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Tetsuo, frustrated, was desperately twisting his body. However, the rope tied by Go was wrapped around his wrists and ankles without any gaps, showing no sign of loosening.
By the time he was exhausted from twisting, he felt something wriggling in the darkness. Go, who had stopped resisting and had been motionless, was wriggling his body like a caterpillar and inching towards him.
Go’s face, looking as if he had decided something, loomed right before Tetsuo’s eyes. Go groaned quietly through the duct tape, as if appealing for something. And then, he pressed his face against Tetsuo’s.
The sensation of hot skin. The stubble rubbed against Tetsuo’s cheek, and their greasy sweat mixed together.
Go persistently rubbed his cheek against the tape on Tetsuo’s mouth.
(He wants to… peel off the tape?)
Realizing the intention, Tetsuo also moved his face in sync with Go’s movements. Two middle-aged men, bound hand and foot in the darkness, rubbing their faces together. Imagining the sight was ludicrous, but this was the only way to change the situation.
Their mutual sweat and body heat robbed the tape of its adhesiveness. Amidst the rasping sound of stubble echoing in his brain, Go’s cheek flesh finally caught the edge of Tetsuo’s tape and peeled it up.
Air entered through the gap, and eventually, with a ripping sound, Tetsuo’s mouth was liberated.
“Hah… haa…!”
Along with fresh oxygen, hot breath leaked out.
Tetsuo immediately bit at Go’s tape as well. He searched for the edge of the tape with his lips, sank his teeth into it, and tore it off.
A sticky adhesive sound vibrated his eardrums, and Go’s rough breath hit Tetsuo’s face.
“Pres… ident…”
Liberated, Go muttered in a hoarse voice.
“Are you… okay…”
“You idiot…”
Tetsuo looked at his back, as if glaring at the rope binding his own wrists.
“You tied it too tight. It won’t come undone at all.”
“I’m sorry… I was a little upset…”
Go lowered his eyebrows apologetically. But the light deep in his eyes did not waver.
His mouth was free, but what to do next? If only he could undo this tightly bound rope with his teeth…
Tetsuo was desperately thinking of a way to escape from here. He could call for help if he operated his smartphone with his mouth, but since he himself had dabbled in crime, he wanted to avoid getting involved with the police now.
Was there any way to untie the ropes by themselves and escape? While Tetsuo was pondering, Go suddenly spoke to him.
“…President, there’s a lighter in my chest pocket.” “Can’t we burn the rope with it?”
At Go’s suggestion, Tetsuo was taken aback.
He looked at the clock on the wall. The hands were about to pass 2 AM. He couldn’t waste any more time.
“…Alright, give me the lighter.”
Tetsuo turned his body around, presenting his back to Go’s chest. Go also twisted his body, exposing the side with the chest pocket to Tetsuo’s back.
The frustration of searching someone else’s pocket with bound hands. His fingertips caught the thickness of Go’s chest and his beating heart.
The sensation of hard metal touching his fingertips. Using his barely moving fingertips, Tetsuo pinched the oil lighter out of Go’s chest pocket.
“President, hurry.”
Go turned his back and thrust his bound wrists in front of Tetsuo. Thick, rugged fingers with deep wrinkles. And the rope digging into his thick wrists.
(Hey, hey, you first…?)
Such a complaint almost came out of his throat. To be ordered around by a subordinate and end up diligently burning a rope while bound.
Well, fine, this is an emergency. At any rate, if one of us becomes free, we can get out of here. Swallowing the urge to click his tongue, Tetsuo flicked the lid of the lighter.
*Shubbo.*
A small flame flickered in the darkness. He brought that heat close to Go’s bonds.
*Jijiji…*
The smell of burning fiber spread inside the office.
“…Hot!”
Go groaned briefly. It was quite difficult to apply fire only to the rope while bound behind his back. No, even if he wasn’t bound, it would be difficult to burn only the rope that was digging deeply into the skin.
The fire from the lighter must have been licking Go’s skin as well. But Go didn’t flinch, just endured it silently.
Not to betray such manliness of Go, Tetsuo also continued to apply the fire to the rope. Sweat dripped from Tetsuo’s forehead, wetting the floor.
*Snap.*
With a dry sound, the rope binding Go was finally burned through. Go’s arms collapsed limply, regaining freedom.
“…Tch. President, you did it.”
Go slowly sat up and began to rub his wrists. Then, he carefully untied the rope binding his ankles as well.
Tetsuo was still bound. Lying on the floor, he just stared at Go untying the rope. Every single one of Go’s movements looked terribly slow to Tetsuo, and even looked ritualistic.
“Hey, hurry up and untie my rope too.”
Irritation growing, Tetsuo urged Go with a voice containing impatience. However, Go remained at his own pace and didn’t try to move immediately.
Go untied the rope on his ankles, rubbed his ankles, and then slowly stood up. He rotated his shoulders and neck as if loosening his stiffened body.
“Go, cut it out. It’s painful for me too.”
As if responding to those words, Go slowly turned around to look down at Tetsuo. Go’s gaze was inexplicably cold, and Tetsuo felt a sensation as if his spine was freezing.