Touch Me And You're Dead[English] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Chapter 11In Gabriel's office, Gabriel listened intently as Hilda, her eyes red from crying, recounted the harrowing truth of what had happened to her. It turned out that a group of syndicates had kidnapped her, and now their boss was calling her in for a discussion.Gabriel rubbed his forehead in frustration and asked Hilda how she had managed to escape. When the group he had summoned to help her arrived, they found her already outside, while the five kidnappers who had taken her lay dead.Hilda revealed that she had been rescued by Art. Gabriel raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Had the driver he hired killed the five professional gunmen who had taken Hilda?He wanted to ask how old the driver was when the speaker in the office buzzed, calling both Hilda and Gabriel to the main building.“Mr. Nicastro! Just give me a month. I can complete my mission,” Hilda pleaded, crossing her fingers. She assured Gabriel that she would find a way to enter the mansion of Arthur's son. She planned t

Chapter 13: "Wait, Gabriel! I’m tired—and it’s scorching hot!" I complained, finally collapsing onto the grass. Imagine being made to run laps at 9 AM in the middle of a field under this heat, without even having breakfast. That’s what Gabriel had me doing today.“You're complaining about the heat after waking up at 9 AM? Didn’t I tell you to be here by five?” Gabriel snapped.I pouted and muttered that I got home at dawn and must’ve fallen into a deep sleep.“Then don’t complain. It’s your own fault. Practice continues. Run,” he ordered coldly.I immediately got up, mostly because Gabriel was giving me that piercing look again. I resumed running while muttering about how annoying he was.So, there I was, still running under the sweltering sun. When Gabriel finally said the words "Break time," I practically collapsed onto the grass face-first. This time, I didn’t even try to sit up—I was completely drained. But unlike before, my body wasn’t sore all over. I was just... exhausted. Bo

Chapter 15I thought the torture we went through during practice these past few days was bad, but I didn’t realize we hadn’t even reached the climax yet.I screamed when I lay down on the bed, and those people Fiona called in started sticking things to my body. They held my arms and legs.Suddenly, they pulled them. I gasped and nearly cried from the pain.“Fiona! Wahh! Are you trying to kill me?”Fiona told me to stop overreacting because it was just wax. I looked at her sitting on the sofa, pretending to read a magazine.“How can you say that? They’re almost taking my skin off!”That was the day I was supposed to go to a hotel to meet Sir Aron. Of course, I was nervous—my stomach was in knots—but damn it!I’d rather die right now to get it over with than feel this pain. They mercilessly stuck wax on me and then pulled it off.They said all my body hair needed to be removed so they could apply some body cream. That cream would cover the scars on my body so I wouldn’t look scruffy at

Chapter 17“Perfect!”Art’s face clearly showed his confusion as he gazed at the small house. It was made of wood and appeared to have weathered the years, showing signs of age.“Are you sure this is where you want to stay, Hilda?” he asked.“Yes! Because we’re going to have a mini roleplay,” Hilda replied, her enthusiasm palpable.Once they stepped inside, they were greeted by a dusty interior and tattered curtains.“If I’m going to act like I’m wealthy or something, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stick to my role properly. So? It’s safer if I just be myself,” Hilda explained, winking at Art.“I read in novels and watched in dramas that male leads prefer women who are honest!”She playfully punched the air. Art merely stared at her, not paying her much mind as he picked up a plastic bag and suggested they start cleaning.Hilda was delighted to discover that the house had two rooms, along with a kitchen, living room, and, of course, a bathroom.As the landlady had mentioned, the electr

Chapter 19 While Art cooked breakfast for Hilda, she busied herself organizing the items they had bought earlier. There were so many that she couldn't help but wonder how he managed to carry them all into the house by himself. Not long after, a few new appliances were delivered—an oven, rice cooker, and refrigerator. Art had opened the fridge earlier, and Hilda had already stored most of their groceries inside. Now, she was arranging the canned goods in a high drawer. Since she couldn’t reach it, she pulled over a high chair and climbed up. Art noticed her and quietly stepped on the chair’s metal footrest to stabilize it, just in case it wobbled. “We saw Aron Nicastro earlier. You've already invited him to the house. What’s your next move?” Art asked, his tone neutral as he flipped a pancake. “I’m not sure,” Hilda replied as she leaned down to grab a few cans from the sink. “But I’ll do my best to get close to him.” Art said nothing. “You know, Art,” she continued, placin