QT: The Secondary Character Counterattacks (Obey Me! characters x Reader)

Arc 4. Charming Black Sheep Meets Secret Beauty Otaku (Levi x Reader) Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Playing Hot and Cold is a Bad Boy's Charm

[H-Host, I know that the original owner was a delinquent but are we really doing this?]

It was way too early in the morning, as in "everybody else in this neighborhood should be snoring away" early, but here you were dressed in a brown leather jacket and ripped jeans and messing around with daddy's old motorcycle.

"The original owner does this in the original plot, I'm just following in his footsteps," you declared matter-of-factly as you twirled the flathead screwdriver between your fingers. "Lighten up, birdie. The past three lives I possessed were so boring."

The system paused. "Boring," you said.

The system recalled your past lives as a successful businesswoman who had a CEO in a tight leash, then as a music composer-slash-yandere tamer, and finally, as a magic healer engaged to a demon. It wondered if all humans have such odd standards.

You finished taping the wires and the lights flashed on.

[Out of curiosity, just when did you learn how to hotwire a motorcycle?]

"Something I picked up from my old job--in my original life. No biggie."

[And your old job was ... ?]

"Heh, please." You waved off its question and pocketed the screwdriver.

You slipped on a red helmet.

The motorcycle purred into life and you raced out of the garage with a loud "Yeah!"

Uwak wanted to scold its Host. No matter how tough this body was, it was only a slightly above average human body. If you were to crash, die and fail the mission—

It shuddered to think what kind of Punishment World they would end up in.

Zipping across the desolate highway, you raised your chin. "THIS IS AMAZING."

[Watch the road!]

You made a sharp turn, missing the side mirror of a blue car by a hair.

"Whoops."

The driver waved an angry fist from the window, "Punk!"

You blew him a kiss and sped away. You drove around before stopping at a 24-hour diner in the less civilized part of the city.

You parked next to a whole row of spray-painted, spiked motorbikes. As you pulled off your helmet, you contemplated spitting on one of them.

[Please don't.]

"I wasn't actually gonna do it. I'm not petty."

The system doubted that.

Sweat glistened from your brow as you combed back your soaked bangs with a gloved hand.

Ka-cha.

Even the system couldn't deny you looked sexy.

You carried your helmet by the hip and entered the diner.

The walls were teal, the floor was black and white checkered tiles, and there was a TV hanging behind the counter. You took a seat and a chubby chef slid you a menu.

"I'll have the Hawaiian burger, a cheeseburger, medium fries and the House Specialty Strawberry Milkshake. To go."

The man grunted in acknowledgment, but as he turned—

"Oh," you interrupted with a polite smile. "Could you turn off the TV?"

He raised an eyebrow at the request. But then shrugged, hit the power button and disappeared into the kitchen.