Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 189

Chapter 189. An Awkward Encounter in a Public Washroom. (9/9)

“Hah… hah… that felt a lot better than doing it myself.” Those words were not Rosa’s, but rather, the assassin known as the Man Killer. I really didn’t know how to feel about it. Maybe, sha? For letting myself get caught up in the mont.

“Haha, that tongue of yours is no laughing matter. I can hardly even move my legs.”

Rosa’s legs slid off her Master’s shoulders and landed over mine. She released the walls of the stall and her back slid down against the wall behind her back.

She ended up in a position seated atop my shoulders with her inner fleshy thighs squeezing my cheeks together.

“Rosa, I’m already an hour late to work, I’ve got to go. Poor Alicia is all alone right now because of this.”

“Ah! Right! I totally forgot because it was my day off today. Ugh, Alicia’s on her own now, isn’t she? Sorry Ran, hurry up and get going. That girl’s probably being sward as we speak without you there to keep the custors at bay. She told it always gets that way when Yuna’s on her break at work, the sa thing also happens when I go on break on Saturdays, the one day we work together at the branch store.”

“Haaaaah. So it happened at the other store too? It isn’t that bad at our store because I put an end to that problem early on. But Alicia really is too good for business. To the point that it’s troubling when she doesn’t have a partner around to do crowd control. Those guys end up going crazy for her. She’s unknowingly developed a religion with her at the center.”

“Is Alicia the co-worker I let you text before?”

“Yes,” I confird her suspicions.

“By the way, she’s also Ran’s girlfriend.” Rosa blurted out proudly.

“Oh~ how impressive~”

“I’m leaving.” I didn’t want to stick around to hear whatever nonsense the two would start chirping about so I imdiately stood up, cleaned myself up using the sink, then sprinted out of the washroom at full speed to work.

When I burst through the front door, I saw a mid-sized line up to the counter and sighed. Alicia who’d spotted looked ready to jump over the counter and hug the hero who’d arrived to save the day. Of course, she naturally couldn’t do that since she was dealing with custors.

I ran to the back, changed into my work attire, and got behind the register to help her out. I manned the second register and quickly cleared up the line of custors with her.

Since I wasn’t nearly as chatty and people didn’t care to talk to much, I was able to handle three transactions in the ti it took Alicia to complete one. I was all about efficiency. I couldn’t care less about the custor’s feelings or small talk. They were all here just to chat with Alicia anyway, not . My appearance had shattered their little dreams.

When the custors realized I was a nuisance to their goal of chatting with Alicia, the number of people entering the store decreased substantially and order was gradually restored.

Sohow, shortly after Alicia started here, the custors in her fan club adopted a schedule where they took turns and ca in at a designated ti slot. It guaranteed they would not overwork or tire out their Goddess and make her quit. This also ensured the store didn’t end up too busy and that they’d all be able to chat with their great goddess Alicia.

Before when they were nothing but a disorderly mob, her co-workers would make it so many of them wouldn’t get that chance to talk to their Goddess. Thus, they ford a united coalition against the co-workers Alicia worked with during her shift to ensure they could all have their turn with the Goddess.

However, this order was only maintained so long as she had a co-worker with her. When she didn’t have a co-worker with her... the less disciplined mbers of her fan club would swarm the store en masse forgetting all about their so-called ti slots. It turned into a war, a blood-stained battlefield where only the strongest of custors would acquire the chance to speak to their great Goddess Alicia.

Haaaah. Do these morons have nothing better to do with their lives? It’s just one girl. Is talking to her really that big a deal?

As soone who lived together with their Goddess, I just couldn’t understand. I’d even tried everything to run away from her in the past. Why are you guys doing everything you can to run toward her? She’s still in high school and underage you know. If I was your age I’d be running for the hills fearful I’d get a knock on my door.

I may physically be her age, but I still had reservations about crossing the line with both Rosa and Alicia because of my ntal age. It always felt weird to , but Rosa was extrely pushy and got into those sorts of situations.

Even today was no different.

“Thanks…” Alicia’s eyes scanned the store quickly and made sure nobody else was around before she finished what she wanted to say, “... Ran. It got so busy because you weren’t around.”

“Sorry about that.”

“You said sothing unexpected ca up, what was it?”

“Uh… well… it’s sort of a long story. Your fan club is pretty hardcore though.”

“They’re not my fan club, they’re valuable custors.”

“Haha, right, right. Sure, whatever you say. It must be tough being so popular.”

She puffed out one cheek and pinched my stomach.

“If I just said I had a boyfriend I probably wouldn’t have this problem you know.”

“You want to co out and say that? I’ll be lynched by your fan club.”

“Val-u-a-ble cus-tom-ers. They are valuable custors, Ran. If not for them we wouldn’t have a job. You’re the one who taught that.”

“Hahaha, yes, I did, didn’t I? But how would I know they’d start a religion around you?”

“They didn’t.”

“You’re in denial.”

“They didn’t.” She was adamant in refuting it despite the one guy who often ca in with a book and preached to unenlightened new custors in the store about the good word of Goddess Alicia.

“Gospel Man pfft.”

“Don’t ever bring that subject up again. He is a… valuable custor…” Her smile was extrely stiff when she squeezed those two words out.

Gospel Man was sothing even Alicia, the social butterfly, found as soone difficult to deal with.

Gospel Man was the man who rose up to the challenge to unite her relig- ehem- fan club. Pffthahahaha. It was honestly pretty funny. They called themselves a fan club, but I was truly convinced they were a religion.

If Goddess Alicia really wanted so peace and quiet in the store, all she really needed to do was ordain it. I was convinced they’d all fall to their knees in worship and treat her words as so sort of divine command from the Heavens.

The power of attractive people was truly remarkable.

“You’re not going to tell what happened?”

“Haaaaah. Well, I guess you could say I was finally ambushed by an assassin.”

“What! Are you okay!”

“Yes, yes. It’s all been taken care of with Rosa’s assistance sohow.”

“Phew. Thankfully it was her day off then. If it was another day she might not have gotten to you in ti. She might have missed your call or text if working.”

“Yeah, now that you ntion it. It actually is a godsend that it was on her day off. If it wasn’t I might have really… lost sothing important.”

“Lost sothing important?”

“Well, my life is pretty important, right?” My life as a man that is.

“Oh, that. Yes, that is very important.”

“Anyway, sorry for being late and making you worry.”

“It’s fine, as long as you’re safe.” When Alicia smiled at , all the exhaustion I felt from the encounter today faded away into nothingness. A Goddess, it might not be so hard to see why her fan club thought of her that way.