This was exactly what Yasuo had assumed was going to be the case.
He didn't know how she heard about it but she must've been made aware of the rumor of how the girlfriends of other Yasuo bully victims had resolved the issue.
How?
The answer was simple. They gave him their body.
That's why she had been at his penthouse yesterday. And it was now why she was taking him to her apartment.
A bunch of conflicting thoughts was spinning in his mind. On one hand, he was disgusted that she thought he was still the old Yasuo who would only leave the couple alone once he had his fair share of her juices. On the other hand, a guilty excitement was gnawing at his heart.
The guilt belonged to him. The excitement was shared between him and the original Yasuo.
Having already concluded earlier that he was going to do what she wanted so that he could put her mind at ease, he shook his head, "No."
"N-No?!"
She was in shock. Shinju had expected him to reject her offer. Was he really this committed to the twisted game he wanted to play? Even after she's already offered herself twice? The previous day and now. "B-B-But…"
If she couldn't succeed now, it was only going to delay the peace of mind and safety of Hitoshi.
The courage she had now wasn't going to last forever.
She needed to get this done as soon as possible while she still could. Before the guilt of cheating on her boyfriend would prevent her from even thinking of it.
Once that guilt ate her up, she would no longer be able to do so. And then Hitoshi would be tormented even more.
Just before she could say something else, he said, "I'm not taking no goddamn public bus. That's disgusting as shit. Why would I want to get people's germs on my body? And the smell…"
Yasuo had just wanted to say that they shouldn't take the bus since if they did, he would have to take the bus again to get his car that was at the parking lot.
It came out a lot differently than intended.
"...Oh," she uttered.
She was… relieved? Was that even the right word to describe how she was feeling?
"Come," Yasuo said, grabbing her hand before she could resist or say anything more. As if it were natural, he slipped his fingers into hers and interlocked them as if they were a couple.
Shinju was confused by this. "Eh?" she whispered to herself.
Walking in silence for over ten minutes, they finally stopped in front of a luxury black sports car that was so limited that only one hundred of the model were sold.
Shinju was stunned by the beauty of the car and could immediately recognize that it was expensive, even though she didn't know what car it was.
Beep.
Unlocking the car, he opened the passenger door for her.
"Get inside."
Looking flustered, Shinju hadn't expected to receive this kind of treatment. She had mentally prepared herself for what was to come but… she didn't prepare for this.
He was treating her as if she were his girlfriend instead of nothing more than a collection of flesh that he wanted to plunge his cock inside of.
Of course she didn't expect this.
The original Yasuo would've never done anything like this. He was the furthest thing away from a gentleman.
But this new Yasuo had a new soul. And this new soul was quite the gentleman in the past. He wasn't perfect, but he had manners and was decent boyfriend material.
And when compared to Yasuo, it was Heaven and Hell.
Handing her his phone once he got into the driver's seat, he told her, "Put your address in."
Shinju took so long to put in her address due to the trembling of her fingers and her heart that she was worried an hour had passed.
Thankfully, that was all in her mind and it was no longer than a minute — which is still quite long for a simple address.
"Don't forget to put your seatbelt on," he said as he leaned over to her side and grabbed the seatbelt that hung to her left side.
His arm slightly pressed against her chest and her heart started to pound.
Shinju began to worry. If she was reacting like this to him touching her body for a brief moment, how was she going to manage the whole thing?
Click.
Once the seatbelt was on, he pulled out of the parking lot.
And in the snap of a finger, the car had accelerated to way beyond the speed limit and Yasuo listened to her shrieking in fear while clutching tightly to her seat.
"We're going to crash!" she screamed.
"AhhH! Watch out!"
"Slow down! Please slow down! We're going to die!"
"I feel like throwing up! Stop the car for a second! I'm about to throw up!"
By the time the car came to a stop in the parking lot of her apartment, Shinju was out of breath; she looked like she had just run a marathon at full speed the entire time and her heart was pounding at a speed as if it was still running the marathon.
There were multiple times there that she felt like she was a second away from death.
Yasuo got out of the car first, unaffected by his reckless driving. He was used to it and even though he wanted to drive carefully at first, as soon as he pressed on the pedal, his body took over.
Walking over to her side, he opened the door for her and offered his hand.
She took it and he helped her get out of the seat.
"Lead the way," he said as he followed behind her.
Shinju's knees were weak at the moment. She nearly stumbled a few times but he caught her each time.
On the walk to her apartment, she kept taking glances at him the whole time.
She knew what she was getting herself into but the closer and closer they got to her apartment, the more it felt real. It was real the whole time but… just more real.
She didn't know how to explain it.
When they got into the elevator that was going to take them to the third floor where she lived, there was this silence in the confined space that was ambiguous. Awkward? Yeah. Filled with tension? Also true. Nervous? True for Shinju. Conflicted? Yasuo.
The only thing that could be heard was the sound of elevator music.
Ding.
The doors opened and the two of them got out.
Walking down the hallway, Shinju stopped in front of the third door away from the end.
With a nervous chuckle, she said, "This is it," while reaching for her keys in her handbag. Trying to unlock the door, her hands were shaking so much that she ended up missing the hole and dropping the key.
Clank. Clank.
Picking up her key, she tried a second time. Failing once more.
Clank clank. Clank.
"S-Sorry about that."