Chapter 35-36 – I Picked Up On The Street 2
The sudden mention of being a prince caught me completely off guard for a moment.
I felt my mental thread fraying, as if I might lose my composure entirely. I gripped it as tightly as I could and tried to speak to the busty woman with as much rationality as possible.
"No. A prince? That doesn't make any sense—"
Before I could finish speaking, she suddenly grabbed my hand with surprising strength. She shook her head firmly and looked straight into my eyes.
"Because you saved me. You're my prince."
"So, what the hell are you talking—"
I wanted to ask her what kind of nonsense she was spouting. But even as the words formed in my mind, I realized I couldn't say them.
'Wait. Her eyes?'
Glancing into her gaze, I felt a strange, powerful madness radiating from her.
It wasn't the simple kind of affection or admiration that one human shows to another. No, it was far more intense, far more precise.
'It's like she's looking at a plastic model.'
Her eyes carried obsession—the strange compulsion to dismantle, analyze, and reassemble everything she set her mind on. It wasn't a gentle curiosity. It was meticulous, calculating, and almost clinical, yet disturbingly passionate at the same time.
While I froze, caught off guard by that eerie and overwhelming sensation, the busty woman's voice suddenly broke through my thoughts. Her words snapped me back to reality, forcing me to focus on her presence.
"Let's go together."
I barely managed to regain my senses and tried to refuse. I opened my mouth, thinking I could say something, but before the words could leave, it was already too late.
"Huh?"
The moment she said that, she stepped forward and lifted me off the ground. My feet dangled helplessly in the air, completely suspended by her hands under my armpits.
'Wait. Is this even possible?'
Even though I was slightly smaller than a typical adult male, I was still over 160 cm tall with a solid, muscular build. Yet she had lifted me as if I were a child.
And she was a woman.
I instinctively measured her height with my eyes.
'At least 190… maybe even late 190s?'
Her frame was massive, taller and broader than I had imagined, and it was clear her strength wasn't accidental. It came from the combination of her large frame and the muscles she must have developed to support her massive body.
'So, those huge breasts aren't just for show, huh?'
I couldn't help but have that rude, fleeting thought, even as my mind screamed at me to focus.
Trying to gather some composure, I asked, "Where are you taking me?"
Despite the shock of being suddenly lifted and carried, I didn't resist, nor did I voice any complaint. I had learned a long time ago that provoking someone mentally unstable was rarely wise.
'If I provoke these kinds of people, the situation will only get worse.'
And right now, she wasn't just mentally unstable—her gaze, her strength, and her sheer presence all suggested she was dangerous in her own unpredictable way.
I had learned from my time in the military that sometimes, discretion and patience were far better than direct confrontation. No explanation was needed; my instincts had been honed for situations exactly like this.
That was why I chose to remain calm and act with caution, even though my body dangled helplessly in midair. I was suspended by a woman whose power was nothing short of terrifying.
While I was busy running through all these calculations in my head, the busty woman finally gave her answer. Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable assertiveness.
"We're going to my house."
"House?"
"Yeah."
We had just met, and she was already inviting me to her house. My inner Confucian dragon wanted to roar in protest, but I knew I'd lose if we fought, so I decided to go quietly.
Squish~♥
It definitely wasn't because of the soft feeling of her breasts pressing against my back.
"Well, before we go, let's introduce ourselves. My name is Mori Takuya. What's yours?"
"Suzuki Haruka."
"Okay. Suzuki, let's go quickly then."
"Haruka."
"Huh?"
"Call me Haruka."
"Okay."
And so began my strange journey with the busty woman—no, Haruka.
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[MC POV]
'How long had I been carried by Haruka?'
We arrived in front of a house with a nameplate that read Suzuki. By the way, Haruka had carried me for tens of minutes without getting tired, all the way to the house.
"Is this it?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Then put me down now. At least I should be standing on the ground when I say hello."
"Okay."
Clearly, when I had asked her to put me down a few times on the way, she had firmly said, "No." But now, she lowered me without a fuss.
'Is she stupid, or smart… really?' I thought, searching for the doorbell near Haruka's front door.
"You can press it here."
"Ah. Thanks."
Ding Dong…!!
With Haruka's help, I successfully pressed the doorbell and waited for someone from the house to come out. After a moment, I heard noises inside.
[Just a moment~]
Judging by the sound of rummaging, they probably thought I was a delivery person. After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman appeared.
"The stamp is here… oh? Haruka? And… who's this?"
I bowed politely and said, "Hello. I'm Mori Takuya. I happened to be passing by when I saw Haruka-san. I wanted to explain what happened."
I didn't mention that I had been kidnapped by her daughter and brought here. The reason was simple.
Haruka's mother hugged her daughter, who was covered in dirt, without hesitation and said, "What?! What happened to my Haruka?!"
I could feel how deeply this mother loved her daughter. I didn't want to receive an apology while she was holding her big, dirty daughter with such a worried expression.
Besides, I was half interested in Haruka and had come along with her.
Thinking that, I told Haruka's mother, "I'll explain the details inside."
"Ah! Yes, yes. Please come in."
After entering Haruka's house, I received a cup of tea and began explaining in detail what had happened with Haruka.
"Haruka almost got into a car accident?!"
"Yes. The driver was going at a very dangerous speed."
"Oh my goodness…"
After I finished explaining, Haruka's mother bowed deeply to me, expressing her sincere gratitude.
"Really…! Thank you so much…!"
"No. It was the right thing to do," I replied sincerely. From my perspective, it truly was the right thing to do.
"Thank you so much…"
Haruka's mother continued thanking me for quite some time.
Once the situation had settled warmly, I was able to hear a rather interesting story from her.
"As you can see, my daughter has a mental disability."
"A mental disability, you say?"
"Yes…"
Haruka's mother said this carefully, as if approaching a delicate topic.
Hearing her words, I couldn't help but be surprised. The mental disability Haruka had was something I was very familiar with.
"According to the doctor, it's called Asperger's syndrome," she explained.
Asperger's syndrome. The same condition that Isaac Newton, Nikola Tesla, and Elon Musk were known to have.
I looked at Haruka's mother with surprise.
"If it's Asperger's syndrome, isn't that the disability Newton and Tesla had?"
"You know about it?"
"Only a little," I admitted.
She seemed relieved by my answer. She had clearly found it difficult to explain Haruka's condition.
It made sense why Haruka acted so strangely at times. People with Asperger's syndrome often become deeply absorbed in whatever interests them.
"I saw her watching ants for a long time. Is she interested in that?"
"No. It's just that my daughter enjoys observing things…"
'Just simple observation, huh…'
'Wait a minute. If watching ants is just a hobby, then what else is Haruka really interested in?' I wondered.
I wondered to myself and asked Haruka's mother, "Then, is there a particular field that Haruka is interested in?"
"Ah. That is…"
Just as Haruka's mother was about to explain, Haruka suddenly stood up and said, "I'll show you myself."
Her mother listened quietly, then nodded. She seemed to believe it would indeed be better that way.
'No, why not just explain it?' I thought, but it didn't matter much, so I obediently followed Haruka.
The place she led me to was a large room in the corner of the house.
What I saw there shocked me.
"Huh…"
The room was filled with dozens of disassembled computers and components scattered everywhere.
'Is she trying to build a supercomputer or something?'
A large computer frame that looked capable of housing all the disassembled parts stood in the center.
To an ordinary person, the sight would have seemed chaotic, almost monstrous. But I, coming from the future—or rather, having knowledge of computers—recognized its purpose.
It wasn't just a simple computer; it was a supercomputer. Or at least, it was being built for that purpose.
Seeing it, I was half-convinced.
'Haruka was exactly the talent I needed right now.'