Mine! No Objections Allowed (Mikhaiah Adaptation)

Chapter 5 : Drunkards

The rumors seemed to be true. This Aiah really was a female seductress.

Aiah was currently sitting cross-legged, a bottle in hand, smiling as she listened to these veterans tell stories that had quite a lot of exaggerations.

"That guy was rather unlucky to have run into me when he was trying to rob someone. It took me barely two moves to put him down!"

"Wow," Aiah was really free with her praise. "Come on, toast to you, our people's hero!"

"That's too big a title for me..."

The sound of glasses clinking.

Mikha sat by her, coldly looking at Aiah, who was immediately getting familiar with the people at the table.

When she was laughing she was not pretentious. Her teeth, white and shiny, her eyes crescent-shaped. It looked better than the proper smile she'd given her that day.

When she was absorbed by the stories, she'd set the dripping bottle on her lap, the condensation dampening her white skin. Mikha stopped looking, pulling her coat from where it was hanging off the back of her chair and tossing it onto her lap.

Aiah, startled, turned around and met her eyes.

Mikha looked away, snatching the bottle from her hands and getting up. "It's getting late, I'm leaving first."

There was a murmur of attempts to ask her to stay. Mikha pretended not to hear them; she had long legs, so it didn't take her many steps to walk out the door.

Someone asked, "Hey, you're not going with Captain Mikha?"

"I am," Aiah picked up the glass, finishing it in one gulp, her action showing familiarity. Then she stood up, tying the coat around her waist, continuing, "We're going first, please take your time and enjoy."

After Aiah had left, someone said happily, "Hey, Captain Mikha found a girl who can really spice it up."

When Aiah came out, Mikha had just paid the bill. She turned around, preparing to leave, and got caught on the arm by the person who just arrived behind her.

A familiar strength.

"You're walking really fast, I, I can't keep up." Aiah had drunk quite a bit; when she finished speaking, she couldn't help burping.

Mikha pulled her hand back. "I called a car for you, wait a moment."

Then she walked away without turning back.

"Mikhaela Lim!"

This time, Aiah didn't try to follow her. She stood where she was, calling out to the woman.

Mikha didn't stop.

"Mikha! Lim!!!"

As she watched the woman walk farther and farther away, Aiah let out a sigh.

This woman is really hard to pursue.

She grabbed the sleeve of the coat tied around her waist, prepared to hurry and catch up with her.

"Aiah? Is that Aiah Arceta?"

Someone in the hall said that, bringing everyone's attention to her.

"Hey, it's really her!"

"She's wearing so little, what a slut."

"Those legs, man.. ."