Meshitaki Onna ni Yakuza no Ai wa Omosugiru Chapter 6

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――Why, what happened.

I asked myself, but there could only be one reason.

That tonjiru and white rice.

As expected, they didn't like it. No, if it was to that degree it was still fine. In the chance that they ate it and got a stomachache, it would be awful.

――As thought, giving others something I made by hand was foolish! I'm sorry, nameless yakuzsan!

Even as I speculated such, so the other person wouldn't find me, I crouched stealthily.

If that guy was my neighbor, then he shouldn't come this way towards the stairs. He should return to his own room like normal.

I feel sorry for the people who（might have）hurt their stomach, but I don't want to show my face just to get beat up. 1

I don't know if they might even sell me to soap 2 or somewhere! ……Well, I don't think my body has much market value though.

Here, once my neighbor leaves, I'll sneakily go inside and take just the valuables.

Then, I can move out just like that.

As for the moving details, as an apology for the business trip this time, I'll make President take care of it. 3

Yes, let's do that. Un. That'll be good.

Reaching a conclusion, I continued to crouch as is.

After a time a clicking of his tongue and the sound of gruff footsteps, then the sound of a door opening and shutting transpired.

My neighbor likely returned to his own room.

Tiptoeing again, I didn't see anyone's figure in the hallway.

Feeling relieved, as not to make sound and cautiously being discreet, I proceeded forwards.

Especially when I passed my neighbor's place, I even stopped breathing.

But, even that vigilance, the moment I looked at my door, I completely forgot it.

「Ha? What is, this……」

I looked at the cheap-looking steel door in a stupor.

Plastered on the door, was many posters.

On cheap copy machine paper, or on the backs of leaflets, there were coarsely written letters.

――In other words, this was yakuza styled harassment.

After shuddering, the next moment I was tilting my head.

Huh, somehow what's written doesn't match up with my imagination?

『Give us tonjiru!』

『Let us eat rice!』

『Seconds, now!』

『You bastard. Don't you dare be unwilling!』

『If you won't let me eat tonjiru, I'll kill you!』

『Cook rice immediately! Or else I'll sink you in a bathtub』

『Please, give us tonjiru.』

『Mom, give us food』

『Kitchenmaid! 4 Hurry and make rice!』

『If you feed us, we'll do whatever you say.』

――Ha, what is this?

Too blank in amazement, I dropped my luggage case.

A thud resounding louder than I thought it would, I flinched in reflex.

A moment of silence. Then――

THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!!!! ――BANG!!!

Sounding from the room next door, was the sound of very lively footsteps.

And with an intensity that almost crushed it, the opening of the steel door.

The spirited men who exited looked over here with glaring eyes.

I gulped.

「っ!! There she is!」

THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD!!!!

Next I peeked at the multiple men's faces.

No matter which man, they had possessed eyes with a predatory glint.

Then, their faces grinned broadly.

「「「「Kitchenmaid, captured－!!!!!!」」」」

「HiIIII!」5

Not confident. Help onegai ↩ According to jisho, soap/soapland is a slang for a brothel where people can bathe with prostitutes. Huh.  ↩ I think… ↩  The def from jisho says it means 1. female cook; kitchenmaid 2. woman who served both as a waitress and a prostitute in Osaka teahouses. Possibly ironic double meaning, as ML is from the Kansai area (which Osaka is a part of) lol xD I'll mainly use kitchenmaid to substitute it from here on out tho~ ↩ Equivalent to “eeeeek” basically. I mainly try and keep these in romaji if I can, so read it like you're reading romaji. It's not a long “hi” as in “hello.” ↩

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