There was once a villager running a street stall who got shaken down for protection money. That very day, the whole village mobilized and tore down the extortionist's house. The guy was so scared he pissed himself, and only after he crawled over to apologize did the matter end.
Hearing Jordan's words, everyone relaxed a little. His best buddy Leon Lambert's eyes still burned with that look.
"It's just a game. Luna, why are you in such a hurry?"
I laughed in disbelief. The "wedding pickup game" they were talking about was making me, alone, eat bananas from the hands of all six of them. Anyone with eyes could see their filthy intentions.
I looked at Jordan's certain expression and frowned. After we got together, I had told him I used to be from Clearwater Village—I only moved my registration out later.
Seeing me refuse to cooperate, the smile on Jordan's face faltered.
"Luna, this is the rule for wedding pickups here. Don't mess around!"
"It's just eating a banana. It's not going to kill you. Just cooperate!"
I was about to speak when they pounced.
They'd been drinking outside—their bodies reeked of booze. Leon looked annoyed and shoved the banana straight into my mouth.
"Mmph—"