Chapter 499: BCL Chapter 494 Taki: No way I’m getting executed in the cinema.
Two o’clock in the afternoon.
At the cinema.
A cute brown-haired, blue-eyed girl stood in a corner of the hall; although the location was secluded, her beautiful appearance still attracted many gazes, but the brown-haired girl crossed her arms, striking a pose that kept people at a distance, and her expression was sometimes shy and annoyed, sometimes gritting her teeth, so no one dared to approach her to strike up a conversation.
"Soyo, good afternoon."
Kitahara stepped in front of the brown-haired girl and raised his hand to greet her.
"...Good afternoon."
Taki slightly tilted her pretty face up, met Kitahara’s gaze, and then quickly shifted her eyes away.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Taki could clearly hear her heart accelerating.
According to the plan with Soyo last night, after watching the movie, she would say she was tired and wanted to rest; this guy, whose head was full of perverted thoughts, would definitely not be able to hold back, and then she could switch her body back.
There was still half an hour until the movie started, and the movie was over ninety minutes long. In other words, in two hours, she would be doing that with the scumbag Kitahara...
At this thought, the temperature on Taki’s face rapidly rose, and her heart also accelerated rapidly.
Oh no!
It was simply too terrible!
They hadn’t even officially started dating, and they were already going to do that... Although it was Soyo’s body, the soul was her own soul!
After today... she wouldn’t be able to marry anyone else, right?
"Why did your face suddenly turn red?"
Kitahara’s concerned voice rang out:
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"I’m fine!"
Taki snapped back to attention, quickly took half a step back to create distance, and prevented Kitahara from touching her forehead:
"I just came in from outside, and the weather is too hot... That’s all!"
"It’s good that you’re fine," Kitahara suggested. "Then I’ll go buy two ice creams?"
"Hmph~"
Taki let out a soft hum, signifying her agreement.
Kitahara asked:
"What flavor of ice cream do you want?"
Taki crossed her arms:
"I can have anything."
Kitahara looked towards the direction where ice cream was sold:
"Then I’ll buy cilantro-flavored ice cream?"
"Huh?"
Taki unconsciously raised her voice:
"Is there really an ice cream with such a terrible flavor?"
"There really is," Kitahara extended his right hand, naturally taking the girl’s soft hand, and walked towards the vending machine. "I once had a chewing gum that was a limited edition of floral water flavor."
Taki couldn’t help but retort:
"Floral Water... it must taste super weird, right?"
Kitahara nodded and said:
"It’s indeed unforgettable, lifelong unforgettable."
"..."
After walking a few steps, Taki finally belatedly realized that she had been holding Kitahara’s hand at some point.
"You..."
"What’s wrong, Soyo?"
Taki had wanted to say ’let go of me, I’ll walk myself’, but the words reached her lips and she ultimately swallowed them.
The two of them had already done the most intimate things, so holding hands was nothing. If she insisted on Kitahara letting go, it might make him suspicious.
Besides, with his thick skin, telling him would probably be useless anyway...
"Nothing," Taki lightly snorted. "I’ll buy my own ice cream."
Arriving at the vending machine, they each bought an ice cream.
"Oh right, Soyo invited me to watch a movie, but she hasn’t said what movie it is yet, and have you bought the movie tickets?"
Kitahara took a bite of his ice cream, then asked about the main topic.
"The movie tickets have already been bought..."
Tasting her coffee ice cream, Taki’s eyes quietly curved into crescent moons, and she replied upon hearing the question:
"We can go check the tickets now."
"Then let’s go."
"..."
A moment later.
The two arrived at the ticket check.
Taki took out two movie tickets from her bag, and then her eyes suddenly widened.
"’The House of Horrors’..."
Kitahara’s curious voice rang out:
"When did Soyo start liking horror thrillers?"
"I..."
Taki parted her lips, feeling wronged with nowhere to express it, and stammered:
"I, I suddenly wanted to try something different... That’s all!"
(Too much, too much, too much!)
(Soyo is really too much!)
Taki complained resentfully in her heart.
In fact.
These two movie tickets were not bought by her, but when she went to Soyo’s to change clothes in the morning, Soyo put the movie tickets in her bag, saying that she had bought them in advance, and now they just came in handy...
And it turned out to be a horror movie?
Was Soyo doing this on purpose or by accident?
Although there was no evidence, Taki’s intuition told her... it was 100% on purpose!
Since things had come to this, it was too late to refund the tickets and change movies. Taki could only brace herself and sit down with Kitahara in the designated cinema hall, their seats conveniently in the corner of the last row.
Simply put, as long as they didn’t make a world-shattering commotion, no one would notice them at all.
"Hold my ice cream for me." Taki handed over the ice cream, biting her teeth lightly. "I’m going to the bathroom."
Going to the bathroom was true, and questioning Soyo whether it was on purpose or by accident was also true.
"Okay."
Kitahara agreed and took the ice cream:
"Hurry back."
"..."
Ten minutes passed in a flash.
Just as the movie was about to start, Taki finally returned gracefully.
"Here, eat it quickly," Kitahara handed over the ice cream, reminding her. "The ice cream is about to melt, be careful not to get your clothes dirty."
Taki took the ice cream and snorted softly:
"I’m not a child, I don’t need you to..."
Before she finished speaking, as Taki bent down to lower her seat, a melted blob of ice cream directly slid off and plopped right in the middle of the seat with a splat.
"..."
Taki’s expression suddenly froze.
After a brief silence, Kitahara couldn’t help but smile:
"Look on the bright side, at least your clothes aren’t dirty."
"...You’re still laughing!"
Taki couldn’t help but puff out her cheeks:
"It’s all because of your jinxing!"
"Tsk~"
Kitahara lightly clicked his tongue:
"My kind reminder turned into jinxing, Soyo, you’re in trouble."
"Huh?"
Taki looked over cautiously: "What are you doing?"
Kitahara said calmly: "Next time Soyo cries and begs for mercy, I won’t stop."
"I won’t..." Taki was about to say she wouldn’t cry and beg for mercy, but as the words reached her lips, she suddenly realized what Kitahara was saying, and her pretty face instantly flushed, glaring at him with a mix of shame and anger: "Ptooey~!"
At the same time, Kitahara took out a tissue and wiped the ice cream clean from the seat.
"It’s barely sit-able now."
Taki furrowed her delicate brows, extended a slender index finger, and poked the seat, the sticky sensation instantly reaching her heart: "No, it’s only clean on the surface. My clothes will definitely get dirty if I sit down, right?"
As she spoke, the big screen suddenly lit up, indicating the movie was about to begin.
Kitahara whispered: "Then what do you plan to do?"
"I..." Taki parted her lips, intending to suggest swapping seats with Kitahara, but ultimately, she didn’t have Ryo’s thick skin and felt too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"I do have a suggestion," Kitahara smiled, "It won’t get your clothes dirty, and you can watch the movie comfortably."
"Eh, what method?" Taki’s eyes brightened, looking over expectantly.
"It’s simple..." Kitahara reached out and directly pulled Taki into his embrace.
"You, you, you... What are you doing?!" Taki was both shy and flustered, glaring at him nervously.
"Of course, I’m using my body as a seat," Kitahara said matter-of-factly, "Your clothes won’t get dirty now, will they?"
Her clothes wouldn’t get dirty, but this position was just too awful!
"No, what if someone sees us?" Taki’s small face flushed, her voice filled with shame.
Kitahara comforted her: "We’re in the last row. Unless people have eyes on the back of their heads, they won’t see us at all."
Taki bit her teeth lightly and said: "What about the surveillance cameras in the theater then?"
Kitahara feigned surprise and looked over: "I’m just holding Soyo to watch a movie, not doing anything strange. Is Soyo perhaps hoping I..."
Thump!
Taki headbutted him: "I’m not hoping for anything that awful!"
"..." As they spoke, the movie officially began.
Taki had no choice but to bite her teeth, lean forward, and quietly sit on Kitahara’s lap.
Fortunately, Kitahara only placed his hand on her waist and didn’t do anything strange. As the movie plot progressed, Taki gradually became engrossed and finally relaxed.
It had to be said that Soyo’s taste was excellent. Although "The Cunning House" was a suspense thriller, its quality was quite good, allowing it to enter the top ten at the box office this year.
Taki watched for a while and was quickly drawn into the plot, then quietly became engrossed in it.
After a while, a terrifying scene suddenly jumped out, and Taki gasped in fright, her body sliding back abruptly, changing from sitting on Kitahara’s lap to sitting in his arms.
This small interlude didn’t capture Taki’s attention. More intimate things had already been unlocked, so merely sitting in his arms to watch a movie didn’t bother her at all. The movie’s plot was far more engaging at the moment.
Seeing that Taki had no intention of getting up, Kitahara naturally said nothing more, quietly extending his arms to embrace the girl.
It wasn’t until Taki finished watching a dramatic segment of the plot that she finally felt something was amiss...
"Where is your hand touching?!" Taki’s eyes widened, glaring at him in shame and annoyance.
"I’m sorry," Kitahara’s expression was innocent, "My hand suddenly stopped obeying me. I don’t know what it’s doing either."
"Ptooey~" Taki couldn’t help but lightly spit, both ashamed and angry, wanting to hit him, her hands tightly covering her skirt: "Get your hand out right now!!"
This was a movie theater, and he dared to reach out like that! If it were somewhere else, he’d surely be even worse!
"Yes, yes." Kitahara withdrew his hand.
"If you dare to reach out again, you’re dead!" Taki’s small face was scalding hot, and she glared at him through gritted teeth, "Also, take out your phone from your pocket, be careful it doesn’t get crushed."
"...Phone?" Kitahara’s expression subtly shifted.
"I’m sorry, it’s not a phone."
"How could that be? Something so poky..." Taki paused slightly, then suddenly glimpsed Kitahara holding his phone in his left hand. She froze for two seconds, her pretty face instantly flushed, and she frantically distorted her body, trying to escape.
"Hiss..." Kitahara took a light breath, then quickly hugged Taki tightly: "Don’t move!"
"Let, let go of me! I want to get up!"
"Don’t disturb the other audience members."
"We’re in the last row, how could we possibly disturb anyone?"
"That’s true... but the chair is dirty. Even if I let you get up, you wouldn’t be able to sit, right?"
"None of your business!"
"..." Taki remembered the first half of the movie’s plot very clearly, but the latter half was very blurry. To be precise, due to certain unspeakable reasons, Taki’s head was spinning, and she couldn’t remember what she watched later.
Time quietly passed.
Amidst Taki’s torment, the movie finally came to an end.
"Let’s go, we’re going out." Kitahara took Taki’s hand, who was soft and weak, almost unable to stand, and walked out of the movie theater.
"The sun is still very hot... Do you want to rest for a bit first?"
Taki’s heart secretly quickened. She naturally knew what "rest" meant, and a mix of panic and shyness surged up, but she ultimately managed to endure it.
(Stay calm!)
(Don’t back down!)
(I’ve already sacrificed so much. If I can’t get my body back today, it’s too much of a loss no matter how I think about it!)
"Then, then let’s rest for a bit..." Taki lowered her small head, stammering shyly as she agreed.
"Leave it to me." Kitahara led Taki, walking forward.
Taki, however, kept her small head bowed in shame, not daring to look up at anyone. Fortunately, it wasn’t long before Kitahara stopped: "We’ve arrived at the Love Hotel."
"This fast..." Taki secretly looked up and almost choked.
(Lo-Love Hotel?!)
(To come to a place like this to rest, how awful!)
However, thinking about Soyo’s relationship with Kitahara, Taki ultimately swallowed her complaints.
(Don’t panic!)
(Be brave!)
(In half an hour, I’ll be free!)
Taki took a deep breath, trying her best to adjust her mindset, and followed Kitahara into the Love Hotel with her head down.
"What theme do you want to choose?" Kitahara asked, "Each room on the wall has a different theme. Bright means the room is empty, and grey means it’s occupied."
Taki nervously looked up and quickly scanned, finding that more than half of the rooms were grey.
(If I remember correctly, today is a weekday, right?)
(And it’s still daytime...)
(Why are so many people coming to the Love Hotel?!)
(And so many awful themes: train, school, hospital, prison... Awful! Absolutely awful!)
"I’m fine with anything... Kitahara-kun, you decide." Taki’s face was flushed, and she quickly lowered her small head, not daring to look further.
Kitahara mused: "Let me choose... The graveyard theme in the corner is empty. How about we try that?"
Taki: "..."
