The Secret Agent Brought the Assassin to His House!

The assassin is still reeling from what happened earlier. She is still staring at me. I didn’t want to spend such a terrifying time, so I changed the subject.

“Can’t we do something like a romantic comedy soon? The assassin won’t fall in love with me unless there’s some kind of development, right? ”

“Don’t expect a romantic comedy from me. I’m an assassin who was sent to kill you.”

“You’re right. But I still like assassins. So let’s talk about what happens after the handcuffs come off. What does the assassin want? ”

As I say this, the dead eyes of the assassin, who must have imagined the handcuffs coming off, begin to glow. She stuck out her tongue and looked at me.

“When the cuffs come off, I’m going to kill you first.”

“No, I want to go to the amusement park, the aquarium, and Christmas. I want to go see the city lights with you.”

“Amusement park…”

The assassin muttered. Maybe, no, I bet she’s never been there. I want to take her there. I want to take away all her first time.

“I swear! If you don’t try to kill me, I’ll take you anywhere you want! ”

“W-well…but.”

The assassin is flustered by this tempting offer. Like a child,s he looks so cute and worried, but her thinking was the exact opposite of cute. It’s about whether or not to kill me.

“I’ll think about it some more. If I kill Sagami… I think I will be lonely.”

The assassin gives off a serious mood. Maybe she remembers something from her past. She wears a different dark aura from before.

“Ohh! Now, you can’t live without me? ”

I joke around a little, but the assassin doesn’t comment. I feel vaguely uneasy.

Worried, I go over to the assassin. The assassin was crying. The assassin looks at me with a questioning look on her face, as if she herself wonders why she is crying.

“I don’t understand. But I feel like, I want…to cry….why, I’m crying, I ….”.

The assassin is trying hard to wipe away the tears that are welling up from her eyes. I guess she doesn’t know why she’s crying. In the back of her mind, she must have remembered something that she did not want to.

“Oh, come on. I’m not going anywhere unless the assassin kills me. So calm down. Come on, cry here.”

And I open my arm. I expected her to say, “Who needs your chest?”

The assassin cried with her face buried in my chest. Of course, I don’t know the assassin’s past, and I don’t want to pry further until she tells me.

But I was thinking.

“Just tell me about it when the assassin wants to tell me. I mean, about the assassin’s past. I’m the man you’re going to marry anyway.”

“I would never take you as my husband! ”

“If you’ve got the energy to reply to my banter, then you’ll be fine. You’re too cute, assassin.”

“…stop.”

I kept lending my chest to the assassin until she stopped crying. My heart warms up. The assassin showed me her weak side, and I wanted to love that weak side of her.