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Chapter 32: CH-30 Beating Maxtern's group[2]

Also… it's possible to have their biological child with a female. Yeah, Really a fantasy world, isn't it?

However, the specific technique involved may be considered… somewhat unconventional, Argh it's arguable about if it's necessary for us to delineate into those details….

Let's not bother this… Anyways, on my point.

One thing was for sure... everyone's life was a pre-packaged deal, sealed with a kiss and a hefty dose of parental expectations from the moment they made their grand entrance into the world.

It was handed a script at birth, and you had to spend the rest of your days acting out the role your parents had crafted for you.

'You will become a doctor, just like your father always wanted.' The parents would proclaim, their eyes shining with a mixture of hope and a slight hint of desperation.

Never mind that little Timmy had all the surgical prowess of a drunken octopus – this was their chance to relive their kudos days, and by golly, they were going to seize it!

On the other side of the border, there existed a rare breed of parents – The supporters of dreams and wishes.

These unicorns of the parenting world would gaze upon their offspring with a serene smile, whispering; You can be whatever you want to be, my dear child.

Even if it's a professional bubble-blower or a professional couch potato. Of course, these dream-enabling parents were rarer than a solar eclipse to watch a kaleidoscope.

Most kids were fated to follow the well-trodden path of living out their parents' unfulfilled aspirations.

It was akin to becoming a world-renowned singer, despite storing the vocal talents of a screeching banshee or a professional athlete even if their coordination unveiled that of a newborn giraffe.

"Rest assured about my family — My father provides unwavering support in all my jobs. That old monster just loved me too much after my mother."

Amelia, praising my perspective, gently offered a piece of meat from her own fork, as I had already galloped mine and was in search of more.

Caught up in the playful banter, I accepted the bite without a second thought, my words muffled by the food to goad her. "Whab? Dre yuuu porpbbing for a marrbge to beh?"

"Finish eating, then we can talk!" As Amelia tenderly wiped my face with tissue paper, unknown to us, our bond deepened into a profound friendship.

"Mmm!" I nodded like a bobblehead in an earthquake and wolfed down the last crumbs.

"Park it right there, wife. I'll be back before you can say 'rubbery meatloaf surprise!'".

Amelia snatched my plate faster than a blink of a hungry chameleon's tongue. As she hauled her apron-clad caboose out of sight, an eerie presence slid over me like a cold fish smooch.

A sweaty hand clamped onto my shoulder with the desperation of a drowning man clutching a concrete life preserver.

—Smack!

My spidey-senses tingle, and I swatted away the incoming face-slap with more ferocity than a kung-fu kitten batting at a laser pointer dot.

"What's your malfunction, buddy?" Narrowing my eyes, I zeroed in on the assailant, And growled.

The perpetrator was none other than Orpa, that violet-haired class clown with a face so average, like every part, they use it to test anti-anxiety meds on lemurs.

"H-How d-dare you stop my slap of injustice?" His eyes glistened like dewdrops on a lawn gnome And struggled to untie his tongue.

His knees knocking like battering rams on a castle gate. Why was this purple-topped popinjay pitching a fit?

More importantly, did I have some sort of canine sixth sense that this was merely one mutt yapping to his master's cruel command?

[Master, I'm getting a strong smell that Fido here is somebody's little lap dog...or the toy of a bigger bully.] Harriet's mental butted in her opine before I could put the snark-bite on this clown.

From the periphery of my eyes, I descry… Maxtern giving a vigorous thumb-chewing, like a squirrel prepping to bury a nut.

He turned on his heel and booked it, leaving me as the hairy new center of attention in this three-ring circus.

If I didn't stamp out this rabid pup right here, there was a chance the kennel club would keep siccing their little growlers on me for some cheap humiliation yuks.

I didn't need that future circus act gumming up my groove.

Then again, maybe I should teach this mangy mutt a lesson and put him down for a little obedience training? I was scrapping one lower level realm than him...

Hmmm, decisions, decisions!

'Aha! An opportunity arises!' I tightened my grip as his palm clung under my fist.

"Arghhhhhhh!" Orpa shrieked, crumpling to his knees upon the floor. I refused to relinquish my hold before shattering every phalanx.

—Crack! "Arghhhhh!"

Mercifully, I limited the damage to two fractured digits.

"Do it next time..." I fixed him with a death gaze, "I shall terminate your existence! Now accompany me, or face accusations of unprovoked assault. There are numerous witnesses and security footage will prove my allegations."

"... I-I'm sorry!" having no other choice, Orpa walked behind while crying, pulled by an inescapable tether.

I signaled Amelia through my smartwatch to join me in the classroom. There are still twenty minutes, I can break this villainous chain, And just bunk today's classes.

***

"Tsk! I thought she would suffer a thrashing, at the very least!" Maxtern clicked his tongue disapprovingly. He stood beneath the bridge with his cohorts.

"Indeed, I presumed she would prove incapable of mounting such a swift defense." Hen concurred, another youth in their assemblage.

—Smack!

He wrapped his arms around Vinolan's neck, his fraternal twin. The pair sported tresses of chestnut and obsidian irises, their countenances pleasingly proportioned.

"Should we to summon reinforcements from my home and instruct her in humility?... Ouch!" Vinolan suggested, evoking a somberly dark expression from the horde.

Hen punched his cranium. "Stupid! That peasant wench still has connections to the White family. We must operate surreptitiously, background our machinations plans from prying eyes."

"So, You are here, Fuckers!"


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