Chapter 155

At first, Yura hesitated while cutting my hair, but soon her hesitation disappeared. Although she wasn’t proficient, she skillfully trimmed my overgrown hair using what she had learned on her own and her natural talent.

When she said “Done,” and I saw my reflection in the mirror, I was quite satisfied. It was slightly shorter than expected, but compared to before, there were no noticeable oddities.

There were no uneven lengths, and it was neatly trimmed.

“What do you think?”

Yura hadn’t shown any unease during the haircut, but after finishing, she glanced at me nervously, wondering if I liked it. I smiled at her through the mirror.

“It’s great.”

Hearing my response, Yura muttered “Thank goodness” and smiled broadly, shaking off the fallen hair from the newspaper she had placed over me.

After tearing the newspaper and removing the towel wrapped around me, I looked much tidier compared to before.

“I’ll wash and tidy up my hair before going out. Wait here.”

Tired from cutting my hair, Yura nodded and went to the living room, while I stayed alone in the bathroom, sweeping the floor and washing my hair where some cut strands were still hidden.

When I came out to the living room after drying my hair, Yura was sitting on the sofa waiting for me, and there was a shopping bag on the table in front of the sofa.

“What’s this?”

As I approached and sat beside her, Yura closed the shopping bag, hiding its contents.

“Just take a look slowly. First, let me see yours.”

“Okay.”

After washing my hair, I checked if everything was fine, and Yura nodded approvingly at the new hairstyle she had created for me.

“It looks good. Neat. This is how my boyfriend should be.”

“Before, it wasn’t so good?”

“It wasn’t about whether it suited or didn’t suit, but it was just too messy.”

As Yura said, before her hands touched it, my hair was too long and messy, making it impossible to judge whether it was decent or not.

To check if long hair suits or doesn’t suit, one needs to style it properly after growing it to a certain length and then make a judgment based on that appearance, but messy long hair couldn’t be judged in such a state.

“Nothing much happening at the café lately?”

Knowing well about the recent issues with the hyper-human, I worried about the atmosphere around her workplace, which was frequented by many people.

Though she works in the kitchen and not at the counter, it would be a significant change if her colleagues’ views on hyper-humans had shifted.

“Since you left, the boss hired a few more people, but they weren’t very good.”

“Really? So the boss’s hiring standards have gotten higher?”

“Not exactly. They decided to tell anyone who wants to work with them that they’re dealing with a hyper-human.”

I couldn’t help being surprised at how radical this decision was. Anyone applying for a job would naturally refuse if they knew their coworkers were hyper-humans.

“I wasn’t told that when I applied.”

“What did the boss say during the interview?”

When Yura, or rather, HunterKiller’s Pink, initially applied for a part-time job to investigate the HunterKiller members, the boss didn’t ask anything unusual during the interview. He only asked for her name and origin, and she simply talked about a fabricated background.

“He didn’t say much. He just asked a few basic questions and told me to start tomorrow.”

“That’s typical of our boss.”

Thinking about the boss made me feel guilty for not being able to properly express gratitude before quitting.

“Were all of them like that?”

I wondered if there might have been someone who wanted to work regardless of the hyper-human issue, but Yura frowned.

“There was one.”

“Really? Still working?”

“No. I turned him away, and that was the end of it.”

Did I hear wrong? The phrase “turned away” usually means restraining someone by twisting their wrist.

But “turned away”? Thinking Yura meant it literally, I was momentarily speechless as she moved closer to me.

“It was a man who kept looking at my body and asking me out on dates. When he tried to touch me in the warehouse, I turned him away.”

Now that Yura is my girlfriend, she wouldn’t mind if I touched her, but originally, she was a very reserved person.

Given her lack of forgiveness towards men who tried to approach her with ulterior motives, I understood why she turned him away.

“At least it wasn’t a big incident.”

“There haven’t been any major incidents recently besides that one.”

Although she described it vaguely, both Yura and I knew exactly what she meant.

Leaning against me, Yura suddenly turned her head and stared at me intensely. I felt a hot gaze beside me and looked back, seeing her face.

“How much of that day do you remember?”

“What do you mean?”

Actually, I couldn’t remember much of that day. Due to severe injuries, the last thing I clearly remembered was seeing the HunterKiller members while being held by Indigo. Everything else was a blur.

Only after waking up and hearing about the events that happened that day did I learn that all team leaders had rushed to the scene and transferred the injured to a cruiser.

“I don’t remember well. I remember seeing everyone on the floor.”

“What about throwing rocks at me?”

I was puzzled by her mention of throwing rocks at her. In that situation, where death seemed imminent, did I really throw rocks at her?

Unable to recall, I stared blankly at her, and she said with a smile, “You really don’t remember.”

“I’m a really guilty guy.”

Feeling bewildered by her unexpected words, I tried to recall what mistake I might have made.

But no matter how hard I thought, I couldn’t remember anything from that day. It wasn’t just a vague memory; it was as if my memory was completely severed.

“I did wonder if you couldn’t remember.”

Seeing my injured state, Yura had anticipated that I might not remember, and she explained slowly.

That day, Indigo had taken me hostage and threatened the HunterKiller members, demanding I strip to humiliate me. Yura had intervened.

She had stopped me from throwing rocks at her when I fell.

Explaining those events took little time, and I couldn’t hide my astonishment at hearing about something I didn’t remember at all.

“I really did that?”

“Yes. You were so cool.”

Yura’s expression darkened when explaining, but she smiled again when our eyes met. Her smile didn’t fade as she praised me.

“That’s why A decided it was okay to meet everyone. After thinking for a month, I couldn’t forget that moment.”

With a slightly blushing face, Yura spoke seriously, and I listened intently to her earnest tone, despite her usual playful demeanor.

“Even thinking about meeting other members, just remembering what A did that day makes it impossible to find someone better. And I can’t imagine finding someone better.”

Yura and I didn’t have a clear distinction between when we first had sex and when we started dating. We were swept up by the atmosphere and naturally became a couple.

Lacking a chance to share our true feelings deeply, her serious words felt awkward, yet I was glad she was sharing her true feelings with me.

“Thank you. I understand that meeting everyone is wrong on Earth, but it still doesn’t fully resonate with me. Maybe I’ve only grasped it intellectually.”

After Yura finished speaking, I reciprocated by expressing my feelings to her.

“I know this might not sound convincing or sincere, but I also like Yura.”

Feeling embarrassed by expressing my sincerity, I couldn’t hide my blushing face, and Yura’s face turned red.

“This is more embarrassing than I thought.”

“You’re right…”

As a newly dating couple, neither of us had experienced such a tender feeling before. While it felt awkward, we didn’t mind holding each other’s hands tightly despite the discomfort.

“……What about others?”

Hearing that I liked her, Yura asked about my thoughts on others. There was no hint of jealousy or aggression in her tone.

She genuinely wanted to know how I felt about others, and in that moment, I decided to answer honestly without any pretense, even though we were in such a situation.

I had already stopped lying to everyone since meeting them at home.

“I like everyone. I can’t compare them.”

This would surely be an incomprehensible response from an Earthling’s perspective, and it might dampen the positive mood.

Despite this, I couldn’t help but observe her reaction, and I noticed we were still holding hands, so I slowly looked up at Yura.

Yura smiled when our eyes met.

“Good. I was planning to beat you up if you said you only liked me after all this effort.”

Her sincere words in her playful tone made me feel uneasy.

Yura showed no signs of anger about the polygamous relationship, and she grinned happily as she placed the shopping bag on her lap and opened it.

Inside the bag was a suit, pink and white, belonging to Yura, the hyper-human.

“!”

I never imagined seeing her suit at home, so I widened my eyes in surprise.

“After that day, there were no more confrontations, and I had a lot of other things to deal with, so I kept the suit.”

Then, Yura released my hand and stood up, suddenly taking off her clothes.

Yura was now naked, but I wasn’t surprised since I had seen her like this several times. What surprised me was what she did next.

Yura unzipped the front of the suit and put it on. It was the first time I had seen a HunterKiller member wear a suit, so I watched the entire process.

When she zipped it up, the suit looked quite different from when I had seen her in battle. Originally, the suit fit snugly, but now it hung loosely.

Though the size wasn’t too large for her, it didn’t fit perfectly, and it looked loose.

Without a word, Yura pressed her finger against a black pad about the size of two fingers on the suit’s neck, and immediately the suit adjusted to fit her perfectly. At the same time, the zipper line on the front disappeared, returning to how I remembered it.

“What do you think? How does it feel wearing the suit?”

“I feel a mix of emotions, but why did you put on the suit?”

I knew how HunterKiller members wore their suits, but what I was curious about was why Yura was wearing the suit now.

Since it didn’t seem like she was showing it off intentionally, I asked her curiously. She rummaged under the table and pulled out a small bottle, then asked for my hand.

“Give me your hand.”

I obediently gave her my hand, and she said, “It might sting a bit,” before pricking my index finger with a needle.

It didn’t hurt much, and a drop of blood appeared instantly.

Then, Yura put down the needle and pressed her finger against the pad on the suit’s neck.

“Press your finger here.”

Following her instructions, I pressed the finger with a drop of blood onto the pad she was touching. The pad was about the size of two fingers, and when both our fingers touched it, it fit perfectly. Yura remained silent, waiting.

Suddenly, a white light flashed twice from the edge of the black pad, and I was startled but didn’t move my hand.

“Now it’s done.”

“What’s done?”

I withdrew my hand first, but I didn’t understand what she meant by “done.” Yura grabbed my hand, which had just left the pad, and pressed it back onto the pad.

I could feel a faint vibration from the pad, and it sent a signal-like pulse a few times. As I waited, pondering what this signal meant, the suit loosened around Yura’s body, similar to how it was before adjusting to fit her perfectly.

The zipper line in the middle reappeared, and I wondered what was happening. Yura pressed her hand against the pad again, adjusting the suit to fit her.

“What’s happening?”

Yura held my hand and pressed my finger against the pad, but her hand didn’t touch the pad. The suit changed significantly with only my hand touching it, which surprised and confused me. Seeing my bewildered expression, Yura smiled.

“Now, whenever A touches this pad, she can control my suit freely. Do you understand what that means?”

Yura’s words carried multiple meanings. The first thought that came to mind was that the HunterKiller member Pink had transferred her suit authority to the Spacystro soldier A. I could also sense the multitude of implications behind this.

“Are you serious?”

Confused, I hesitated to accept it and questioned her sincerity.

Yura responded confidently, “Of course, I’m serious,” and raised her index finger, bringing it to her lips.

“But keep it a secret from the other members.”

She then smiled, full of allure, and I regretted the promise I had made to myself not to engage in intimacy until I sorted out the situation and thoughts.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

Looking at Yura in her suit, a question popped into my mind. I had been curious about this before but hadn’t asked because it seemed inappropriate and I had a vague idea. Now, it seemed appropriate to ask.

“Who named the HunterKiller code names?”

“They chose them themselves?”

“Could it be related to…the color?”

“Yes. Hair color. It’s easy to remember and appropriate.”

It matched perfectly, which was disappointing.

“However.”

As I accepted this, Yura added,

“My hair isn’t just pink.”

Although I knew this, she always made bold statements without hesitation.

Of course, I knew the meaning of her statement better than anyone else, and I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, regretting my promise to myself again.