My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 84.3

Healing Place Leaf

[(Jiii)]

As I glanced back, the woman who was with Kei Myou stood in front of me, looking up at me intently.

(Hmm Who is this girl? Oh, wait! Could she be someone from the company, maybe from the finance or general affairs department?)

The woman, with a somewhat sleepy look in her eyes, stared at me. Upon closer inspection, I recognized her as a former colleague from the company.

We didn't have much interaction back then, and I had only seen her from afar, thinking, [Oh, she's kind of cute], but we hadn't really talked.

(But Now that I see her again, she doesn't seem as cute as she did at the company)

Well, that might be because of my recent social circle. Once upon a time, I was a loner, but now I was working in the same place as Tsunami-san, a charming and stylish beauty, and I even went on overnight trips with three beautiful college girls. My exposure to beauty had significantly increased compared to the past.

"Oh! It's definitely Ezuki! Wow, you used to be so skinny! You've gotten so muscular now. It's hilarious! I can't stop laughing!"

Oops, it seemed she noticed me noticing her, and she remembered me as well. But come on, don't call me skinny. I was just a bit lean for my height.

Besides, we weren't really close, were we? It's funny how girls tend to adopt their perceptions of a guy's value and power and treat it as fact. In this case, she must have seen Kei Myou trying to assert dominance over me and decided to adopt a similar attitude towards me.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Did you change jobs?"

Although we hadn't talked much before, it seemed like she was quite chatty. But it was a bit rude. We had just met, after all. As I pondered this, an unhappy-looking Kei Myou returned to the scene. Behind him, the reception staff let out a sigh of relief, having been freed from the clutches of the complainer.

Yeah, sorry about that, receptionist. This guy is a smooth talker, and when he starts complaining, he does it at lightning speed, almost as fast as a woman. Just listening to him talk irritates me.

"Yuka, why are you talking to this guy? Let's get out of this place."

"Oh, but I want to get a massage!"

Geez. But somehow, guys like Kei Myou seem to be popular in today's world. They dress up unnecessarily, have a way of talking that makes them sound important and can chat up girls easily, even if they're making things up. It's annoying.

Well, maybe I'm just biased. But it's how I see it, so there's no helping it.

"And if we're going to stay, why not get a massage from Ezuki?"

"Huh!?"

Yuka, Kei Myou's companion, suddenly said something strange. Kei Myou and I responded with surprised voices. That's unusual No, why in the world!?

"Why do you want a massage from him, Yuka?"

Yeah, that's right. I chimed in with Kei Myou, wondering why she would say such a thing.

"Well, because he's so incredibly muscular. I'm curious about what kind of massage he does. And besides, it's not just a random encounter. Getting a massage from him would give us something to talk about at work."

Oh, I see. She wants to make fun of me even after I've left the company. These two are really something Well, they're both acting pretty mean.

"Heh heh heh, that's true. It could be interesting (Grin)"

Hey, Kei Myou You're still making an evil face, you know. And you claim to be a nice guy. Well, whatever. You guys can do as you please.

"Oh, two new customers! Please come to the reception."

"Huh!?"

I called out with a somewhat desperate tone, and the receptionist looked at me with shock and disbelief.

Well, what can I say? Sorry for causing so much trouble.