sure they aren’t deceiving you and they’re secretly a woman dressed as a man?”

Excuse me, I take offense to that. I’m no woman, I simply desire to be left to my own devices and not be bothered or plagued by the overly complicated problems that arise from being involved with multiple women. Sadly, my efforts proved to be useless thanks to the red-headed menace standing next to me.

“No, I can assure you, he is a man.”

“How are you so sure?”

“How else if not having seen it with my own eyes?”

“I see. So you saw it. That disgusting thing. You have my deepest condolences.”

“Disgusting? There wasn’t anything disgusting about it at all.”

“Have you done it?”

“... well… no. It shames me to say it, but we haven’t done it yet.”

“Trust me, you should never do it. It doesn’t feel good at all like everyone says. It feeling good is all a bunch of bullshit propaganda. You should break up with that useless boyfriend as soon as possible. Having him isn’t doing you any favors.”

“How would you know it doesn’t feel good?”

“Obviously I’ve done it.”

“Did you only do it once?”

“No… I’ve done it many times. Not once has it ever felt good.”

“If that’s the case, don’t you think you should consider finding a guy who can make you feel good?”

“There are no men in the world who can make me feel good. No, not just me, any other woman.”

“Hmm… that’s just your opinion though. Have you asked other women what they think?”

“Yes. Every woman I’ve asked says they hate men and that it doesn’t feel good at all.” Because you made them say that.

“I see. Well, if it really doesn’t feel as good as you’d say… I guess I’ll break up with my boyfriend.”

She naturally wasn’t being serious.

“Good. Make sure you really make him cry and regret not showering you with compliments the way men should.”

“Didn’t you say their compliments don’t mean anything?”

“I did, but men should worship us like dogs, licking our feet, as we look down on them from above and spit all over their worthless disgusting bodies.”

“That’s quite the extreme point of view.”

“It’s not extreme at all. Men are just those types of vile creatures. One day you’ll understand, look back, and thank me for the advice I gave you today.”

“I suppose we’ll have to see about that.”

“Hey, aside from Yuna, there was something else I was looking for but didn’t find. The shelf that has them is empty, can you check to see if there’s any at the back?”

“Sure, what item was it though?”

“It’s easier to just show you.”

“Okay.”

Rosa passed by in front of me and exited from behind the counter. Malory led her to the end of one of the aisles, bent forward, and pointed. Rosa was on her left facing the end of the aisle head-on while Malory was perpendicular to the end of the aisle. From my angle, I had a clear view of her slender curves from behind.

It would be a lie to say she was physically unattractive. It was a shame her personality was so warped thanks to everything she’d been through from a young age. I couldn’t see it, but beneath the clothes she wore, on her back, if I were to believe the prostitute’s story, there were countless scars hidden. As for every other part of her body, it appeared to be untouched. She looked completely normal. If a man didn’t know what she really thought of men, they’d definitely fall for this honey trap when presented to them.

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She was looking back at me from the corner of her eye while bent forward. She even shot a scary wink my way. What the hell was she trying to do? Verify whether a man or woman was inside this costume by my reaction? Wait, was her plan to seduce me to verify whether the information Rosa told her was the truth?

“Alright, I’ll check the back to see if we have any more.”

“You will? Great, thanks.”

Rosa headed to the back room. Malory followed directly behind her.

When Rosa opened the door Malory looked inside. She was verifying whether or not Yuna might be hiding at the back of the store.

“You’ll need to wait out here, only staff are allowed inside.”

“Sure, no problem, I’ll wait.”

Rosa shut and closed the door behind her. I notice Malory bend over and wedge something under the door to prevent it from opening. I pretended I saw nothing. It was best to not confront this psychopath.

Rosa could just exit out the back exit and enter through the front entrance even if she couldn’t open that door.

Malory headed back to the opposite side of the counter in front of me with the sucker in her mouth. She leaned forward again on the counter emphasizing her cleavage.

“Hey, wanna have some fun?”

I shook my head.

“Come on, don’t be such a stick in the mud, let’s talk a little.”

I shook my head again.

She stuck her tongue out as she dragged the sucker down along it out of her mouth with her left hand. When her tongue reached the top of the sucker it flicked up over it and asked while pointing the sucker toward me, “How about I give you the rest of this sucker if you talk to me for a little bit?”

I raised my hand up and she immediately grinned with a disdainful look in her eyes thinking I’d accepted her offer.

Only, my hand didn’t stop to take the sucker. I placed my puffy palm on top of her head. Her expression stiffened up as the muscles in her body froze in place.

“Hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Honestly, I felt bad for her. She’s trying to do to innocent men what the worst sorts of men have done to her on a daily basis. She’s still going through it even now. It’s the mindset of many bullies in school. They have some sort of problem at home and they take it out on others they perceive to be weaker than themselves. 

She was like a child. A very misguided one at that. She wasn’t able to do anything to the men who use their superior physical strength to dominate her, so she gave up on the idea of fighting back against them. Rather, she adopted an approach of self-preservation.

To join them in the awful things they did to others. She’d become nothing more than a parasite. It reminded me of many characters I’d read about in stories. If someone stronger than Swastika appeared, just as those sorts of characters always did, she would definitely latch onto the stronger side at the drop of a hat. Sadly, no such person would ever appear. There were no heroes in this cruel world. Reality for her was a despairing one. In the end, you can only save yourself with your own strength… by fighting back. 

Honestly, I’ve always hated the idea of parasites. Thinking that parasitic worms I’m unaware of may even be in my body at this very moment leaching nutrients off the food I have digested irritates me. I spent my hard-earned money for that food, you bastard worm, don’t you dare eat my hard work like you’re entitled to it and offer nothing back in return. 

That was a major reason I wouldn’t eat stuff like sushi. Even if the odds were low, you were just begging for a parasite to slip by one day and get into your body if you weren’t careful. Any type of meat I ate was always fully cooked, I absolutely refused to eat undercooked meat that parasites might still be alive in. 

As such, it would follow that I should feel an immense revulsion toward a parasitic woman like this. Unfortunately, I felt neither revulsion nor attraction toward her. I suppose it was more a feeling of sympathy for someone who was weak like me. She was doing what it took to survive. No, perhaps, she was strong in a way. To continue living while suffering through it rather than choosing the easy way out. I suppose true parasites aren’t suffering 24/7 in exchange for feeding off their host to survive.

“Get your hand off of my head!” It took a full minute before Malory forcefully swatted my hand away. She shot me a furious glare, within her eyes mixed in there was a hint of confusion. She seemed flustered.

“If you have a little chat with me, I’ll consider not reporting you for sexual harassment.”

I raised my hands up to my sides and shrugged as I shook my head from left to right.

“What? Are you saying you’re not afraid?”

I nodded. I’m just a mascot, I didn’t even touch her directly. The costume did. At no point did my skin ever come into direct contact with her. You could hardly call this a sexual act.

On camera, it’d look more like an adult coaxing a child who was offering their sucker gesturing to them that it's okay for them to keep it.

“Are you treating me like a child?”

I nodded and gave her a round of applause. Congratulations, you understand.

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