"What?" Ginnan was shocked. "For God's sake no! I just couldn't believe it... this morning when I met him I didn't think he was that bad."
"Is it true?"
"Yes. Although I'm confused about what it looks like. Good or bad. I can't choose one."
"Ho. I see."
"And also. Where exactly is his girlfriend? How can she be so free?" Ginnan was surprised.
Hiro was even more surprised. "Why are you being so daft yourself?" he said bluntly. "Isn't he just someone else? You don't have to take care of him, Nan-Kun."
BLUSH!
Ginnan instantly blushed. "D-Do I look like that?"
"Stupid... that's obvious. Can you look in the mirror after this in your room?" challenged Hiro. "You must be laughing at yourself when you see it."
Ginnan snorted. "Forget it. I don't care anymore," he said quietly. "What's so good about a novelist anyway? So many people support him when it's not normal at all."
"Hohoho... so you hate it?" asked Hiro as they walked down the halls of the room.
"Not really."
"Maybe it's because you still have the love virus for Yuki, Nan-Kun..." Hiro said. "To the extent that the novels you've ever read-only belong to him and in the end... all you say is great is only him. Hahahaha... so bad."
Ginnan was annoyed.
"Shut up."
And Hiro laughed even wider. "Listen, Nan-Kun... Yuki has already decided on you. So I don't think you can expect her anymore."
Ginnan scowled. "I didn't expect it."
"But you still let it fly around you."
"Is that so weird? We're just friends like we used to be," Ginnan defended. "Yuki is the best after all. Because apart from her, is thereĀ girl... who wants to be my lover?"
Hiro shook his head. "Yes-yes... whatever. If you have become a slave to love, what do you do," he said. Then laugh. "This one my friend..."
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That night, Renji woke up before Yuka the prostitute came to wake him up. Renji had just taken a shower at that time. He was shaving and swearing in front of the mirror when his knife grazed the thin bruise that Haru had slapped him last night.
Yuka was already standing in front of his fish tank when Renji came out of the bathroom. The slut brought the spare key from Haru and smiled broadly as she turned to look at him.
"Master Renji?" he said. Approaching. "Good evening how are you?" he asked without pause.
Renji threw his tiny towel onto the bed without looking up. "Shower," he ordered. "I don't like the smell of your perfume."
"Wait a minute... are you serious?" Yuka asked. Rhetorical. "But I have prepared everything before coming here."
"And remove your makeup," Renji continued. "I don't like it."
"Oh my..." Yuka sighed in disbelief.
"You want me to file a dissatisfied complaint with your madam?"
Yuka was momentarily nervous. "Of course not," he said quickly. "But why do I have to do my make-up? I don't n a whim."
Renji snorted. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his fingers back through his hair. "So you don't feel pretty?" he asked frontally. Yuka looked straight at him. "Or insecure without your thick mask?"
Yuka was at a loss for words. He didn't even notice his bag fell on his side. "Oh my god . . . I already knew you had a sharp mouth."
The corner of Renji's lips rose to the side. "Is it true?"
"I'm a fan of your novels," Yuka said honestly. "But I didn't think that going head-to-head would be so much worse."
"Hmph, what do you expect from a guy like me?" Renji said nonchalantly. "You're just one hole after all I'll be tasting like so many others."
"..."
Hearing a single notification sound, Renji shifted his focus to the object. "Ah... so Haru chose you," he said slowly. "Even though I ordered something beautiful and not noisy."
"H... Hey, sir. I'm not naturally pretty. And I like to wear makeup too." Yuka said defensively.
Renji looked at him with interest this time.
"You know why? Because this is indeed an attribute of prostitutes. We try to attract the eye with anything. Starting from perfume, accessories, and many others. So how do I know if my perfume is not on r site? I'm a girl after all. If you want something natural, why don't you just order a man?"
"Ho... really amazing," Renji said. He even chuckled. "Though I only fished a little."
"What?"
"You know? I just want fall in love..." said Renji.
"WHAT?!"
Yuka wanted to laugh. The corners of his lips even trembled but were restrained when Renji made a serious face.
"But it's a lie. Haha..." Renji laughed with all his obscurity. He shook his head and smiled at the phone screen as if he was talking to his best friend, but suddenly looked angry and wanted to slam the thing on the floor. "While it's true I've always been attracted to anyone with a pretty face," he admits. "But not only that."
"Okay, fine..." Yuka picked up her bag and walked towards the sofa. She threw the bag and circled the room looking for wardrobe space. "So you want to rent sex or vent to your heart's content, sir?" he asked no less frontal.
"If both do you charge more?"
Yuka smiled. "No-no. Although I won't refuse if you want to be kind." She said.
Yuka turned a knob that she felt was right. At that time, she thought of something interesting.
"Oh, yeah... just vent is fine. I'm a fan after all. Anything about you would be interesting to hear."
"Hmph, I see."
"If you don't mind," Yuka said. "Ahahah... I don't even call you 'you anymore."
"Does not matter."
"So? Besides being beautiful... what should she do?" Yuka asked enthusiastically. "Besides, I need a picture of what your . . . girlfriend looks like. I mean, you never show her face in the media. As fans, we're curious about that."
"Don't talk about her," Renji said firmly. "I'm not in touch with anyone right now."
"What?" shocked Yuka. "Seriously-"
"Just don't talk about her."
Yuka was silent for a moment, then nodded obediently. "Okay," he said slowly. "So what about earlier?
"That one earlier, huh?" Renji put his phone on the nightstand and lay down on the bed. "She must not look cheap..." he said after the wind. The ceiling above seemed to float in his eyes.
"Then?"
"Not being the most righteous, not hanging on to her make-up, not being boring, and not being a hypocrite in front of anyone."
"Haha..." Yuka laughed when she finished hearing that. "Your taste is abstract."
"Is that so?"
"Really. I can't even describe what the real person looks like," said Yuka. "Why not just go easy? Everyone can do that."
Renji smiled sadly. "You mean falling in love with someone who isn't your type?" he asked rhetorically. "That sounds so magical."
"Wonderful?" surprised Yuka. "It's precisely your type that's hard to find now, Mr. Renji. Your standards are great."
"Haha..."
"After all, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she must use makeup even if it's very thin," said Yuka. "It's like our instincts, got it?"
"Ho... is that so?"
The tone asked, but Renji seemed to be mocking.
Yuka hesitated to hear it.
"I told you if you're looking for one without makeup, why don't you just date a man? What a weirdo..." Yuka said boldly.
Renji's chuckle sounded very, very mocking.
"For example, Haru is your manager?"
"Haru?"
Hearing this, Renji covered his eyes with his arm.
"Instead of discussing him, why don't you just go take a shower?"
Yuka was silent. She suddenly felt that it was inappropriate to say that name at this time. Even though it was only once. But she failed to ask. Yuka immediately looked for a bathrobe before leaving Renji to go to the bathroom.
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NB: I recommend reading the author's notes for each chapter as well. Because there are things that are quite important to know.