Springfield, Massachusetts. At a motel.
Hunter ignored the knowing smile of the motel owner upon seeing him with Teri, who was still dressed in provocative clothing.
Taking the key, he led Teri to the room indicated by the room number.
"Phew!"
"We should be safe now."
Springfield was about 150-160 kilometers from Boston.
After Hunter shot down the Russian mob's Cessna 172...
They hadn't been tracked again.
At least Hunter, who had been constantly checking the rear and surrounding vehicles, was sure no tail had followed them.
He took off his motorcycle helmet and set it aside.
Thanks to the helmet, the motel owner hadn't seen Hunter's face.
Teri, still wearing her helmet, walked somewhat sluggishly into the room.
Clearly, she hadn't fully recovered from the shock.
Hunter wasn't surprised. While his back was turned to close the door...
He retrieved two supermarket ready-meals from his Personal Inventory. He had bought them during his shopping spree in Boston to replenish energy if needed.
Items stored in the Inventory retained their state from the moment they were put in.
So, although Hunter had bought these meals a while ago...
They looked fresh and were even still warm.
Hunter skillfully peeled off the production date stickers.
Then, he placed them on the table.
"Hey, I'm going to take a shower first."
"You haven't eaten dinner yet, right? There's food on the table."
"Just supermarket ready-meals."
"Considering the time, you can't be too picky. Just eat something."
Teri was still in a daze and didn't answer.
Hunter didn't press her.
He walked quickly to the small en-suite bathroom. He needed to wash off the heavy makeup and hair dye he used for his disguise.
As usual, he used cold water, which he preferred.
It took him twenty minutes to scrub the cosmetics from his face and wash the colorful dye from his hair.
Fortunately, the dye was temporary and water-soluble. Hunter couldn't stand the hippie look any longer than necessary.
After showering, Hunter dried himself off.
He put on a clean pair of boxers from his Inventory and walked out of the bathroom.
The room wasn't large; most American motel rooms were standard size.
When Hunter came out, he saw Teri sitting at the table, eating. She had taken off her helmet.
She was eating slowly. Her eyes were red; she had obviously been crying.
Hearing him, Teri looked up. She had finished most of one meal.
Their eyes met. Hunter clearly saw complex emotions in her gaze.
Teri was silent for a long time before whispering, "Thank you."
Hunter nodded with a smile, not intending to discuss the rescue further.
After all, he didn't know Teri well before this.
They had only "known" each other for three or four days.
And their acquaintance was mixed with misunderstandings and unspoken events.
That night at Moscow Nights...
Hunter had been a bit annoyed by her misunderstanding, so he had been rougher with her than usual.
The fact that she couldn't make it to the diner the next day was proof of his intensity.
"Go take a shower. It's late."
"I'll go out nearby later and see if I can buy you some clothes."
"That outfit is too conspicuous."
Teri understood what he meant and blushed.
Her clothes were indeed revealing. After several failed escape attempts...
And after the tracking chip was surgically implanted...
Teri had realized escape was hopeless.
She had fallen into despair and self-destruction.
She binge-ate sweets, stopped exercising, and abused her body.
Consequently, she stopped caring about the identity she once resisted and the revealing clothes she used to refuse wearing.
"Thank you!"
Teri whispered her thanks again, lowering her eyes, afraid to meet his gaze.
Her eyes drifted from his handsome face... to his toned, muscular body.
Instantly, her blush deepened.
Who knows what the girl was thinking?
Teri stood up hurriedly and said, "I'll go shower then."
She walked toward the bathroom, limping slightly from her earlier misstep.
Once the door closed, Hunter retrieved items from his Inventory.
Two sets of women's clothes and a pair of sneakers.
Days ago, when he decided to do his "good deed," he had bought clothes in Teri's size.
He intended them for her disguise during the escape.
He hadn't expected to use them here.
As for the size... there was no worry.
After all, that night at Moscow Nights...
They had engaged in "deep interaction" and extremely intimate contact.
Hunter had also shopped with Mia before, so he knew how to judge women's sizes.
Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom...
Hunter had to admit, women took longer to shower than men.
If he hadn't needed to scrub off his disguise, he wouldn't have taken so long either.
Teri was still in there.
Hunter finished one meal. Still feeling hungry...
He took out two more portions and finished them both.
He even swept the room for bugs or cameras.
Nearly half an hour passed before the water stopped.
And it took another ten minutes for Teri to come out.
Motels didn't provide hairdryers.
So, when the bathroom door opened...
Teri walked out wrapped in a bath towel, drying her hair with another towel.
Hunter, who was reading a local newspaper on the sofa, looked up instinctively.
His eyes lit up.
He had to admit... Teri without makeup was striking.
Despite her slight plumpness from binge-eating...
Her bare face was beautiful.
Seeing Teri wrapped in a towel, exposing her fair shoulders, collarbones, arms, and legs...
Hunter admitted he was aroused.
Seemingly noticing the intense desire in his eyes...
Teri, fresh from the shower, blushed again.
She was shy, but she forced herself to look at Hunter.
Her hand stopped drying her hair.
"Thank you!"
"Even now, I don't know who you are or why you saved me."
"But you pulled me out of that hell."
"I have no money. I have nothing to repay you with."
"Only this... if you like..."
Teri couldn't finish the sentence.
But fighting her shyness, she slowly loosened the towel around her clean body.
Hearing the young Asian man's breathing suddenly grow heavy...
Teri closed her eyes and walked slowly toward him.
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