The people coming out of the washroom were all looking at me with a strange gaze.
As if they were looking at a pervert.
ā¦I feel that me standing outside the washroom is pretty perverted as well.
I should just go back and continue getting smothered then.
When I came back someone obstructed me, stubbornly trying to have a drink with me.
Mama someone's trying to flirt with me!
I never thought someone would actually flirt with me in a woman's disguise?! Goodness have I become so handsome to this extent?!
I'm actually a little agitated!
Yet I didn't want to have a drink with him, I wanted to return keeping watch.
That person seemed to have drunk too much, pulling onto my hand, not letting me leave, even groping all over my body.
I was a little upset.
In any case, I'm someone who's trained before! How could I let you pull me so easily!
I was about to struggle free of this moron's hand, and suddenly remembered. I was currently a girl, uh, what would a girl do in this sort of situation? Would she grab his hand like me, pressing him down to the floor and start beating him up?
I hesitated for a moment, then was reminded that I was tailing the boss myself. If it got too loud, it wouldn't be a good thing getting discovered.
Looks like I'll have to be a little more subdued. First I'll trick this moron out into a little alley, then ruthlessly beat him up to relieve some stress.
I twisted my head.
ā¦No I can't do it I feel like vomiting just looking at this person's face I can't control the urge to hit him what should I do.
At that moment, an educative ill.u.s.tration showcasing a woman's ruthless defensive technique I had gone through while I was bored submerged in my mind.
I couldn't help but lift my knee.
Then ruthlessly.
Drive it between the legs of that d.a.m.n hoodlum.
I heard a miserable shriek, and in the mixed background noise of the bar, it was just thatā¦ fresh and outstandingā¦
I was wrong.
I should have held it in.
Right now everyone in the bar is staring at me what should I do?!!