Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

In the morning I was woken up by the alarm clock on the phone I set up yesterday. To get up earlier and have time to embrace yourself and get there. I plan to go to the vantage point first, i.e. the planned date. I have to talk to Bobby from the catering organization. And all these decorations, because when discussing the details. We discussed that they would take care of everything, of course I had to provide some key decisions. That is why I lost so much. But today is the day and I have to try. I regret, however, that I didn't make an appointment in the evening. But there is nothing to complain about, it is important that she agreed. hmm .... I feel strangely tense, stressed and I have the feeling that I have forgotten something. But no matter, it's time to prepare

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Twenty minutes later...

When in the herb a quick shower, I changed into a planned creation. And when I did it, I went to the large mirror that was in the bathroom.

I took silly poses for several minutes and talk silly texts like:

I stick out my hand as if I asked her to dance, and I make a strange expression. I tried to have a flirtatious expression on my face, but it didn't work out a bit, and then I looked into my eyes while still in this pose. I said:

(Krius)-Would you make me honor and dance for me? ..... Come back ..... Or otherwise .... Will you dance with me? .... Fuck .... I'm hopeless ...

However, this did not end there, for the next few minutes I took new positions and spoke more and more different texts.

Luckily, after a while, I got bored and finally I looked at myself in the mirror and said.

(Krius)-Take her, Tiger. Just don't screw this up.-And then I left the bathroom .

Then I changed clothes, it took me a little time. Because I had everything ready, I mean, I just had it folded and ready to wear. Clothes from yesterday are creased and lie in a corner. A bit messy, but what's up. Then I went to the parking lot and got into my car. And I will say one or two have recently fallen in love with me. First girl, second car. The guy doesn't need more to be happy.They do not extend, I headed towards the viewpoint.

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Fifteen minutes later...

The fact that it is already nine o'clock, the team dealing with decor and catering is already there. And from what I could see when parking the car. This decor is impressive. Honestly, the place I created earlier looked like a viewpoint located on top of a mountain. Now, after the crew took care of it, it transformed the place into a gazebo, a decorative balcony, a section of an expensive restaurant in the open air. It is difficult to say, but it looks beautiful. The earthy ground was replaced by marble or some other expensive stone. But it blends perfectly with the black decorative barriers. Forming a half circle from the side of the entrance, or to make it easier to imagine, the shape resembles the letter "U". The barriers are decorated decorative, and because of the fact that I did not ask for a specific pattern. It was Bobbe's company that created scenes showing pairs every few meters. Among other things, a guy kneeling and asking a woman for a hand or sitting opposite each other. And such, but the most important is standing in the middle made of black obsidian plastic decorative table. With a black and white tablecloth and tableware on it. In addition to them a few meters away there is a place prepared for violinists. Or people who play instruments. You may think I'm exaggerating, but I don't know what to do. I improvised, modeled on films and manga. But it's better to do too much than to do too little. And regret it, right. I hope I don't scare her with it because I think I'm exaggerating. Fuck ... It's easier to fight with Gotham crime than getting ready a date with a girl ... Okay, that's enough.

When I reached the top of "Gazebos", as soon as Bobby saw me. He ran to me in a second, which impressed me. Because I did not expect such speed from him. But when I returned, the conversation began.

(Bobby)-Hello, Mr. Ultor. As you can see, we're almost ready. The food is on its way and they should deliver it a few minutes before the planned arrival of you and your chosen she.

(Krius)-I understand this is good news. So there were no problems. - voice slightly nervous

(Bobby)-Not any problems.Please forgive my courage, but have you already chosen a gift for your woman?

Oh fuck, I'm an idiot. I forgot to fucking fuckin. In every series I watched, and as friends told me, the guy always gave the girl on the first date some special gift. Flowers, jewelry, chocolates.

Bobby seeing my panicked face and my walking from place to place. He stopped me and said.

(Bobby)-Please calm down. A jeweler and other shops are nearby. You still have time, but it is important that the gift was from the heart.

(Suddenly, Ultor's face took on a slightly crazy expression, which slightly frightened Bobbe. Ultor just said "From the heart", and they will disappear. From Bobbe's point of view, it looked like he faded into the air.)

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Few minutes later...

I came across a stupid but very romantic idea. I think so.But wait, you'll find out.

I ran to the nearest jewelry factory. So I ran, I did not want to waste time so I strengthened myself and ran here in less than a few seconds. Fortunately, the clothes did not tear due to air pressure.

If you think I will buy her an expensive necklace with a large diamond, you are partly right. But I came up with something more  special and valuable.

But you'll find out later when I do it. And now it's time to go inside.

An elderly man greeted me inside the factory. If I am to describe him, he is about seventy years old. He is bald, but he has a big gray beard. And on the right eye it has a strange device, which is probably used to assess the quality of precious stones. As soon as I entered, the old man greeted me in a pleasant grandfather's voice.

(Old Bobby)-I did not expect such a person to visit my modest establishment. - rubs his chin - what can I help, Mr. Ultor.

(Krius)-How long will it take you to place the gem on a black gold chain?

A spark appears in the old man's eyes and he feels excitement. From the fact that he does not talk to any rich man he meets every day, but with the infamous Gotham hero. Angel and Demon in one, Old Bobby reads a lot of newspapers, so he knows Ultor's accomplishments. And he knows that what he can get from him, he will not get from anyone else.

(old Bobby)-Then what should I do for you? And Do you want one of my gems or do you own your own.

I approach the door and slowly cover the curtains, then translate the plaque from open to closed. And with the help of the door lock, he locks the door. Then I turn around and say:

(Krius)-You create a chain and I will create a gem. Don't ask how, just take care of it. And use black gold.

(Old Bobby)-Yes Mr. Ultor.

Then Old Bobby goes to the back room and I hear him looking for the perfect chain. Later, you can also hear the sound of welding and metalworking. So Old Bobby started to create, so I should too.


Some guys are doing riding action to impress a girl. I will beat them all by creating a heart necklace. Or rather "from the heart." You heard so well. I plan to take the fiber out of my heart and place it in a crystal which I will create with the help of white and black Energa.

Now you know what Harry Potter reading ends with. But in it, people make with heart fibers wands. And I  create a necklace. Fuck, you can say I'm making the first real Horcrux. I hope my nose does not fall off. * cough * Voldemort * cough *.

I sat on the chair that I pulled out behind the counter and put it in the middle of the room.

I took off my clothes (only upper) and threw them to the other end of the room. Then transforming the gloves that I learned to call the other way around. In their demonic form, then I started to tear my chest. I even broke my ribs and took them out, then pulled out the fiber.

You wonder why I say it as if I would at least pull out a splinter, and this time I cut the fiber out of my heart. Not to mention tearing the chest. The answer is a request I went crazy, or rather I'm in love as hell. using black energy I turned off the nervous system. Then, while cutting the chest and the whole procedure. I kept myself alive thanks to the white energy. In fact, she did it herself, I had to block her so that she would not regenerate my chest. And it was hard because if I didn't do it. It would regenerate in less than a second, but in spite of all this, it was possible thanks to the experience I had in the hospital. I managed to do surgery with some people in the hospital for some people. In the end I treated the whole hospital and in some cases I had to cut out sick organs and then regenerate them. But after fifteen minutes, the fiber was in my hand. And I will say ufff .... It was terrible and on the other hand it was my first penetration; D. But enough dark humor. Because Old Bobby looks at me around the corner and is pale as a wall. Not to mention the whole floor in blood. But thanks to one of my skills that I created yesterday. It took me seconds to clean it up, I literally waved my hand. A white light appeared and all the blood disappeared and it was honestly cleaner than when I came in.

Then I went to the glass case, near where old Bobby stood. And I put the fiber on the countertop, then with the help of energy I picked it up. And then sending black and white energy into him, I began to create a heart-shaped crystal around him. It was Almost transparent, but inside it could be seen floating fiber. The whole crystal emanated my energy and like someone is an empath (Something like a telepath, only reads emotions instead of thoughts). It will feel a strong feeling of love from him, as if to say. Feeling the strength of feelings I had while creating the crystal, and it was quite strong. Because I literally ripped me open, for the girl.[Author: Picture of the necklace on the discord group. But I did not find my image. So, either imagine or enter the group, there I added a photo that is a bit like what I mean.]

Then I handed the gem over to young Old Bobby, who joined the gem with a black chain of black gold in less than six minutes, and my unique gift was ready. I paid, got dressed and ran to the car. Because I had a bit of trouble at the jeweler, and soon I will have to go see Rachel. Hmm .... I'm already stressed. Will she like this stupid pendant. Fuck ... my heart is pounding ... It's good time to move.

I am the bane of demons that live in the bodies of people.We've lost demonic wings, so I will take you from this land. you will learn to fly devoid of heavy bodies.There will be no turning back because the game has started.


I have an idea for a climate story in the DC world. I will cover many aspects of the proceedings of superheroes. But no spoilers.

I wake up to the sound of chirping birds and from the warmth of sun rays falling on my face. I blink, my eyes unfocused for some reason.

I stretch as I feel my muscles stiff from sleeping. My head throbs as I move my body and I clutch my forehead in pain. My hands pull the blanket over my legs for comfort. 

Wait.

Where am I?

As far as I remember, I don't think I was living somewhere.

Hmm...Let's see. I woke up in the palace, met benefactor, bugged him and..

That's right! He agreed to become my sensei. Hah! I knew that watching chinese dramas would be good. Those lines were a perfect way to blackmail him. Mission 'Blackmail the benefactor' accomplished! I fist pump only to notice someone staring at me.

I sweat drop, when I see that that 'someone' was none other than sensei. His face was smiling, but his eyes were so scary. "You've got a lot of nerve haven't you? Forcing me to be your sensei and then fainting on me?!" his voice was as chilly as a block of ice.

"Se-Sensei, I didn't do it on purpose I swear. I just hadn't eaten for days and.." I bite my tongue before I blurted out my secret to him. Sensei or not, I can't afford telling him the truth. 

"And..? And what?" he asks raising a perfect eyebrow. Seeing my reluctant-to-say-anthing-else face, he just sighs and says "You better get ready in ten minutes. Eat breakfast and then meet me in the dining room."

I nod earnestly and get out of the bed. "Um.. Sorry to ask, but what is this place?" I ask hesitantly. 

"It's a hotel in Sheron."

I stare blankly at him "Sheron?"

He only crinkles his eyebrow saying "You don't know about Sheron? Have you been living under a rock for all these years?" 
I could only bow my head down in shame. Technically, it wasn't my fault for living in another planet for twelve whole years of my life. 
"Sheron is one of the greatest lands in this planet along with Zanthia, Ryka and Thyme."

For some reason, my mouth watered on hearing Thyme. It sounded like some sort of an exotic dish and my stomach let out an embarrassingly loud wail.

"Oh, just get ready and eat." he snaps and leaves, shutting the door behing him.

I inspect the room before searching for a fresh pair of clothes. The room was huge, decor was simple but elegant. What surprised me, was a strange device on the wall. I touch it and find a button. Curious, I click it only for warm air to blow down my whole body. I jump back and switch off the device in shock.

I guess.. It was a dryer? A body dryer maybe.

The change is too much.

Fortunately, the shower mechanism in the bathroom seemed almost similar to the one back at Earth, so I could use it properly.

I hadn't noticed it before, but my body had grown significantly. I seemed quite tall for a seventeen year old girl, and my hair was pretty long too. On removing my top, I see a pair of giant skin coloured balloons.

I could only hit myself as I realize that those were my female organs that would produce milk for babies.

Even though they were a bit big when I was twelve, I didn't expect it to grow this big. I sigh as they might be a problem while training, cringing as I imagine a scene where I'm running and my heavy chest bounces up and down, making me lag behind.

Have to do something about it. I'll see about it later. As the water flows down my body, my hands rinse the dirt of my skin. Unknowingly, I had been trying to get rid of the feeling of those men touching me and I scrubbed frantically, till my skin went red.

I further rinse my black hair, running my fingers along it. Black huh?Wonder if my real mom or dad have the same hair colour? Shaking my head, I try to remove those thoughts. 

I snap back in reality as I am reminded of the scars carved on my back and my hands run over them. I only hiss slightly in pain when I notice that one of the wounds had opened up and water from the shower was entering it. Why hadn't it healed, even after so many years?

I turn off the shower and step out of the bathroom. I touch the body dryer and sigh in relief as the warmth fills my body.
I then find my new pair of clothes,undergarments, some ointment and bandages.

A sudden idea strikes my mind. I wrap the bandages around my chest tightly, wincing slightly in pain and apply ointment on my back and forehead. Unfortunately, the undergarments were too small and I could somehow fit into the panty.

I leave the bra as I had already covered my chest with bandages. At least now, they won't interfere while I'm training. The clothes were loose and seemed a bit fashionable. The top was a one that could be tied at the end and the pants were leatherish type. They felt pretty comfortable.

I slip into the shoes kept there and surprisingly they were a perfect fit. As I try to move, the shoes felt pretty light and had some kind of air holes down there. Air-holes huh? They may be for providing stealth and lightness as it would keep the bod- Ah! Here I go again, rambling about something. If Vicki had been here, she would have nagged me for sure.

I wipe out the thoughts from my mind and walk out the door, looking at the front.

When I reach the front, my world will change.

Because this will be my new beginning.

I swear that I'll break the chains of my chained fate.

She was twelve when she lost her parents.

Twelve when she found her powers.

Twelve when she lapsed into a coma.

And now she's woken up after five years.

With a new look and an old monster within her.

Without her trusty best friend Vicki.

She is not chained by fate. 

Her fate is chained. 

What will she do?

Join Aura in her journey of fighting her chained fate and finding herself once again.

Not to mention falling in love along the way. Don't forget she has a twelve year old heart and mind in her teen body. 


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When Yeong Jae-won came back from his important call, he summoned Anton to follow him to his study. They were covering important matters in relation to the syndicate that has been trying to rob them. 
Yanmei and Yeong Soon continued to talk over coffee. All the conversations that followed covered the future grandchildren of the house that Yanmei could not help but feel her heart coming out of her chest. 
After an hour of chatting, Yeong Soon checked the time and said, "Oh my. Yanmei. It's getting very late. I can't have you go home at this time. You should stay over."
"Umm… It's okay, Mommy Soon. Really, Anton will take me home," Yanmei insisted while putting a hand on her arm. 
"Yanmei, it's already ten in the evening. You will arrive really late at your apartment and we don't know for sure when the two will finish. Please… please don't give me a heart attack and just sleep here for the night. You don't have to worry about clothes, I have plenty," insisted Yeong Soon.
After letting out a heavy sigh, Yanmei cautiously agreed, "Okay. Mommy Soon. If you say so."
Following Yanmei's approval, Yeong Soon quickly stood up, worried that Yanmei might change her mind. She called for the maids to prepare a guest room. 
Yanmei can only bite her lip knowing there was no stopping Mommy Soon, but for a mere instruction to have the guest room ready, it took rather long for Yeong Soon to return. She wondered what kind of preparations Yeong Soon was making. Still, she let it be and resumed to finish her coffee. 
After more than half an hour, Yeong Soon returned and said, "See, the boys are not yet finished. It must be a serious matter that they were discussing. Yanmei, I have clothes in the guest room prepared for you. You should get your rest now."
With a smile of surrender, Yanmei got up and followed Yeong Soon's lead. 
Yanmei was escorted to her room and the moment she got in, she thought that room was rather… MANLY. It was painted in black, white and gray. The curtains and the linens also followed the same shade. The decors were mostly minimalistic, and on the wall was a huge picture of a disassembled gun. Fronting the bed was a 60-inch flat-screen monitor. 
After studying the room, she could not help but comment, "Mommy Soon. Is this Anton's room?"
"What dear? No! I swear this is the guest room, but if you prefer staying in Anton's room that can be arranged  -"
"Oh, no. Mommy Soon, this here is fine," said Yanmei. "I was just wondering if all the guest's rooms were furnished this way."
"Yes, my dear. It was Jae-won who did the designing, and he liked it this way," answered Yeong Soon. 
Yanmei continued to check the room and saw a display cabinet with uniquely designed knives carved with dragons. She immediately turned to Yeong Soon, but before she could ask, Mommy Soon beat her to it. She heard her say, "Oh, Anton's collection is just too many that we had to use it as a decor in some rooms. He has an entire room filled with different knives."
"Oh, I see," said Yanmei before looking back at the knives. "The blades are beautiful. It's no wonder Yeong likes them - Oh, I mean Anton."
"Did he tell you to call him Yeong?" Asked Yeong Soon. After seeing Yanmei nod, she smiled back at her. She was not sure if Yanmei knew the reason behind it, but she figured it was up to Anton to tell. 
Yeong Soon hugged Yanmei all of a sudden. She had a feeling that Yanmei was truly softening Anton's heart. She remained holding her for seconds until she finally let go and said goodnight. 
After being left alone in the room, Yanmei went to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. She noticed there were two sets of everything; soap and shampoo for men and women. There was even shaving cream for men, but there were also facial necessities for women. There were two unopened toothbrushes and two pairs of bathroom slippers. 
"Wow," she said. "Ready for any type of guest?"
She happily took a shower and dried herself. When she saw her sleeping wear, she thought she and Mommy Soon liked the same comfortable clothes. She put on the silk nighty and silk robe before finally resting on the bed. 
She breathed into the scent of the pillows and linens, saying, "Hmmm smells manly but really good."
Anton Yeong and his father had a long discussion with one of their major stockholders through a video conference call. It was already past midnight when they were through. He was exhausted and wanted to take his rest. 
Seeing his mother come down from the stairs, he asked, "Where is Yanmei, mother?"
Yeong Soon yawned and pretended to be confused. She pointed out to a room and said, "I  - think she is in that guest room."
Anton nodded before heading to his room. When he turned the knob to his door, he realized it was locked. He walked back to his parents' room and just before he knocked on the door, Yeong Soon extended her hand giving him the keys. She said, "I figured you'd be looking for this."
He grabbed the keys and returned to his bedroom. The moment he came inside, he gradually took off his clothes and left it on the floor, leaving only his undershirt and boxer shorts on. 
It was because he was too tired that he did not bother to take a shower or turn on the lights. Besides, he knew his bedroom layout well. 
Stretching his arms up high, Anton yawned before slamming himself on the bed. 
"Ahhhh!" Yanmei screamed after feeling a lumber fall on top of her. She got up and pulled up her blanket, and after a second, all the lights were turned on. 
"YEEEOOONG!!!!"
"YAANMMEI!!!"
"What are you doing here?" They both asked at the same time. 
Yanmei's mouth fell open and began to analyze things. When she realized what had happened, she fell back on the bed saying, "Mommy Soon brought me here. She said this was a guest room."


“I don’t like women directly reporting to me!” He yelled at her after learning he would be working with a mere woman. 

Xia Yanmei replied, “I understand how you don’t like women and I support you wholeheartedly.” 

“Are you a lunatic? I just said I detest women!” Anton Yeong repeated himself, already agitated. His brows were drawn together while his eyes were like a laser, ready to pierce a hole through her body. 

“Oh, you were referring to me? I’m sorry. Sometimes, I forget. I am actually a woman… The truth is, I am a man trapped in a woman’s body!” 

That was all she could think of to secure his trust. In order to keep her job and remain away from her father’s pestering, she tricked the cold and powerful Aton Yeong.

It was from that moment that he was willing to give her a chance, and it was because she turned herself into gay that she kept living a lie... only to regret it after falling for his unorthodox approach. 

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“Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?“ Said the icy man wearing her silk robe. 

The man before her was none other than Anton Yeong the CEO of JKW Investments and Yeong Guns and Ammos Corporation.

Belonging to one of the wealthiest families in Korea, many women wished to be wed to this indifferent man, but he chose to make her his fake lover.

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What happens when a man who swore women away gets into a fake relationship who equally hates men? Will they find their way to believe in love? 

Anton Yeong believed that relationships were a burden because of his dark world. Will he lower down his guard for the right girl? 

This is the story of Xia Yanmei and Anton Yeong. Two individuals who swore never to fall in love. 

They find themselves in a hilarious misunderstanding, preventing them from telling their true heart’s yearning. 

Join me as I tell this romantic-comedy through this book and hope that you will love it the same way as my first novel. 

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WARNING: THIS NOVEL FEATURES MATURE CONTENTS, USE OF OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AND MYSTERY PLOTS.

IF THE ABOVE IS ACCEPTABLE TO YOU, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

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If you prefer a novel that is naughty with both action and lots of love (smuts included), you may go for The President's Lover is a Fighter. The story is nearing its end so you won't end up in a cliffhanger.

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"You know something!" I slammed my hand on the wall. Jiro flinched.

"Sam, relax."

"Just tell me what you know. You've been avoiding answering me for more than a week now." I stared at his eyes, I could see that he wasn't wavering. "If I really mean anything to you, please tell me."

"Sam, you know you mean a lot to me, but this is between you and Kei. You need to sit together and talk."

"Tell that to your brother!" I yelled. I sighed. "You know what, whatever Jiro." I walked away. I could hear Jiro calling my name but I didn't stop nor turn.

I had been trying to get Jiro to tell me about the meeting with their grandfather. Kei had changed drastically after that. But I couldn't get a word out of him. Kei had been hanging out with Daisuke all the time, like they were planning something big. I rarely saw him at home, and when I did he completely ignored me. I was getting really pissed at his attitude.

It was Wednesday afternoon, I had just gotten back from school. It had been a long day preparing for exams. I had barely taken my shoes off at the entrance when Kei appeared. He was wearing a midnight blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a gray tie. His dark hair was gelled back and his cologne was way too strong. He looked dashingly handsome. My mouth went dry for a second then I swallowed.

"Where are you going?"

"I have something to do." He answered me while putting on his shoes.

"Kei." My voice came small. "Are you breaking up with me?" My question made him freeze for a millisecond and then he resumed with his shoes.

"Let's talk later."

"Let's talk now!" I yelled. "Why are you doing this to me, Kei?"

"I'm going to be late, I have to go." He took his cane and left me there. I stared at the shut door for a moment, then, I don't know what took a hold of me, but I found myself following Kei.

I walked a few feet behind him. He went to the train station and I followed him to the Yamanote line. I boarded the train with him grateful that it was full and that he couldn't see me in the crowd. He exited in the Shibuya station and I followed. He walked out of the station and then he stopped at a flower shop. He bought a bouquet of red and pink roses then he resumed walking.

A small optimistic voice in my head told me that he might be preparing a surprise for me. That maybe he was going to apologize and try to patch things up. But he didn't walk back to the station. He walked the opposite direction. Kei stopped at an intersection and just waited. I had found a tree that I hid behind while keeping an eye on him. Suddenly, a black Mercedes with tinted windows stopped in front of him. The driver walked out and opened the back door for a beautiful Japanese girl to get out. She was wearing a beautiful pink kimono with blue and green swallows on it.

"Hello." Kei greeted.

"Hello." The girl responded.

They bowed to each other and then Kei presented the bouquet to her. I felt like an ice bucket was poured on my head. 'Is this a date?' My heart twisted in different directions. It hurt so much I had my hand on my chest. The girl smiled and blushed a little. She closed her eyes and smelled the roses. She bowed again and thanked Kei.

"Shall we?" Kei asked as they started to walk away from the car. It took all of my strength to command my legs to move. They were threatening to give in at any second. I followed them as people stared. Not at me of course. Nobody cared that I was probably having a mild heart attack. Everyone was looking at the beautiful happy couple.

They arrived at a very fancy Italian restaurant and entered. Of course I couldn't follow them there unless I wanted to spend all of my scholarship money for a meatball. I couldn't leave either, my feet were glued to the pavement.

As soon as I had surrendered and decided to go home, I saw them on the second floor as the hostess showed them to the table by the window. I stood there in the middle of the street not caring if Kei saw me anymore. He helped her sit on the chair and sat opposite of her. They were talking and smiling to each other.

It was excruciating to watch. I felt two hot streams on my cheeks and I didn't bother wiping them. I walked and walked not even knowing where I was going. My mind was blank, not a single thought. I think I walked for three hours before my brain was able to function again. I walked to the nearest station and took a train home. I entered the house, took off my shoes, and walked upstairs. As I reached the upper stairs, I heard voices in the hallway.

"Just tell her Kei." Jiro said before he startled from seeing me. "Sam? Are you ok?" He asked me which made Kei turn around to look at me. When I saw him, all the emotions from earlier rushed back to me and I felt so dizzy I had to close my eyes.

"Sam!" Kei called my name and I felt a grip on my wrist yanking me forward. I landed on something hard yet soft. The sandalwood smell from earlier submerged my nostrils and helped me open my eyes. I found myself in Kei's arms.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me." I hissed as I pushed him away. The action made me lose balance but, thankfully, the wall wasn't far. I glared at Kei as he held my gaze furiously. It looked like he wanted to tell me something, but he didn't.

'Coward.'

I walked to my room while leaning on the wall. As soon as I entered my room, I found refuge in my bed. I didn't cry. I just slept.

The next morning, I woke up to Jiro's voice calling my name.

"Sam, come on. You're going to be late." I opened my eyes and yawned.

"I don't feel so good Jiro. I think I'm going to take a sick day." He instantly put his hand on my forehead.

"Do you have a fever? What is it?"

"I'm feeling really nauseous and my head hurts."

"Do you want me to stay with you? I don't want you to stay home alone."

"Why? Where is everybody?"

"Mom went to the gym and Kei left to Osaka with dad early this morning."

"Osaka?" I repeated absent-minded.

"Do you want me to get you anything?"

"No, I'll be fine. Thank you Jiro. You can go, I don't want you to be late." He squeezed my hand before he left.

'Osaka, huh.' I thought to myself before I fell asleep again.

"Sam... Sam..." Amanda's voice was soft and soothing. I moaned. "How are you feeling my dear?"

"I'm just really tired." I said with my eyes half open.

"I brought you breakfast. You need to eat something."

I sat up in my bed to let her put a tray on my lap. It all looked delicious, but I didn't have an appetite. Amanda was eyeing me closely. I felt obliged to eat, so I started with some fruit.

"You are really pale my dear."

"I feel really weak. I think I just need to rest for a bit. I haven't been sleeping lately." She stared at me for a moment.

"Are you and Kei fighting?" Her question was out of the blue. I almost choked on a grape. "I know you are, I think it started right after that cursed meeting with Kenji's dad." All I did was stare at Amanda.

"I-"

"It's ok, I know my son. He is really stubborn... like his dad." She said as she looked to the distance as if she was contemplating a far memory. "He thinks he has the duty of doing whatever his grandpa demands... because of me... He's a fool."

I was curious to ask questions, like how was it because of her? Or what did his grandfather ask of him? But I didn't. Amanda was sharing her feelings with me and I wasn't going to interrupt her. She probably didn't have a lot of friends here.

"He is set on taking the family business and to do that he has to follow every single rule that his grandpa has set." She added. "Anyway, just go easy on him. He thinks he's a superhero." She said with a weak smile and then padded my head. "Now eat my dear and get some sleep, I will call your school." She left my room and I had a little bit more fruit before falling into slumber again.



For the next two weeks, my health got worse. I lost so much weight, I could barely eat. I thought I was depressed because of the breakup. Amanda and Jiro had offered to take me to the doctor several times, but I told them that it wasn't anything serious. I barely focused in class and I was freaking out because finals week was the following week. Kei was still in Osaka. I thought it was better that way; being away from him.

I was sleeping in on Sunday morning when my phone woke me up.

"Hello." I answered half asleep.

"Get up sleepyhead." Yoko's squeaky voice greeted me.

"Why?"

"Let's go out shopping. I need you to choose a dress with me."

"I don't want to."

"You are the worst friend in the world!" She yelled over the phone. "Get up, I will be at your house in twenty minutes."

"Wait-" Yoko hung up. 'Oh man, I don't feel like getting out of bed.'

I dragged my body to the bathroom and took a shower, then I hurried to get some breakfast.

"Good morning, dear." Amanda greeted me. "There are pancakes on the table."

"Oh, pancakes sound so good. Thank you."

I wolfed down six pancakes with lots of syrup. It was so delicious. Then, I ran upstairs to change. I settled on a pair of jeans and a red shirt. I noticed that the pants had gotten really loose, so I used one of my bells. 'Shit, how much weight did I lose?'

I brushed my teeth, put my hair in a bun, and put my stuff in my blue purse. I heard the doorbell and ascended the stairs quickly.

"I'm going out, Amanda." I yelled as I opened the door.

"Ok, have fun!" I heard Amanda shout from the living room.

"Do you know how much I hate you?" I said to Yoko.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on let's go." She pulled me from my arm dismissing my comment.

We went to a few shops looking for cute dresses for Yoko's date with Jiro. Unfortunately, she didn't find anything she liked. We decided to go to Shibuya. There  was way more choices there. I even tried a few dresses and Yoko convinced me to get one of them. It looked so good on me, so I bought it.

"Hey what do you think about wearing our new dresses?"

"What? Why?"

"Let's just look cute and go have lunch somewhere. What do you say?" I thought about it for a while. I hadn't gone out like that for weeks.

"That sounds good." I smiled at Yoko.

We walked to the bathroom in the mall and we changed. I wore my new dress. It was a champagne chiffon dress. It was knee-high and just beautiful. I didn't care that it didn't match my black sneakers, I just enjoyed how good I looked in it. Yoko came out wearing the blueberry dress she had bought.

"Oh my gosh, Sam you look beautiful."

"You too, Yoko."

"Let me put some makeup on you." I nodded and let her paint my face.

"By the way, where do you want to go eat?"

"I have a little idea about that." She said ambiguously.

Yoko took me to a trendy restaurant called Jane's. It was filled with young couples.

"A table for two, please." I heard Yoko tell the host.

"Follow me please." He asked.

He showed us to a small table by the window. The music in the place was really nice. The decor was also unique. I sat down but Yoko didn't.

"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She said before disappearing.

I was looking at the menu when a male's voice got my attention. It was too familiar.

"Hey, Sam." I thought he was in Osaka. He sat in the chair facing me.

"Actually, I'm with-" Suddenly, everything made sense. Yoko coming to get me this morning, the dress shopping, the makeup. 'She is hopeless.' "What do you want, Kei."

"I want to talk."

"Oh now you want to talk. You are three weeks late." I barked.

"I wasn't ready."

"Oh are you ready now? To break up with me? Are you going to tell me about your date with that Japanese princess." My words shocked him.

"How do you-"

"I saw you!" I yelled. My voice turned a few heads, so I got up and I started walking towards the entrance. I heard Kei call after me. I didn't stop.

"Sam!" He called again when we were in the street. I still didn't stop. I felt his grip on my left arm.

"Don't touch me!" He pulled me to an alley.

"Come on Sam, I just want to talk... explain."

"Are you going to tell me that we're not breaking up?" I stared at him straight in the eye. "Of course you can't do that." I said bitterly. "You didn't even have the balls to break up with me like a normal person." I screamed at the top of my head. My breathing was heavy, I was being way too emotional. My eyes were blurred with tears.

"It was a blind date. My grandpa said that we have to find a good candidate for marriage to make new connections for our family." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you listening to yourself, Kei?"

"I have to do it."

"Do you really?" I was getting really angry. Even getting a headache from the conversation.

"Sam, you don't understand. I have to prove to them that I can do it."

"What about me? What am I to you, Kei?"

'Sam, I-" He stopped in the middle of his sentence. I eyed him for a moment and then sighed.

"Kei, nobody has ever hurt me like the way you have. I don't think I will ever get over it." I said submissively.

I took a step but my headache got worse very fast. I found myself leaning on the wall for support. But that didn't help. I looked around and the world seemed to spin in all directions. I felt my consciousness slip away slowly and the last thing I heard was Kei's voice calling my name.

Samantha and Kei were neighbors and classmates for years. She had being in love with him for a while. So when his parents decided to move to Japan, Samantha was left with a broken heart. 

She worked so hard to get a scholarship to spend her last trimester of high school in Tokyo. But when she succeeded, she was surprised by a different Kei, cold and mean. She didn't recognize her childhood friend anymore. Has she lost her first love forever?

Gordon Zhou had just walked toward the elevator to leave for the day when he heard Charlotte happily chatting with people. He stopped out of her sight and listened. He soon realized she was on a voice call with family. He could hear the worry in her voice as she talked about her mother's health. 
  He swallowed hard. He felt uncomfortable in his heart when he thought of the burden Charlotte and her family carried. His logic told him nearly all of his employees could tell similar stories of misfortune but he'd never felt like this before—the urge to do something. To fix the problem. He knew with his vast fortune that he had the power to ease their suffering, but how could he do it without offending Charlotte and her family? 
  Just then Charlotte came around the corner to the elevators. Their eyes met. She looked surprised. 
  "Mr. Zhou, good evening." She said gently. She seemed tired. 
  "Miss Xia." He nodded in his same reserved voice. 
  They both took the same elevator. There was an awkward silence until Gordon spoke up, "I can loan you the money if you need it." 
  "Ah, you heard my conversation." She guessed. 
  "Right." He affirmed. 
  "Mr. Zhou, the amount my mother needs for treatment is more than I can repay you in a timely manner. I'm afraid that as a businessman, you know loaning to someone like me is a risk." Charlotte explained. 
  "How about this? I need someone to attend business events and such. I can pay you $10,000 each time you attend with me." Gordon offered. 
  "Absolutely not. I am not a paid escort. It goes against my bottom line. If you want me to go out with you for some reason, I will be honored and happily go. But I won't accept money for it." Charlotte explained. 
  He considered her words. She might just be the first woman he'd met that wasn't after his money. He found his respect for her growing. And she said she'd happily be willing to go out with him. Did that mean...
  "I know! I could cook for you in exchange for helping my mother. But not at $10,000 a meal!" Charlotte interrupted his thoughts. He was startled. 
  "You cook?" He asked. 
  "Of course. My dad died when I was young and before my mom got sick she worked to provide my sister and I. I had to learn to cook so I could take care of me and my sister while mom was at work." Charlotte explained. 
  Gordon was surprised. As a child until the present his meals had always been prepared by a gourmet chef employed by his family. He couldn't imagine the struggles she'd faced. 
  "I'm sorry." He said quietly. 
  "No need. I may not be able to run in high heels but I've been cooking for over half my life. I don't mean to brag, but it's one thing I do well." She said with quiet confidence. 
  "Then please allow me to take you home so I can sample your cooking. Unless, you have a car here already?" Gordon asked. 
  "No, I don't have a car." Charlotte said. 
  The elevator stopped on the ground floor and she followed him outside where his driver waited for him in a Rolls Royce. Charlotte's eyes widened. She'd never ridden in such a luxury car. Gordon waited for her to enter and then followed her in. 
  He noticed the look of utter shock and surprise on his driver's face. To his credit, the driver remained silent and followed Charlotte's directions. Soon they arrived at her apartment. 
  He followed her out of the elevator and to her door. Suddenly she paused. 
  "Mr. Zhou, my home is humble. I just realized I'm not really qualified to receive you."
  He looked at her worried little face and said, "I don't look down on you. There's no need for concern."
  She nodded and unlocked the door. He followed her inside and took in his surroundings. It was small but well kept and clean. Bright colors splashed happily around the room in her decor. 
  To his right was a small kitchen area full of brightly colored dish towels and shelves of colorful dishes and glassware. Ahead was a living area. A simple but modern grey couch covered in brightly colored pillows faced a simple wooden table and in the wall a TV was mounted. 
  The walls were covered in reprints of famous works of abstract art, their happy colors catching his eyes. Straight ahead and past the living room was a balcony with a small stone table and two bright yellow bean bags. To his right, past the kitchen was a door. 
  "Make yourself at home. I'm going to change out of my work clothes before I start dinner." Charlotte said as she kicked her high heels off and hung her purse by the front door. She slipped on a pair of house slippers. 
  She headed toward the closed door while Gordon also put on a pair of slippers. He walked around the small apartment taking in the paintings on the wall. He noticed a multi-colored rug taking up most of the floor space in the living area. 
  Just then Charlotte reappeared in a pair of black leggings and a baggy tee-shirt. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. His lips twitched into a smile without realizing it. She looked like a little girl playing dress up with her mother's clothes. 
  "I don't believe it!" She exclaimed, looking at him. 
  "What is it?" Gordon asked in confusion. 
  "You really can smile! You should do that more often!" She had teased him but praised him in the end. 
  Gordon turned his head quickly in embarrassment but Charlotte ignored it. As she tied an oversized apron around her waist he asked, "May I use the washroom?" 
  "It's through the bedroom." She absentmindedly answered as she began pulling ingredients out. 
  "Hey, what do you want to eat?" She called out as he wasn't about to pass into the bedroom. He paused. In truth he was picky about his food but he wasn't certain what she had on hand and didn't want to offend her. 
  "I'm sure anything will be fine." He said as he went in the bedroom and hurried into the washroom. Brightly colored rugs and towels added color to the tiny bathroom. He had closets bigger than this space, but he admired her ability to make the small room welcoming. 
  After he finished washing his hands he stepped back into the bedroom again and was finally able to see this room clearly. Bright red curtains graced the window and the bed was covered in a bedspread with bright red poppies splashed across it. He noticed a few picture frames on her dresser and he stepped closer to look. 
  A handsome couple and two young girls happily smiled back at him. This had to be her family before she lost her father. A more recent photo showed a gently smiling elder woman. Charlotte and a young girl who looked similar in appearance hugged the woman and smiled. 
  He glanced at the cloakroom filled with bright colored clothes. 
  Gordon turned back to go into the kitchen when he noticed the paintings on the wall. These were not framed reprints like those in the living area. These were canvases and they were happy scenes of nature. Bright orange sunsets, and lovely pink cherry blossoms, and deep blue-green oceans. 
  "Who is the artist of these paintings?" Gordon called out. 
  Charlotte appeared at the door wiping her hands on a towel. 
  "I did those in college. I minored in art." She explained. 
  "You painted these?" He asked in surprise as he stepped closer to the sunset painting. 
  "Yes." She affirmed. 
  "Would you paint one for my office?" He asked suddenly.

Charlotte Xia is fresh out of university looking for work. She lands a job at the prestigious Rising Sun Group, a high end jewelry design firm as the personal secretary to the CEO. President Gordon Zhou’s first impression of her isn’t great but for the first time in his life he feels his hardened heart is beginning to soften slowly. Charlotte is like a wild fire; carefree and passionate about life. She lives her days with optimism and joy and bold splashes of color. Gordon has always been known as an aloof ice berg. He keeps his distance from most people. The more Charlotte is around him the more she perceives that his cold nature is a facade to keep out loneliness and pain. She is determined to break down those defenses and promise him forever. But when a misunderstanding occurs, will they be able to find their way back to each other?

Chapter 5: You are at once the quiet and the confusion of my heart

-Franz Kafka

Micah

              I had never felt so many emotions over a woman than I've felt with Sophia. And I haven't even been with her for a whole day. The thing that bothers me most is when I see how men fall all over her. Seeing the store clerk and the men in line fawn over her was irritating. But when the gunmen focused on her, I hit the roof. Who knows what the men would have done to her if I hadn't taken them down. Then I see detective Colin Vane comforting her, and my stomach turns. It's just too much. Men are like moths to Sophia's flame. And as someone who is fighting his feelings for her, it's very difficult to resist smashing all of their faces in.

              Pulling into my apartment building's underground parking, I park in my spot and turn off the ignition. Sophia is fast asleep under the warmth of the blanket. I wanted to rip the card out of her hand when the detective mentioned that he gave her his number. Reaching out a hand, I run my thumb over her soft cheek and whisper gently. "We're here, Sophia." Sophia slowly opens her eyes and gives me a drowsy smile. "Micah." She whispers with a kittenish mewl, which makes my stomach tighten with desire.

              "Can you make it out of the car, or do you need help?" I ask with worry. She shakes her head and opens the door. Sliding out of my own seat, I meet her near the hood of the car and catch her when legs wobble a little. She reminds me of a child who has been woken from a nap. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the elevator doors and press the penthouse button.

I live in a large building in the center of Manhattan. I bought the suite a few years after I joined the Confradia. It's a beautiful apartment with two bedrooms and three bathrooms. The apartment has a large living area with ivory marble floors, wall to wall windows comfortable the living room furniture. My mother decorated a few years ago when she saw that my furniture consisted of a futon and a ninety-inch television. She made the apartment comfortable with its contemporary design, charcoal-colored cloth couch, and wrought iron tables. The dining room is a simple glass dining set with side chairs.

              A large glass wall separates the living area from the state of the art kitchen, and the kitchen cabinets are a gleaming obsidian color, gray marble countertops, and stainless steel appliances. There are several modern tapestries on the wall with sketches of human forms and few black leather chaise lounges facing the windows.

              Sophia steps in the center of the room and rests the blanket and my suit jacket on a nearby chair. I observe warily as she moves around the room, absorbing its decor. "Nice place." She says with a sincere smile. I'm surprised that she's not terrified or crying at what happened earlier. I've seen soldiers react the same after during a gunfight. They'll push the memory to the back of their minds and pretend it didn't happen. I guess it's a way to cope. Going along with it, I observe her looking around curiously.

              I'm surprised when she turns to the large, customized entertainment center in front of the large couch, and hones in on the pictures resting on the shelves. There are three pictures on the shelf. There was one of my father and me when I was a boy. That picture was taken the last time I saw my father. I was ten years old, and my father was heading overseas on a mission with his Marine unit. In the picture, my father is wearing his crisp, pressed uniform, with all of his medals, and I'm standing next to him wearing ripped jeans, a Snoopy t-shirt, and a Yankees baseball cap. The other picture was of my mother and me when I graduated from the Marine Corps. Like my father in the previous picture, I'm wearing a pressed uniform. The last picture is of my mother, Tate, Sophia, and me at my mother's wedding. I will never admit this out loud, but the only reason I put the picture up is that Sophia is in it, and I wanted something with her in it to look at.

              Sophia looks at all of the pictures attentively then turns back to me. "Is that your father?" She asks, taking the picture from the shelf and turning it towards me. Nodding my head, I stop next to her and take the picture from her hand. "Yeah. This was taken before he died." She nods her head and looks at the picture again. "He was very handsome. You look like him." I look at the picture for a moment and run my gaze over every angle of my father's face. I remember as a little boy staring at this picture for hours after my father died. Looking at it now, I can see the resemblance. My mother has always told me that I look like him minus the eyes. I have my mother's green eyes. My father had dark chocolate brown eyes.

              "How did he die?" Sophia asks with a note of caution. I look back at her to see that she's sincere in her question and place the picture back on the shelf. "He was on his second tour in Desert Storm. His unit was driving through a town when an IED hit his convoy. I was told that he died instantly." My mouth tightens with emotion. Even after all these years, it hurts to talk about it.

              Sophia must see my pain because she places her hand on my neck and turns my chin in her direction. "I'm sorry, Micah. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. At least yours did not leave you out of choice. My mother walked out on us." She mutters with a quiver in her voice. Her eyes gleam as she gazes down at the floor in contemplation. "I was so mad at her for leaving us. For a long time, I thought she left us because I was a bad daughter." She says this with a sad glint in her eyes. It's almost heartbreaking to see the pain reflected on her face.  

              Taking a deep breath, she utters softly. "But then I realized that it was her loss. And that dad and I were better off without her. Dad found Chelsea now. And your mom is really great."      

              Nodding my head, I take her hand and lead her to the guest bedroom. "Let me show you to your room." She doesn't argue as she follows me down the hallway. There are several doors here. One is for the guest room, the one across from it is my office, and the one in the center is my bedroom. Unlike other Confradia Assassins, I don't keep my weapons in a separate room. All of my weapons are in a secret compartment behind my headboard, which is secured by an encrypted security system. That was the only room I didn't let my mother decorate. I bought the furniture and installed the software myself. My mother definitely had a hand in decorating the guest room, though. The room is a bright blue color, with a large king-size bed, a white headboard, and a teal and gray comforter.

              Sophia steps into the room and moves towards the bed with a catlike grace, which makes my temperature heighten. I watch intently as she takes a seat on the bed and throws herself back with her arms stretched over her head. "Oh, this is so good." She says with a soft groan. Her dress strains against the mounds of her firm breasts and rises high over her thighs as she shifts comfortably over the bedspread.

              "Are you hungry?" I ask, trying to get my mind off how badly I want to crawl over her and kiss every part of her body.

              She rises from her stretch and shakes her head. "Not really. I just want a hot bath and some sleep right now." I nod in agreement and gesture to the én-suite doors. "The bathroom is right over there. There are toiletries and other bath things inside the linen closet." She nods her head and gestures to the bedroom door. "I should get my bags then."

              I shake my head as I make my way to the door. "Just go ahead and take a bath. I'll get the bags." Sophia waves a hand up with gratitude. "Thanks, Micah." Stepping out of the room, I head back to the elevators and walk to my car. Two minutes later, I'm back in my apartment with Sophia's satchel in one hand and her pink rolling bag in the other. My first mistake is that I didn't knock when I went into the room. I simply walked in, laid her bags on the bed, and nearly choked when I caught sight of her image from the bathroom mirror as she was stepping out of her dress. I couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view of her silken body, luscious breasts, and firm ass as she leaned down to turn on the water faucet. And I nearly swallowed my tongue when her hair spread down over her smooth back and slid sensuously over the stiff nubs of her nipples.

              Lust turns to empathy when she takes a seat on the edge of the tub and begins to sob. She looks lost and alone, and it makes me feel like hurting something. She was pretty brave earlier, whether she'd like to think so or not. Normal people don't usually have to deal with a gunfight in a gas station. And unless you've been in battle, having a gun aimed at your head or watching someone die can be very traumatizing. Unable to bear her pain any longer, I step into the bathroom and kneel before her. "Shh… it's okay, Soph." She sniffles a bit and straightens her spine with embarrassment. But her bravery is short-lived because she's suddenly sitting in my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck. My hand runs up and down her silky-smooth back, enjoying the feel of her skin and the comfort I am giving her.

 Keeping her sitting on my lap, I roll up my sleeves and reach over her shoulder to pour some bath salts into the rising bathwater. Sophia's tears subside, but she doesn't let me go. I know I should step out of the room and leave her alone, but it feels so good to hold her close. So Instead, I lift her into my arms, slide her into the rising water, and kneel down on the edge of the tub. She looks lost as she gazes at me from under her wet lashes. Her lips tremble slightly, and her chin quivers. "I thought that I was okay, and then I saw the water pouring… and…and it reminded me of all that blood." She says with a slight croak. She lifts her knees to her chest and rests her forehead on her knees with a bleak slump. Lifting her hair off her back, I push it to one side of her shoulder and lay a soft kiss on her temple. "It's okay to feel this way, Sophia. It means that you're a compassionate person. You should have never had to see something like that. You'll be okay, though. You're a very strong woman." Taking the sponge from the soap dish, I fill it up with soap and run it down her bareback. She sighs with relief and closes her eyes as I soap up her arms and legs.

              After a moment, she sits back and gazes into my eyes before she takes the sponge from me and slides her hand over my tattooed forearm. "You have tattoos?" She asks with fascination. Nodding my head, I slide my hand from under hers and lower the sleeves. It's not that I'm embarrassed by them. I'm just not ready to reveal the intimate nature of them.

              Sophia's eyes dim at my gesture, but she doesn't comment. Instead, she takes the sponge and whispers. "I'll finish bathing myself." I remain kneeling down with my elbows on the edge of the tub for another moment. I want to apologize, but I know that there is no point because there is no explanation that I can give her that wouldn't be too revealing.

              With a clenched jaw, I give her one last longing look and rise from the floor. "Your bags are on the bed, and my bedroom is the one with the red double doors in case there's anything you need," I say before I walk away. I need a drink!

Micah "Savage" St. Clair, is a deadly assassin who has never failed a mission. He's as lethal as he is gorgeous. His one Achilles heel is the one woman forbidden to him. The one temptation that his dark soul can't resist.
Sophia has only ever desired one man. The man who had broken her heart. Will Sophia and Micah ever find a way to make their love work? Or will their forbidden love break their worlds apart?

Blour? Mag glanced at the information displayed by the omniscient door, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.
"Is that Uncle Blour's voice?" Anna sat up with an elated look on her face.
Mag smiled and nodded as he said, "That's right, Blour's back. Why don't we go downstairs to greet them?"
"Yes!" Anna carefully emerged from under the blanket, and then tucked it around Amy before quickly putting on her little slippers and following Mag downstairs.
Mag switched on the light in the restaurant before quickly opening the doors.
Sally and Blour stood outside with the latter in female attire, and both of them were looking quite disheveled. Behind them stood close to 100 elves with their clothes in tatters. The autumn nights were quite cold, so many of the children among them were shivering.
Most of these elves were women and children, and they all appeared to be quite exhausted yet slightly fearful as they looked at Mag.
However, they then caught sight of the warm light in the restaurant, as well as the beautiful decor within the building, and their eyes lit up in unison. 
Mag couldn't help but falter slightly upon seeing this. For a split second, he had thought that he was looking at a group of refugees. In his heart, elves were all graceful beings that valued their cleanliness very highly; how had they been reduced to such a pitiful state?
Anna emerged from behind Mag, and she looked at the cross-dressing Blour with a hesitant expression as she asked, "U-Uncle Blour?"
"Anna… I… You see…" Blour leaned down and rubbed his hands together in a rather awkward manner as he looked back at Anna. He didn't think that his cross-dressing fetish was anything to be ashamed of, but he was still rather concerned that Anna would renounce him because of it, so he was scrambling for a way to explain himself.
Much to his surprise, Anna charged over and jumped into his arms before winding her little arms tightly around his neck.
Blour's mouth gaped open slightly as he stiffened on the spot, and only after a while did he slowly wrap his arms around Anna as a vibrant smile appeared on his face.
"I was afraid that you'd left just like Grandpa. I don't want you to go," Anna sobbed.
"I'm not going anywhere, so don't you worry." Blour patted Anna's back in a comforting manner.
After hugging Blour for a while, Anna let go and wiped away her tears before turning and throwing her arms around Sally.
"Don't cry, Anna." Sally wiped away the tears in Anna's eyes, and stroked her hair as a smile also appeared on her face.
"I'm glad you're back." Mag appraised the two of them with a smile, then turned to the elves behind them, and said, "From the looks of it, you've done something quite praiseworthy as well."
Blour looked into Mag's eyes with a beseeching expression, and said, "Boss Mag, I have a request; can you please cook a meal for all of my brethren here? They haven't eaten for two whole days, and they've walked all the way here. I'll pay for all of their meals."
Sally was also looking at Mag with an expectant look in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but swallowed her words in the end.
Mamy Restaurant was a high-end restaurant. It was always kept pristine and tidy, yet these elves had been locked up in underground cellars for a long time, so they were all quite dirty and, quite frankly, rather smelly. They had been concerned that they'd encounter other mercenary squads that would hunt them down in the past two days, so they had been traveling without rest, thereby affording them no time to wash. As such, it would be very understandable if Mag were to turn down this request.
Anna looked at all of these elves, and tears began to well up in her eyes again. She didn't know any of them, but she had already guessed that they had to have been captured by those abhorrent demons, while Blour and Sally were the ones who had saved them.
Looking at them evoked within her memories of her grandfather. Only then did she understand why her grandfather refused to allow her to be captured even at the expense of his life, and she turned around to look at Mag with tears swimming in her eyes.
Mag looked at the elven children with a sympathetic expression on his face. He couldn't see any noticeable wounds on their bodies, but the inferiority and fear in their eyes tugged directly at his heartstrings. What kind of torture had these children endured to become like this? Those demons really did deserve to die!
"Come in, I'll cook for all of you." Mag stepped aside with a gentle smile on his face, leaving the entrance open to everyone.
Blour extended a deep bow toward Mag as he said in a solemn voice, "Thank you."
"Thank you, Boss." Sally also nodded as she expressed her gratitude.
"Uncle Mag is the best!" Anna looked up at Mag. Tears swirled in her eyes, but she forced them back in the end.
The elves entered the restaurant; due to limited number of seats, many of the elves could only stand. Some of the children managed to share a chair in twos, while others carefully sat on the ground.
The pleasant warmth in the restaurant made the elves a lot more relaxed, and they began to inspect their surroundings with curiosity in their eyes. The beautiful decor, the warm chandeliers, the intricate wall art… Everything was so surreal in their eyes after that nightmarish ordeal.
Even though they were feeling slightly more relaxed, the elves were still extremely subdued and self-conscious. Even the elves who were sitting the ground were kneeling as they did so, not wanting to dirty the floor with their shoes or take up any extra space.
Mag went upstairs before quickly returning. He looked at Sally with a smile, and said, "Go and take a bath, Aisha. I've prepared a set of clothes for you in the bathroom."
Sally wanted to refuse as she shook her head. "I'm fine—" 
However, Mag cut her off as he continued, "With so many customers, I need your help. In your current state, I can't allow you to serve food in the restaurant."
Sally looked at her bloodstained clothes and nodded before quickly heading upstairs.
"Boss Mag, do you need a hand from me?" Blour asked.
Mag shook his head with a smile as he replied, "You can take a seat. I'd never ask for help from one of my customers."
"Is Big Sister Aisha back?" Babla had heard what was going on downstairs, and she looked at all of the elves in the restaurant with a surprised look on her face.
"That's right." Mag nodded as he turned to Babla with a smile, and said, "I'll be requiring your help as well."
Soon, one cup of water after another flew out of the kitchen before landing in front of the elves with unerring accuracy. The water in the cups didn't even ripple in the slightest in the process, and all of the elves could only look on with astonishment and admiration in their eyes.
After taking a bath, Sally came downstairs in a floral qipao, and her dazzling beauty stunned all of the elves present even further.
Inside the kitchen, all of the stoves had been switched on, and Mag was cooking multiple dishes like a master chef. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, several portions of Yangzhou fried rice were ready; the rate at which Mag was cooking was simply phenomenal.
"These dishes are ready to be served," Mag said as he cleaned his pot, while Babla stared at the 20 portions of Yangzhou fried rice on the counter with her mouth gaping in shock.
That was so fast! It took Babla a while to collect herself before she returned to her senses, and she pointed a finger at the portions of Yangzhou fried rice, sending them flying out of the kitchen toward the elves waiting outside.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

Cera walked into the lobby of Park Industries at 8 am sharp with her laptop case strapped around her right shoulder. The interior of the lobby was a beautiful sight. The Marble fireplace off to the right, and then the floor to ceiling windows along both sides of the entrance doors.  Large gray tiles on the wall behind the receptionist's desk with 3D white letters, "Park Industries". The desk itself was another whole thing of beauty in itself. The dark cherry wood, and the white marble top that matched the fireplace. She made her way to the desk and looked at the lady behind it. "Miss, how may I help you?" the lady looked at Cera with a bright smile.

Cera looked at the lady's name tag, "Mrs. Jin, I am here to see MinYue for a job interview."

Mrs. Jin's eyes widened as she heard the young lady say "MinYue" instead of "CEO Park." Never in her whole career here had anyone called their big boss man by his first name! She coughed slightly, "Miss, let me call up to CEO Park's floor. Please sit over by the waiting area." She then pointed to the seating over by the fireplace. Cera nodded, and turned to make her way to the closest chair. She sat down, and pulled at her navy blue skirt making sure that it wouldn't get wrinkled. She decided to go with blue instead of black this morning. She didn't want to wear black and white on her first day. Since it would match her hair to much, and she was afraid that she would be to monochromatic. She then made sure all the buttons on her blouse were neat and in place before looking up at Mrs. Jin, who was now on the phone. Mrs. Jin noticed Cera smiling at her, so she returned the smile as she was listening to the male voice on the other end of the phone. She then said goodbye to the man, hung up the phone, and waved Cera back over.

"Miss, CEO Park will see you now. Do you need assistance getting to the elevator?" Mrs. Jin asked as she handed Cera a pass.

"No, I should be good. What floor?"

"His office is on the 8th floor. Head down this corridor and the elevators should be to your left." Mrs. Jin instructed as she pointed to the hallway behind the wall with the fireplace. 

"Thank you, My name is Cera Lu. It will be a pleasure working with you from now on!" Cera introduced herself confidently and then turned to head in the direction Mrs. Jin just told her. 

Mrs. Jin was shocked at the young girls confidence. She has never had someone who was coming in for an interview announce that she would enjoy working with her. 'Did this girl already know she would have a position? Why did she call it an interview then?' she questioned to herself as she spun herself in her chair back towards the phone that has started to ring. 

Cera found the elevators quite easily. She pressed the button to call the elevator and then proceeded to look around. Even the space by the elevators looked extravagant. 'This whole building is beautiful!' She slightly jumped when the elevator made a ding sound to notify the person who called it that it was approaching the floor. She chuckled at herself for zoning out at the decor, and then entered the elevator, and pressed the 8 on the number selection panel. There wasn't to many other people at the moment because it was after work had already started for the day.

MinYue Park spent his teens and twenties in Ahmeri studying and running Park Industries, one of the many companies his father Ming-Fa owned. 

He tried dating in the past, but no one caught his eye. Now that he is twenty-eight years old his father is pushing him to marry. 

How can he marry when he hasn't even met the woman he wants to give his world to?

At His brother and sister-in-law's gender reveal themed baby shower he steps to the side to enjoy his alone time, but his father has other plans. Ming-Fa brings over his two friends to talk business, when suddenly the man named Leo Lu points out his daughter.

When MinYue locks eyes with the girl, her pale blues grab his attention, and he feels something in his chest that he had never felt before. He finally found the one.

---

Cera Lu (21) wasn't much for social gatherings, but since her mother insisted that she make an appearance from time to time to help with her modeling career, she finds herself at a baby shower for the eldest son of the Park family and his wife.

The first thing she does is find her best friend May Lin. They chat for a bit, when suddenly she feels something telling her to turn around and look up at the second level of the ballroom.

Sure enough her father Leo is pointing her out.

Like Heinesia had said, no one went out of their way to make trouble for a fellow adventurer unless they were provoked. The adventurers in this city were kept in check by each other, so infighting rarely occurred as long as everyone kept by the rules. Of course it was still scary to leave with danger-filled eyes on him, but he knew he had to get used to it.

Only when he had avoided a stretched out feet from a clear troublemaker that he was able to get to the door. When he had finally left, he could hear the silence from earlier returning to normal inside. White heaved a sigh of relief as if he had passed a very difficult stage. It wasn't as if he was there to make friends, but it was definitely stressful to travel alone without a companion.

He suddenly thought about Shinri again, but realized that there he had revealed moments of weakness again. White shook his head and took in a huge breath.

He was going to be better than this.

Without delay, White quickly headed to the city gate again to meet with the soldier before the day ended.

When he saw the young man, he put his spear down to one side.

"So you're registered?" He took a look at the bronze card and nodded.

"Yes, I'm here to return this to you."

After keeping the leather tag back into his pocket, the soldier curtly replied:

"I see. Then here, I'll return it."

When White received the silver coin, he appeared confused. The soldier explained shortly after, "Adventurers are exempt from the tolls."

So this was what Heinesia meant by an adventurer's perks.

"T-Thank you!"

The soldier snorted and turned his head away. After receiving the money back from entering the city, White bowed and left.

... ... 

(What should I do now?)

He had learnt a whole lot today, and it felt like he shouldn't push himself too much.

"...I should find some place to stay."

Taking out the map, White navigated around the inner district and found the inn recommended by Shinri. 

The exterior of the inn looked like a simple bistro, but the flowers and potted plants besides the flight of brick steps to the entrance gave a very welcoming mood to foreigners who simply wanted to have a brief, relaxed stay in the city. 

Having decided to stay here, White pushed open the glassy double doors and entered the premises. 

Clink. Clink. The doorbells chimed melodiously.

Flashy yellow lights greeted him, illuminated the wood flooring and walls around. Inside the inn was decor with furniture of a classy pub. There were not many people around as he had expected, although there were a few well-dressed adults partaking in some colorful-looking drinks. They had turned to look at him when he had entered, but quickly took their eyes away after realizing that it wasn't anybody important.

White thought that it was nice for things to be inconspicuous like this. He enjoyed the ambience while standing for a few seconds before peering deeper inside.

In the center of the inn was a long marble table curved in a semicircle like those in a sushi restaurant, forming the counter. A female receptionist dressed like a lobby staff in a hotel was stationed there. He felt a little out of place with his get-up, but still mustered up enough courage to come to the counter.

"Welcome to the Dancing Pavilion! How may I help you?"

Although she had been fairly suspicious if the young man was a customer or not, the receptionist still greeted him with a business-like smile. She had blonde hair tied with a ponytail beneath a black-laced ribbon.

When she saw the youth's face obscured behind the hood, the woman widened her eyes and her cheeks became slightly rosy a moment after. It seems that she had straightened her back promptly as well, as if to give off a better impression to the young man.

But because he was used to it, White did not think deeply about why this keeps happening to him during his first encounters with people. But he was honestly glad that she was someone easy to talk to, and that lessened his nervousness from interacting with strangers. It gave him motivation to put in some effort to cure his social anxiety too.

White decided to be straightforward with his intentions as he lacked the ability to chalk up to formalities.

"...T-... To stay, please. ...What are the lodging rates?"

The receptionist raised an eyebrow as she glanced behind him, probably noticing the lack of luggage. But she still aptly followed.

"Yes, the lodging rates are 20 coppers a day, meals would be charged an additional 10."

After thinking for a while, White took out a silver coin from the pouch and placed it on the counter.

"...Then I'll stay uhm... one night here. ...Ah, without the meals, for now."

He thought that 'hotel food' was probably going to be more expensive than local diners, thus he decided to look around a bit more before making his choice. After all, he wasn't going to stay here for extended periods of time either. White was simply looking for temporary lodging at the moment.

At the moment when the coin was slid over with his finger, the receptionist had brushed hers past them, causing White to flinch.

The receptionist seemed to have caught notice of his reaction, and giggled cutely.

"I have certainly received one silver coin. Please hold on." The inn receptionist responded with a flirtatious smile.

Was that intentional? His heart rate had risen because of that.

(Yeah, I must have been overly conscious of her.)

After writing some numbers on a piece of paper, she withdrew 20 copper coins and a key from the drawer at the bottom of the table.

"Then that would be 30 copper coins change. Here is the change and the key, please return the key in the morning when you check out okay?"

"Thank you..."

It seems that 1 silver = 50 copper. He would have to experiment with a gold coin next to see if the denominators held the same in this country.

As he took them from the counter, White thought of something and opened his mouth shamelessly to ask, "By the way, ... do you uhm, know of any good place to eat around here?"

"Hmm, I guess a good place would be the Yunosu Diner from across this street. I've been there a few times already, and they have a good variety of cuisines for a reasonable price."

He was expecting to get turned down, but the receptionist had surprisingly replied him.

(Yunosu Diner...)

White didn't hear of Shinri mentioning a place like this, so it must have opened fairly recently? No, he was just assuming that she knew everything now. Perhaps it was fine to take a look at it tomorrow.

As if the woman had suddenly recalled something, she nervously turned her head towards another person stationed at another counter to the far right. White had not noticed that person at all at first. 

"But if you're looking for good liquor or a nice place to relax, you can just come to the bar here for your meal."

Now that she had exchanged a glance with him, he could see a serious-looking, white-haired elderly wiping a wine glass with a cloth. He appears to be someone like a bartender in this inn, and was dressed with an aloof demeanor that implied that he quite a bit of experience catering for rich people. Since their conversation had caught his attention, the receptionist had slipped in a recommendation as she didn't want to be accused of not doing her job. Deciding not to make things hard for her, White nodded and replied.

"T-Thanks, I'll think about it."

"No problem!"

Smiling as if she'd appreciated his follow-up, the blonde-hair bowed and gestured to a flight of stairs at the side.

"Your room is a single-bed room on the second level. Take a left turn at the stairs and it should be your room at the end."

"...Also... if you need room service... call me."

(...!!!)

After escaping from her hands touching the side of his flushed face, White retreated upstairs with quick steps.

He was unable to withstand temptation. After all, he was a virgin, he didn't know if he was being teased or not. The time with Shinri had already made him paranoid of being blue-balled. He was also not confident with areas relating to romance.

"...Phew..."

He had unconsciously heaved a sigh of relief because of the bubbling tension earlier.

Arriving at the doorstep of his assigned room, White unlocked the door with the key and stepped inside after closing it after him.

The room was larger than his apartment, but the furnishing was simple such that there was not much to look at. A full-sized bed was positioned at the center of the room with a dressing table right beside it and a windowsill which leads to a window right above. There was also a wardrobe which he could hang his clothes in, and a bathroom next to that wall.

He first took a bath, and surprisingly it wasn't that much different from a normal bath on Earth. The only difference was that the faucet had been replaced with an automatic capability that would operate once he injected his 'intention to use' into it. Apparently this was an item that was powered by monster cores, and it had been invented by one of the heroes in the past. He had also put all his dirty laundry into a core-powered washing machine too.

White had almost fell asleep in it because of how comfortable it felt, but he eventually got out of it and wore the clothes provided by the inn inside the bathroom. The feeling of clean clothes was really comfortable. He also noticed that there was something like a receiver, or a dialpad on a coffee table at the corner.

(A hotel line?)

Was this the way guests could call room service like the receptionist had said? 

(...No no no no...)

He quickly shook off the lewd thoughts forming in his head.

In any case if he looked at it from a clearer perspective, everything so far felt like an experience in a two-star hotel to him. Was this what the hero who came from Earth had envisioned with their 'inventions'?

White didn't pursue such a tedious topic any further. He thought that everything was fine as long as it was comfortable.

Now that he had found some time alone, White began to reflect on the happenings for today. He plopped himself onto the bed wearily and looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

He thought that he had persisted for long enough, and he could finally enjoy the soft comfort of a proper bed. The silky texture of the bed sheets began to draw out his accumulated fatigue from his body, and slowly he began to close his heavy eyelids. It didn't take long for White to fall asleep within a few minutes.

White finally leaves his irreparable past behind when transported to another world. Using this second chance he decides to live his second life quietly, but things never go according to plan.

With his precocious affinity with the opposite gender, White becomes entangled in the company of interested women around him. But he soon finds out that behind those innocent, smiling masks, are wild, perverse obsessions beyond his imagination, leading him to a never-ending waltz with these deadly girls.

Will he survive, or will their love be the ones that do in the end? With the world of fantasy as the center stage, the game of fanatical love begins.

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