"Good job. Keep on keeping a sharp eye, young man."
Akira said as he received the tape of last night’s surveillance from Karen’s room.
I watched him take it, and for a brief mont, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he did with those recordings. But I didn’t ask. Didn’t need to. So questions were better left alone.
I gave a slight bow, then turned and walked out.
The elevator ride down was quiet, but the mont I stepped onto the work floor, the atmosphere shifted. Mocking glances. Side-eyes. The usual bullshit.
Karen was there too, inside one of the glass-walled offices, focused on her computer like nothing in the world bothered her.
Tch.
Secretary Kim, on the other hand, didn’t even try to hide it. One look at , and she rolled her eyes like my existence personally offended her.
I ignored all of them and walked out.
Now that everyone was busy with work... it was ti.
First stop—I headed to a local electronics shop and picked up a few mouthpieces. Small devices, button-sized, connected to a receiver system that functioned like a long-range walkie-talkie. Anything they picked up, I’d hear.
I paid for them using the money l got from Sakura, then stopped by a fast food spot and grabbed two big burgers and drinks.
If I was back on Earth, I might as well enjoy what I couldn’t get in Eldoria.
Back at my place, I ate till I was full, then dug through my room and found a bunch of keys.
Spare keys. Most likely for the dorm rooms.
Just what I needed.
I headed straight for the dormitory.
Even though it was my first ti physically going inside, it didn’t feel new. Hours of surveillance had already burned the layout into my head.
I moved down the corridor without hesitation and stopped at the last room.
Karen’s.
Pulling out the keys, I started trying them one after another. There were a lot—more than I liked, and it took longer than expected before one finally clicked.
The door opened.
I stepped in.
First thing I saw? A pair of dirty panties on the floor. A bra tossed carelessly on the couch.
...Yeah.
I rolled my eyes and ignored it.
Not why I was here.
I got to work, planting the mouthpieces in spots no one would notice. Small corners, hidden edges, places people never paid attention to.
Three in the dining area.
Three in the bedroom.
Two in the bathroom.
Done.
I turned and headed out.
But the mont I stepped into the corridor and started locking the door, I ran into soone.
A woman.
No... a milf.
That much was obvious the second I noticed the Sexual Frustration Level hovering above her head.
78%.
...Damn. It was high.
She was in her nightwear, standing there with a questioning look on her face.
I stayed calm.
"Oh—hey. Good afternoon," I said casually, locking Karen’s door.
"Hi..." she replied, eyeing . "You are...?"
"Security. And dormitory caretaker. I was just... fixing a broken bulb in this room."
"Oh..." she nodded slowly. "I heard my husband ntion there was a new security guard. But... you don’t look like how he described."
Ah. So her husband was one of those idiots at the workplace?
Makes sense.
Now that I got a proper look at her... She was the sa woman I’d seen on the caras that first day.
In the shower.
Long brunette hair, slightly ssy. Lazy eyes that matched her slouched posture. She looked tired... drained.
But even like that, she was beautiful.
And her body? Well, it had curves in all the right places.
I scratched the back of my neck, letting out a small, fake chuckle. "Oh yeah? What did he say about ?"
She looked at for a mont, then shook her head. "Nothing special. I’m Loona."
"Asher," I replied, stepping closer and extending my hand. "Nice to et you."
She glanced at my hand.
I half expected her to ignore it or react like the others, but she took it and shook it.
...Interesting.
Maybe she was just too tired to care. Or maybe she wasn’t like the rest.
Either way, I activated my Sexual Profile on her.
[Na: Loona]
[Age: 37]
[Height: 5’6 — Breast Size: I-cup]
...Damn. Her tits are huge. No wonder.
[Erogenous Zones: Armpits, clit, cervix, lips]
[Current State: Suffers from backache]
Yeah, that checks out. Carrying those huge divine milk jugs of hers everyday? Of course her back would be killing her.
I decided to push my luck.
Maybe even farm a few pleasure points while I was at it.
"Um... you look tired, ma’am. Are you okay?" I asked, softening my voice just enough.
"Yeah... I’m fine. Just sleepy," she said, already turning away. "Well, see you around."
Before she could leave, I gently caught her hand.
"Sorry... but I couldn’t help noticing—you seem to have a backache."
She froze slightly. "...How did you know?"
I smiled. "I grew up in a village. Lots of older people with back problems. I used to help them deal with it."
She raised a brow. "A village? But my husband said you’re so clueless brat who doesn’t know anything or even where you ca from."
...Damn your husband!!
"Yeah... that’s true," I said smoothly. "I’ve got amnesia. Sotis I rember things... then I forget again."
She nodded slowly. "...Okay."
Her eyes dropped briefly to my hand still holding hers.
I let go imdiately.
"So... if you don’t mind, I can help with the backache," I continued. "I’ve got a few natural redies."
She went quiet, thinking it over. Then she glanced at the watch on her wrist and sighed.
"...Alright. But only for thirty minutes. My husband will be back in about an hour, and he... doesn’t really like you."
"Totally understandable," I nodded.
I gestured lightly toward her door. "May I?"
She tilted her head slightly. "Aren’t you going to get your ’natural redies’?"
"Oh, I’ve got it with ."
I slipped a hand into my pocket, accessing my item box, and pulled out a small healing potion, holding it up for her to see.
"You see."
She smiled faintly.
"...Alright. Co in."
Tbc.
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