Chapter 89: Attempted Impregnation

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“There’s another way to use this!”

Saeba-san deftly inserted a flathead screwdriver into the window frame and gave it a little twist.

Crack.

“It broke… and without a sound!” 

I never knew you could use a screwdriver like that. I won't explain it in detail to avoid it being misused.

“Alright, now just break the rest of it. Cover it up.”

Saeba-san is pulling out some masking tape from someone who knows where to secure the cracked glass. Makimura-san assisted him, both moving with such practiced ease. They were too skilled at this. These two must be part of the underworld.

They unlocked the window and lifted the curtain simultaneously. There, in the middle of the futon, was Ryuichi, the creepy mole guy, in the missionary position (almost) over Kojima-san. He looked shocked, turning his head towards us. He must have been too focused on his struggle with Kojima-san to notice our meddling. What an idiot!

From the side, I couldn’t see his face clearly, but the one being pinned down looked like Kojima-san. And there was the creepy mole guy, now aptly renamed Rape-Man, with his pants half-off.

“What the hell are you? Thieves?!”

“I told you, we’re the police. We had to come in through the balcony because you pretended not to be home,” I replied.

“Liar! No cop would enter like that!”

Well, he's not entirely wrong. My initial rage subsided a bit, and I began to think more clearly.

As I assessed the situation over Saeba-san's shoulder, Kojima-san, lying down, seemed to grasp what was happening. When our eyes met, her expression changed to one of sadness.

She burst into tears.

“Huh?!”

Saeba-san exclaimed, startled by her sudden tears.

“Yuuta… Yuutaaa…”

“Help me,” she cried out, her voice strained.

Hearing that, my switch flipped again. Rage filled me once more. I dashed forward and kicked Mole-Man’s face, who still hadn't moved from on top of Kojima-san.

“How long are you planning to stay on top of her?!”

Thud! I kicked him sideways. Reflexively, of course.

“Gahh!”

Finally, Mole-Man rolled off her. He lay on his back, his erect cock painfully obvious. His half-removed pants prevented him from getting up properly.

“You piece of s**t! Attacking a girl with your dick out! If you need relief so badly, go pay someone to suck you off, you f*****g pervert!”

“Hey, hey, calm down. I'll let it slide since it's a rapist, but no more hitting, alright? You're scary when you flip out.”

Saeba-san grabbed my arm to stop me.

He had a point. Killing this guy would mean no compensation, and I probably couldn’t take on Saeba-san and Makimura-san anyway. It’s better to back down.

Kojima-san was trembling, not yet processing the rapid turn of events. Her jacket was open, revealing her underwear, which was quite distracting.

“Here, take this.”

I took off my jacket and draped it over her. 

Black underwear, huh? She's got taste. But I couldn't ogle her with those two pervert cops behind me. I resigned myself to helping her.

Too bad I had to do this for someone I didn't even want to be with. But no matter how gallantly I acted, Kojima-san wasn't going to fall for me now.

No one's going to say it, so I'll say it myself: I'm pretty cool.

Kojima-san, oblivious to my inner monologue, started sobbing. I hoped she wasn't wetting herself.

I didn't have any comforting words, so I waited for her to calm down while restraining Mole-Man.

By the way, was the futon she was pinned to the one we were supposed to bring over? I'd rather not borrow that.