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Hayato politely declined Jessica's invitation to go another three hundred rounds.
What a joke!
There was still serious business to handle later. What if his legs went weak and he couldn't swing his sword?
Jessica said with a smile, "It really is a strange feeling, isn't it?"
"Oh?" Hayato pointed at the collapsed bed and strips of cloth scattered all over the floor. "You mean this?"
"This is indeed a strange, even wonderful feeling, but that's not what I mean." Jessica giggled. "I mean that I clearly had no romantic feelings for you before, yet now I can't wait to pull you into my heart."
Hayato said, "Most people would hate that feeling, wouldn't they?"
Jessica said, "That's what makes it strange. Even knowing it was caused by an outside influence, I don't dislike it one bit."
"Hehe." Hayato smiled. "Maybe I'm just good in bed."
"You narcissist."
Hayato thought of Kate. Her situation was probably similar to Jessica Jones's, only she had fallen even deeper. What would happen if that inner demon were removed?
At that thought, Hayato could not help frowning.
Seeing his expression, Jessica smiled. "Don't worry, Eastern boy. I'm not going to cry and make a scene, demanding that you take responsibility. Yesterday, I chatted with the receptionist for a while. She said you have a beautiful blonde girlfriend. As for me, I'll only borrow your... when I need it."
Her gaze drifted toward Hayato's lower half.
What a female hooligan!
Well, well. So there actually comes a day when I become a tool?
And apparently, he was pretty useful.
Still, that did not seem like something to be proud of.
Whatever. He was already used to