How to Lift the Curse (2)The yellow-haired man seated at the table was groping the waitress's buttocks. Though he was touching her over her clothes, his caress was so blatant that half a finger's length slipped into her anus.
He forcibly kissed the resisting waitress. Trapped in his grasp, she could do nothing but squirm helplessly as his plaything.
After thoroughly fondling and kissing the waitress for a long while, the man shoved her aside as if bored. She collapsed to the floor, scrambling up to straighten her clothes before disappearing into the kitchen for her next serving duty.
Fuck.
My face twisted in disgust at the yellow-haired man's filthy behavior - preying on the weak while basking in arrogance.
Noticing my glare, the bastard looked my way. His short yellow hair framed a greasy, repulsive face. He winked at me and made a gesture - inserting his thumb between his index and middle fingers.
Should I shoot him?
I wanted to shower that shameless, sleazy face with bullets. But we were inside an establishment full of civilians. About ten patrons gave off the same gang-like vibe as him.
Of course, I could slaughter these pathetic bastards even without wearing X.
Growl-.
Now wasn't the right time. I'll kill him when we meet outside.
When I didn't react, the yellow-haired man resumed eating while chatting with his companion. The situation seemed resolved.
"Huu-."
Suppressing my anger, I headed to the bar counter. Next time we meet, I'll rip out those insolent fingers and eyeballs.
Sitting at the bar, I opened the menu and spotted an unfamiliar dish. Es...cargot?
Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked the waiter.
"What's escargot?"
The relatively young waiter blushed and stammered when he saw me. I recognized this reaction - the standard response of socially awkward nerds facing a pretty woman.
"I-I-It's...it's..."
"Hmm?"
I grew irritated at his inability to properly serve customers. This kid must rarely interact with women.
"I-It's s-snail cuisine! Our village specialty. Y-you won't be disappointed!"
Ugh...I hate snails...
"Chicken soup, please."
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
While waiting for my soup, I slowly surveyed the establishment. Men still glanced at me furtively while women glared with jealous eyes.
I noticed a woman singing alone on the stage upfront - the waitress who'd been sexually harassed earlier. Singing seemed part of her duties.
"Your order is ready."
"Oh~! Looks delicious!"
The chicken soup arrived as I enjoyed her unpolished but pure singing voice. Steam rose invitingly as the savory aroma strongly stimulated my senses.
"Thanks for the food."
Though nobody would hear, I said it habitually before tearing into a chicken leg.
"Huff~, huff."
Juices burst in my mouth as I bit into the fresh chicken. The broth blended perfectly with vegetables - so moving it nearly brought tears.
I urgently called out before the waiter left:
"Two more bowls!!"
Chomp chomp, chomp chomp, chomp chomp chomp, chomp chomp, chomp chomp, chomp chomp chomp chomp.
Only after emptying three bowls did satisfying fullness settle in. As I rose to go to my second-floor lodging, the singing stopped abruptly with coughing.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Looking at the stage, the waitress covered her mouth with a troubled expression, trying to suppress her coughs.
She must have strained her throat forcing herself to keep singing.
Between serving while being harassed and singing during breaks - neither seemed easy for her.
Poor thing...
Warm food filling my belly made me pity her more as I watched.
Wasn't I Kelrot the Sexy Guy of the Wasteland - merciless to villains but infinitely merciful to the weak?
Though I couldn't fundamentally change her situation, I wanted to help somehow.
My reflection showed in the window - Noah's stunning appearance, former main vocal of top idol group 'Girlslave' and movie lead actress.
And within me resided both Kelrot the Sexy Guy of the Wasteland and Noah's ultimate fanboy. Her dances and songs were engraved in my mind. I could recreate her performances right now.
No big deal. Might as well help.
I walked toward the stage where the waitress stood alone. As her coughing subsided, she looked at me approaching with slightly flustered eyes.
"I'll sing for 10 minutes. Rest."
"Huh?"
"Consider it a tip for the delicious food."
Aris stared blankly before shaking her head vigorously.
"No, thank you, but this is my job. I appreciate the thought."
"Shut up. Sit there and watch."
I snatched her microphone and pushed her offstage. Though she tried several times to reclaim it, my stern look made her bow her head and sit where I pointed, watching me with concern.
When I tapped the mic, a "Beep-" echoed through the speakers. All diners stopped talking and stared. Dozens of eyes fixed on me in silence triggered something like stage fright.
This is kinda nerve-wracking?
The closest table's men broke the silence with near-obscene cheers.
"Whee-yik! New waitress? Sing something sexy! Take off that stuffy outfit too!"
"Told you she was showing off earlier. Her ass looks as firm as Aris's. Let's suck on it tonight."
Their trash talk ironically eased my tension by breaking the silence.
So the waitress's name is Aris.
The man alternating stares between my butt and hers while grinning perversely confirmed it.
Aris looked ready to rush onstage hearing their vulgar comments about me. I smiled brightly to reassure her, gesturing to stay seated.
"Ahem, testing, one, one, two, one, two."
The mic worked fine. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth to sing the first verse of her hit song "I Want to Convey Love". My heart raced like Noah at an audition.
"If I told you I love you, what would you think?
Too scared you'll leave, I stay silent like a fool
How do I reach a heart that might reject me?
I truly don't know what I should do
Save me from these tears of unrequited love
I'd give everything to be with you
Come to me, don't turn away
Rescue me from loneliness
I'll do anything you like
Even if I'm not your ideal, stay by my side. I love you."
Silence lingered after the song ended. Peeking, I saw everyone staring dazedly.
One of the vulgar men suddenly shouted "Woo!!" and clapped. Then the entire crowd erupted in awed applause. Some female audience members wept.
Though I'd only meant to buy Aris rest time, the unexpectedly enthusiastic response left me flustered. Ignoring requests for encores, I left the stage and approached Aris, who gazed at me with misty eyes.
Why's she looking at me like I'm some burden?
"Hey. Rest time's over - get back to work."
When I tapped her shoulder, Aris scrambled back onstage.
"Yaaawn~ Time to head back and sleep."
As I stretched upward, something slid under my shirt and grabbed my breast. Squeezed so hard that milk leaked, soaking my bra.
What the fuck.
Gnashing my teeth, I turned to see the yellow-haired man who'd groped Aris smirking disgustingly.
"You pregnant? Milk's coming out."
Thwack!!
Crash! Bang! Thud-thud-thud--!
I pivoted 180 degrees on my left foot, delivering a roundhouse kick to his temple.
He flew 5 meters before crashing into wine barrels. Though his neck bent dangerously, he didn't seem fatally injured.
"Ha, fucking trash dared touch me."
"Guhk, gueeuk..."
I wanted to beat him more, but he was so weak I might accidentally kill him. His gang-member friends just watched without moving. If I stopped now, they'd probably treat it as entertainment. Best to stop beating this weakling.
Forcing open the unconscious bastard's mouth:
"Gueuk-, Ptui."
He reflexively swallowed my spit. His comrades roared with laughter.
"Ugh, pathetic shits."
Feeling their gazes on my butt, I headed upstairs to my lodging.
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