'Uh... I don't think I offended her, right?'
Aiden scratched his head, beginning to recall what he had done just now, but aside from secretly glancing at her chest a few times, it seemed he hadn't done anything outrageous.
Besides, with the witch's personality, even if she caught him sneaking glances at her chest, she probably wouldn't get angry...
'So, what's wrong with me?'
With Aiden's confused expression, the black-haired witch stopped the sports car in front of a motel.
"We're here?" Aiden looked at the motel in front of him.
When he was in Raccoon City, he had also stayed in a motel for certain reasons, but his impression of motels wasn't very good, he could only describe them as dirty, messy, and bad.
"You don't live here, do you?" Aiden looked suspicious. Why did it seem like the black-haired witch was doing worse than the silver-haired witch? But it wasn't like this in the game.
Just as Aiden was feeling puzzled, the black-haired witch spoke coldly, "Do you think I would live in this kind of place?"
"Probably not." Aiden shook his head.
"Don't use 'probably', use 'definitely'." The black-haired witch shot him a glare, "At this hour, most convenience stores and supermarkets are closed. Only motel convenience stores are open 24 hours. The neighborhood I live in only has one supermarket..."
"So you want to buy something?" Aiden understood what Bayonetta meant.
"Alcohol. It's your first time at my house, so at the very least, I should prepare a welcome ceremony for you." The black-haired witch said matter-of-factly.
'Uh... are all witches this ceremonial?'
Aiden thought of Jeanne. When he went to Jeanne's house, she had also said she wanted to prepare a welcome ceremony for him.
"Also, I need to prepare a few things for men. At the very least, I need to get you a pair of slippers. Of course, if you end up staying for a while, I'll also need to get you a razor." The black-haired witch started calculating, seemingly having forgotten she was angry with Aiden earlier.
Hearing the black-haired witch's words, Aiden had a strong sense of déjà vu. In his eyes, he could vaguely see Jeanne's silhouette appear behind Bayonetta.
As expected of being the closest best friends, even the way they treat men is the same.
But Aiden couldn't help but feel impressed. Even though witches have an unrestrained way of doing things, they are surprisingly caring.
Feeling this way, Aiden got out of the car with Bayonetta and walked into the convenience store inside the motel.
The owner of the convenience store was a middle-aged white man. This seemed to be standard for every motel.
When he saw the two of them enter, the middle-aged man didn't even lift his eyelids and said indifferently, "Welcome to Duncan's Motel. We have the most complete selection of daily necessities, including firearms and bullets..."
By the time he got to the end, the middle-aged man lifted his head, and when he saw a man and a woman, he added another line, "Of course, we also have... those. Every flavor you can think of."
"Do you have rosemary flavor?" The black-haired witch was not the type of shy little girl, she asked directly.
"Probably not..." The middle-aged man thought the black-haired witch would be more reserved. Hearing that, he froze a little.
"Then don't say you have every flavor. Also, I don't need them with him."
Bayonetta looked at Aiden with a smiling expression, "Mhm-hmm, darling, do you want one? I heard wearing those makes it uncomfortable for men!"
'Can you not say it that directly, Miss Witch...'
Even though Aiden was already battle-hardened, his reserved Eastern nature still made him a little embarrassed hearing their conversation.
After all, just a few months ago (in real life), he was still the type of innocent boy who would blush just from accidentally buying them instead of gum at the supermarket.
"Mr. Cat, you're embarrassed." Of course the black-haired witch noticed the flash of awkwardness on Aiden's face.
"No." Aiden replied calmly, then walked over to the cashier, randomly picked a box without even looking.
At that moment, the middle-aged white man suddenly reminded him, "That's chewing gum."
Aiden froze, quickly looked down, and sure enough, it was gum.
"That's what I want." Aiden raised the gum, "With this stuff, you don't need to brush your teeth."
"Were you in the military?" The middle-aged white man asked with some curiosity. After all, in any army, chewing gum was often issued as a temporary alternative when brushing wasn't possible.
"Mm." Aiden didn't want to talk about his past with a stranger. He nodded and walked deeper into the store.
Bayonetta looked at Aiden's back and, after thinking for a bit, gave up on selecting items at the counter. After all, she felt it was still too early, and maybe they wouldn't even need those things later.
Not long after, the two of them returned to the cashier with their arms full of stuff.
Aiden bought a bunch of food. Since the witch said she wanted to drink, he figured he should prepare some snacks to go with the alcohol.
As expected, aside from a few bottles of alcohol, the witch also bought some men's items.
"Too bad they don't have pajamas here." Bayonetta thought with some regret, then pulled out her wallet to pay.
But Aiden beat her to it and paid first.
Back in Country D, everything was prepared for him by Jeanne. That made him feel like a man living off a woman. To avoid that feeling again, he needed to take the initiative.
"Mhm-hmm, I hope when we get home later, you'll be just as proactive as you were when paying." The witch said with a giggle.
Because the sports car had no trunk, after leaving the motel, Aiden carried everything in his arms. He was originally planning to put them at his feet, but that would've left him no space to put his legs.
As someone who strictly follows car rules, he would never do what the black-haired witch did, putting both feet on the car's control panel for comfort.
Then the black-haired witch started the car and drove toward her home.
Not long after, the two arrived at a neighborhood. But neighborhoods in M Country were a little different from those in his own country.
These were all standalone houses. However, unlike Enzo's place, the house the black-haired witch lived in was made of wood, though the conditions looked a bit better than Jeanne's.
"Is a nun's salary really that high?"
After getting out of the car, Aiden looked at the house, which was not much smaller in size than Enzo's, and was very surprised.
Although he knew M Country had a low population density, this was still a city. Even though taxes on wooden houses weren't high, it was still quite a big expense.
The black-haired witch took a bag from Aiden's arms and said as she walked, "The church I serve doesn't pay a salary, since I'm only a volunteer, and not a sincere one at that. Speaking of which, can you help me get the key? It's in the left butt pocket."
She bought a lot of things, and with her arms full, she couldn't free her hands.
"Sounds like you're the kind of ox and horse that capitalists love... But your clothes are made from your hair, right? How can you store keys?" Aiden lowered his head in confusion, looking at the witch's perky butt, the perfect curve showed no trace of a key.
"Since my hair can become clothes, why can't it store things? Besides, a key isn't some large item." The black-haired witch said as she pointed her butt at Aiden.
Aiden looked at that perfect curve and thought about how good it might feel, but still said, "If that's the case, why not use your hair to store the stuff in your hands, then get the key yourself?"
The black-haired witch rolled her eyes and replied with irritation, "Because I'm giving you a legitimate reason to touch my butt. Don't you want it?"
That reason is indeed legit, and of course, I want to try.
Aiden thought to himself, stopped hesitating, and freed one hand, reaching into the pocket made of hair.
"How's the feel?" The black-haired witch suddenly asked.
"Top-notch." Aiden answered honestly. Even with a layer of "fabric," he could still clearly feel his hand sink deep in.
"Thanks for the compliment!" The black-haired witch raised an eyebrow.
But after Aiden touched the key, he quickly pulled his hand out and opened the door to go in.
He felt Bayonetta was really too much to handle, at least one level above Jeanne. A bit overwhelming.
"Why do you look more like the owner of this house than me?"
The black-haired witch followed closely behind, watching Aiden skillfully pull out a pair of slippers from the bag, put them on, then go to the fridge, take out a bottle of cola, and drink it. She couldn't help but tease him.
Aiden downed half a can of cola in one go, let out a long breath. The cold soda calmed him a bit, then he carried the cola over to the sofa, sat down, put both feet on the coffee table, and said, "Do we still need to be polite with each other?"
"That makes sense... But what exactly is the relationship between us?" The black-haired witch sorted the items and took out the bottles of alcohol while speaking, thinking about which bottle to drink later.
"What do you think?" Aiden took another sip of cola, then asked back.
"Shouldn't that be something you answer? You're the man, you should be the one taking the initiative." The black-haired witch walked over to the wine cabinet and took out two dusty wine glasses.
She usually drank at the Gates of Hell bar, she couldn't remember the last time these glasses had been used.
Frowning, she first opened the red wine bottle she had chosen, then carried the two glasses over to the sink, turned on the faucet, and started washing them.
While washing, the witch didn't get a response from Aiden, thinking he might be too shy to say anything, so she added, "But just now when paying, you were really proactive."
"That's different." Aiden curled his lips, then turned to lie back on the sofa, looking at the witch's tall and full figure from behind.
"Can you prepare some snacks? I already bought food, just cook it casually."
When they celebrated Enzo's birthday, Enzo's wife had prepared a full table of food, but Aiden hadn't eaten much. From the start, that overly sweet cake had already numbed his taste buds. So by now, he was feeling hungry.
"Why should I cook? You're the one who bought the food." The black-haired witch said in frustration.
Aiden chuckled, "But this is your house, and you invited me. Have you ever heard of a guest visiting the host's house and having to cook themselves?"
"But you just said our relationship isn't ordinary. I thought you meant it seriously!" Bayonetta glanced at him and complained, "Now you're dividing roles between host and guest so clearly."
Aiden shrugged, "Unless you're willing to give me a copy of your key, I'll always be a guest."
Bayonetta motioned toward the door, "Look, the key is still hanging there. If you want, you can go copy it tomorrow... By the way, you're from Z Country. Should I cook your favourite food?"
"The kind with lots of sugar? If it's that kind, then forget it." Aiden said cautiously.
Among the food he bought were a few semi-prepared items, even chicken breast. The motel convenience store had a wide selection, but unlike convenience stores back home, it didn't offer any ready-made meals.
He did see some canned goods, but they reminded him of some bad memories. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to eat canned food. Hot, fresh meals were more his thing.
"Why don't you cook yourself? I already gave you permission to copy my key, you're not a guest anymore." Bayonetta added.
Aiden thought for a moment, then nodded, "That sounds doable."
Then, he frowned. It seemed like he had never cooked at Jeanne's house, she always made the food and called him to eat.
But then again, Jeanne had 500 more years of life experience, and she had traveled across Europe. Compared to Bayonetta, who stayed mostly in M Country, Jeanne was several levels ahead in cooking skills.
'Looks like both women have their own strengths...' Aiden thought.
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