Chapter 4: Mischief with A Lesser Devil (Part 1)
"Of course I know her! Polt's the one who made me do community service and run a marathon over being outside without a host!" Lilith exclaims.
"Hopefully, that means you learned your lesson," Polt says.
"Yeah, yeah. So why is she here?" Lilith asks, aiming her question at Smith.
"She's not living here but you're going to see her a lot," Smith says.
"Because Ryuta is my boyfriend," Polt says, hugging my arm.
W-We're officially on those terms?!
That makes me so happy!
This isn't the time however to be going on about it.
I'll do it later.
"Your boyfriend, huh? Aren't you afraid that I might try to steal him from you?" Lilith questions, giggling.
"I'm pretty confident that won't happen," Polt says, chuckling.
"We'll see about that," Lilith says.
Polt seems to not be taking Lilith seriously yet I can definitely feel an intense competition brewing.
I don't know what that entails for me.
"Seems like everyone's getting along nicely. I'll go bring Lilith's luggage in," Smith says, walking out.
"Ryuta, if you don't mind, I'll go ahead and make myself at home," Lilith says.
"I most certainly don't. Go right on ahead," I say.
Lilith goes into the living room and sits on the new couch, turning the tv on.
"So I've got some bad news," Polt says.
I feared she was going to say that at some point today.
"Lay it on me," I sigh.
"I thought there would be enough time for our date but with all that's going on, that doesn't seem like it's happening since I do have somewhere to be. Sorry," she says, her ears drooping.
Damn it!
"Don't sweat it. I was actually gonna tell you that we should reschedule," I say, petting her head.
She gasps and her ears spring back up.
"I've got an idea!" she exclaims.
"What's that?" I ask.
"If you're willing to, I can come back later tonight and we can have our date here," she says.
"I'm more than willing for that! Such a great idea, Polt!" I praise, giving her the scritches she loves so much.
"Aww, it was nothing. You would've thought of it too," she says, rubbing her face against mine.
We slowly begin to hold each other, pressing our foreheads together and looking into one another's eyes as we gently sway side to side.
"I wanna hear you say it before I go. What am I, Ryuta?" she says softly.
D-D-Does she mean what I think she means?
Why did she have to put me on the spot for it?
"Y-You're my girlfriend, Polt," I say.
"That's right," she says.
I really wish that these moments of ours could just last forever.
"See ya tonight. Have fun spending some time with Lilith," she says.
"I will try my best. See ya," I say.
As she walks out of the door, Polt exchanges goodbyes with Smith who's coming in with two suitcases.
"Hey Ryuta. Could you pick something up for me?" Smith asks.
"Sure thing," I say, walking over.
"It's right outside your door," she says.
Is this a mini fridge or something?
Guess it belongs to Lilith.
Bringing it in, I set it down in the kitchen.
"Much appreciated," she says, walking back out.
"I take it your business here is finally done?" I question, following her to her car.
"Yep! Probably won't be seeing me again for a bit," she says, getting into her car.
"Got nothing else you wanna randomly drop on me?" I ask.
Gotta make sure.
"Nothing else is coming to mind so nope," she says.
Good.
Suddenly, Lilith jumps on my back, holding onto me.
"Geez, Lilith! A warning would be nice," I say.
"Did I scare ya?" Lilith snickers.
She really let loose, didn't she?
Coming out here without her jacket or shoes on in a black tank top with those shorts and stockings.
Definitely seems kinda sketchy from another person's perspective.
Luckily, none of the neighbors are outside at the moment.
"Well, I'll be going now. Be on your best behavior, Lilith," Smith says.
"Don't worry, I will," Lilith says.
"Bye bye you two," Smith smiles, waving to us as she started to drive off.
"Goodbye," Lilith and I shout, waving back.
That's strange.
Something doesn't feel quite righ-
I gasp.
"Put on your damn seatbelt woman!" I yell.
"Oh yeah! Good idea, Sweetheart! I should probably do that, shouldn't I?" she yells back, laughing off into the distance.
It's a miracle how much she bumbles through seemingly everything with little consequence.
"Hey Ryuta," Lilith says.
"Yes?" I say.
"Since you're my new host, you're my new toy now. Kihihi!," she laughs mischievously with a big grin on her face.
"Is that so?" I ask.
"Mhmm, now get moving," she says, kneeing me in the back.
Was that supposed to hurt?
Because it didn't.
Walking back in, she stays riding on my back as I go into the kitchen and check the refrigerator.
What the hell?
"What's beer doing in my fridge and why is there so much of it?" I ask aloud.
"You got beer?! Hand me one," she commands.
I quickly bite my tongue.
I was about to tell her that she can't drink.
It's amazing how quick a person can forget a thing.
She's an adult, not a child.
Guess that wasn't as duly noted as I thought it was.
"Here you go," I say, handing a can to her.
Guess they put this stuff in here for her.
"Thank you, Ryuta. You're already a step up from the last host," she compliments, cracking it open.
Hearing that genuinely makes me feel significantly better about me being a host more than it has any right to.
"You're very welcome, Lilith!" I say.
From the corner of my vision, I can see her drink it down as well as even hear it.
Gulp after gulp.
She doesn't even bother to take a breather finishing the can in one go.
What was I looking for in the refrigerator again?
Got a little bit… distracted.
"Ahhh, that always hits the spot!" she exclaims, sounding refreshed.
Crushing the can, she throws it in the trash.
"Why are you staring into the fridge like that? It's kinda creepy," she asks, jumping off of my back.
"S-Sorry, I just kinda blanked out by accident," I chuckle, embarrassed.
"Since you seem to not be doing anything of importance at the moment, would you be so kind as to help me stock my mini fridge with beer and bring it to my room?" she asks.
"Certainly. Just don't drink yourself into oblivion," I joke.
"Can't make any promises," she says.
For someone who got into trouble and called me a toy, she's nowhere as bad as I had imagined.
So much more pleasant.
I guess that means things are going smoothly.
Now, the question is, what the hell am I cooking for dinner?!