That evening Yohan sat outside a convenience store with Jenna. She was the only one he could tell about his experience from last night.
She sipped from the paper cup she had, as she she listened to the end. Then she remained silent for a few extra minutes.
"That bar was where most of the pictures I showed you were taken," she said
"That ans they go there a lot," Yohan said, "Now that we know this we could use it to so how get actual evidence," he with enthusiasm
"I doubt that," Jenna sighed, "If they go there a lot, it only ans they must have so sort of relationship with the owner, he’s probably also in on the whole thing,"
Yohan also arrived at the sa conclusion after thinking about it,
"But where else could we get any proof from, is not like we can convince one of them to admit it,"
She considered it, "You’re right, if we want answers then that bar is where we will find it, but you can’t go directly. It would be too dangerous,"
"An operation like this is never just a small case, there is no telling how this whole thing was built. They could be tied to a criminal organization and you would end up hurting yourself,"
Yohan chuckled, and said with a tease "It sounds like you are starting to worry for ,"
Jenna blushed slightly, "why would I care about you, I’m only saying this because I still need you. I don’t actually care what happens to you," she defended frantically.
Yohan found her little display amusing, "just admit it," he smirked.
"Shut up!!" She scread, flustered, "I’m only doing all this for Lady Izumi,"
"Fine," Yohan exhaled, "in that case I’m not taking you back to my room,"
"W-who the hell even wants to go back to your room?!" Jenna asked arrogantly, ignoring the fact that her swollen nipples were already begging for his touch.
She couldn’t let her pride be totally ripped away by Yohan.
"You think I don’t have better things to do after this?" She asked,
Inside she was almost sobbing, ’I was hoping we’ll sohow end up back in his room...’
Still she maintained a straight face, although with a hint of blush on her cheeks.
"That’s too bad," Yohan said, "because I freed up my night for you,"
His charming words seed to tear down all her defenses and went straight to her heart.
She didn’t even know how to react for more than a few seconds.
Before she finally regained herself "D-don’t say that,"
"Why not, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day," Yohan added.
He caught her of guard once again. It took everything in her power not to imdiately beg to follow him back.
"Well nothing like that is happening today," Yohan said firmly.
"I-I never said I wanted anything to happen. You can go and die for all I care," she huffed.
Yohan shook his head, noticing her resistance ’it seems like the sensation from the lingering touch is starting to wear off...’
It didn’t matter that much since the situation was now much different.
"Also could you help with the nas of the girls, I’ll like to be carrying out my own investigation," She said.
"I never got it," Yohan replied, before placing his hand on his chin, "but maybe I can from their records back at school,"
There was probably records with pictures of all the students in the departnt, he could use that to identify the girls.
"Okay," she nodded, "That’s a good idea,"
Then she got up, "I should head back to lady Izumi, I don’t like leaving her alone for too long,"
’She’s not a baby...’ Yohan thought but decided not to say it out loud.
Simply saying "Okay,"
The way Jenna spoke of Izumi sotis made him feel weird, but he always tried his best to ignore it.
After she left he considered what to do next,
"I should head to school so I can find out the nas of the girls,"
By the ti he got there, the departnt building was totally empty. His footsteps echoing in the hall, as he glanced from side to side.
’I never imagined this pace could be this quiet...’ he pictured the halls filled with noisy students that wandered the building during the day.
"It’s like an entirely different place," he thought glancing into the empty classrooms.
He walked by Processor Kim’s office, only to notice that the door was still slightly opened.
He peeped inside only to find her lying on the couch, with a bottle of wine resting in her hand.
’What is she still doing here?’ he wondered, pushing the door open and stepping in.
’She’s wasted...’ he could imdiately tell.
Once again he was catching her in such a position, this ti even more vulnerable.
His eyes followed the edges of her bright red dress, he could see her bra strap hanging loosely by the side of her arm.
Her eyes remained shut tightly, as her chest went up and down.
’I wonder what exactly is making her do this...’ he sighed.
He shook the thought out of his head, ’I have to focus’
He moved quietly to the computer and turned it on, there was no password so it has easy to access.
He went to the freshman student page, and used her access to get the information he needed.
It only took him a few minutes to identify the girls, and print out their files.
He folded it and put in his pocket ready to dip, but one glance at the lady sleeping on the couch stopped him.
He felt bad leaving her like that, anybody could literally walk in at anyti, and as a lecturer if her students or soone from the school was to see her in this condition it might spell trouble.
With a sigh, he had to abandon his clean escape and gently shake her awake.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open,
"Yohan?"
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