"Nigger. You don't like me?"
Winia, with her head on my shoulder, has been speaking in a trembling voice. The anxiety contained in the tone represented her feelings. Winia is afraid of being rejected by me now.
"... I'm asking you seriously. I won't be angry. Answer me."
That was also evident in his actions. I held my neck almost suffocated with the strength of the bull, and openly rubbed my chest. It is tempting even with the body.
As I kept my mouth shut, the symptoms became even worse.
... when I thought coldly, it was strange to like a hyper-checker like me. Do I have a rat horn? Believe it or not, it's a big height and a good body. And he was nothing but a handsome face.
What is it? Is that all, actually?
Is that why?
"I don't like it. I told you before, I don't like it."
Yeah, I don't hate it.
I don't know. I have an idea that I just want it to go away, and I'm sorry I couldn't comfort you more deeply. I've said it a few times, but I have nothing but Claudie. Winia cannot fulfill what she wants.
"Then why do you keep subtracting? She's fine. So you're not okay? Nigga, please. I'm forcing a fucking reference. Just... just once. That..."
"I told you I already have a girlfriend. Whatever Claudie says, I can't do it. That's not okay with me."
Winia said, annoying. But I didn't let go of the arm around my neck. Rather, I went to prison strong enough to suffocate.
"... I don't fucking like it. What's the first time? He says everything's fine now, but he's just a nigger. Don't you think?"
Oh, that's it.
It's dangerous.
Rear naked choke.
It is under threat of life.
You were going to kill me like this.
"... clay. I'm sorry, Winia."
"Son of a bitch... I'll go first... I'll go first... I'll go back in time..."
Anyway, I felt like I was going after this, so I tapped Winia's back slowly to calm her down. She appealed to me. But I can't help it. Even if Claudie pushes her back, I don't intend to.
"Suddenly that woman showed up...!"
"Don't call her that."
"In the meantime, you're covering me up as a lover?"
"Yes."
Winia pushed me away.
With sharp soaring eyes, there were tears that did not match. Red face. Bloom, tears poured down Winia's eyes. Tears fell to her chest as she rode down the ball.
Winia looked at me for a while.
However, I couldn't see his eyes properly because I was so concerned about the tears that were pouring down my chest bone that I was trying to make a pool.
"Don't cry. Winia. I don't hate you. Just... just, uh, a little bit. I don't want you to be sad about me. What am I supposed to do?"
"... if you do, don't say it."
I couldn't leave Winia to cry all the time. I immediately took the chair nearby and sat it down. If I had a handkerchief, I would have asked you to untie my nose, but I don't have it. My heart hurts.
"Sit next to the nigger."
Winia knocks next to herself. I just sat next to him because I didn't know why I was standing. I was bowing my head with my arms up because I was so fucking guilty. "Hands." Winia said in a small voice.
Winia grabbed my hand as she unfolded her arm.
"... nigga."
"Why."
"I know you're a real dick."
She walks through the slit with my fist forced open. Hands were small, but the grip was formidable. Honestly, if you wrestle your finger right now, you won't last three seconds and you were ready to lose.
"This is frustrating."
"... if you stop talking, I'll kill you."
"Yes."
Suddenly, his fingers almost burst out with a tight grip. I replied calmly. There's nothing you can't do to listen to the story.
"I don't think our nigger talks very well. Listen to what you have to say. That nigger's a real dick, and he's like a fucking dog, and I love it."
What an example, you bitch.
"So even if the nigger drops now, I just want to draw it. You're a fucking asshole who looks like that, nigger."
"No, no, don't talk so hard..."
"It's been less than a minute since I told you not to hang up?"
"..."
He shoots cold and shoots my hand.
"Do you need her permission?"
"... even with your permission. I can't."
"Yeah, it's all good, but it's not just niggers. Then I'll ask you again. Nigger, look at my face."
I turned my head to the side and saw Winia's face. Pink hair and distinctive sharp eyes. The red-eyed man seemed to burn in anger, and the red-eyed face only appealed to me.
I think she's pretty. I was also aware that my breasts were so big, at least because of this extenuating circumstance that I've been harassed ever since...
"You don't like me, nigger? Or do you like it?"
"That dichotomy, like black and white logic, is a theme that penetrates human history itself..."
"Shut up."
Is it impossible to get out of this bullshit!
"I don't like it, do you like it? Just cut one of the two and say it."
"..."
"Nigga...! You son of a bitch! Can't you see I'm fucking with you? Don't float, just say it! Or don't you even like telling me that? Huh? You don't like it! Answer me quickly before you fucking kill me!"
"Argh!!!"
Winia, who burst into rage, began to twist my wrist.
This is how my wrist is crushed!!! I quickly organized my thoughts about Winia. It is a situation in which life itself is caught. If you want to survive here, you have to give Winia a pleasant answer!
But it is.
But will that be it?
Was the man Kim Kott a man so modest as to answer falsely to the rest of the women who had not won the pain who came to confess their hearts so fervently?
It is not.
I'm no longer the old hyper-checking Kim Kat.
It's changed.
It literally turned out to be a jerk.
I acquired "Strength".
Winia was the first person to mess up my life in this world.
After I accidentally became a Class F adventurer and suffered, Winia used to pour out all kinds of harassment every time she saw me. Physical abuse, mental harassment. Monetary damage. Defamation of dignity... To be enumerated, it will be as endless as my military life.
Even that period has been at least 1,2 years.
The same was true of class E. Fortunately, Winia had gone a long way in the middle, so there was no harassment in the meantime, but when she defeated Winia and Cockatrice who came back and became a holiday porter, she was just frightened.
It is.
I hated it then.
But not now.
No, it's good. If you share your mind with one of them, 'good' is the right answer.
I remember her tenderness.
I remember the shape of my bust.
If so, is it okay to say yes?
Like and dislike between men and women meant almost anything like that. Can I kindle a fire in Winia's heart like a reed by saying it's okay? So is it right to say no to whining?
"... I like it."
Concerns were not long.
I said exactly what I felt. That's the man, Gimcott. No matter what the circumstances, no matter what fate is given, I do not tell lies in my heart. If I distinguished Winia as either good or bad, my answer was' good '.
"..."
I glanced at Winia with a strong grip. Breaking my metacarpal bone meant I had to stop. Winia lowers her head, unable to bear my gaze.
"... then can you kiss me?"
And he said it out loud.
"That's not possible."
"Fucking dog."
You can't do that. Winia, who threw out my hand, stood up and looked at me in disgrace.
"A real fucking dog."
"..."
It was literally an eye for murder. If the laser came out of my eyes, I might not have just died. Combined with Winia's unique sharp-eyed eyes, the gaze was so devastating.
"Come along, nigger."
"Hmm?"
Then he said that.
"Have you eaten your ears? Follow me?"
"..."
I stood up to her with the voice that seemed to be trying to kill me right now. Winia's tears have long since stopped.
"Today is my bruise."
"What? A bruise?"
Returning to her usual appearance, she was extremely Winnian.
"If you don't follow me, I'm gonna lose my fucking necklace, so why don't you just come over? You don't even have her, but you think I'll take care of her? If you don't want to search the nigger, just do as I say."
"... yes."
Fuck you, man.
"Hands."
Winia looks at me with a look like she's looking at the garbage and reaches out her hand. It's called bruising, so it's like giving out your hand like a dog.
Well, this is fate, too.
If we can finish this much, we have to accept it.
I held hands with Winia. As if she were walking me, she began to hold my hand and drag me around. The neckline wasn't empty...
"You want to eat nigger food?"
"I'm a little hungry."
"The answer is united by bruises."
What is it?
Did I hear something wrong?
"Yes?"
"Angry?"
"... bruises."
He reluctantly replied that he was bruised, and Winia smiled as if he was feeling better. I think I've seen a few real exhaust psychos in my life, but Winia was a real chewer, which is called the One Towers.
Liking me didn't mean that her psychotic temperament was gone. Winia was always Winia.
"If it's good, give it a try. If you don't like it, you bark twice. By the way, if you bark twice, I'll tear you apart, so think about it and answer it. Now, let's do it again. Bruises."
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
"... bruises."
"Hahahaha!!"
Winia's ominous laughter echoes.
The only place she dragged me was at a diner on the street that seemed luxurious. No, I didn't think I should call it a diner. It was too sophisticated to be so stubborn.
As soon as I lift my foot, a hyper-checker like me will become powder.
Winia, who took the two-seater, sat me down and sat on my opposite side. The chair is fluffy. I looked around, and I saw the wizards and the people in nice armor eating. No, I didn't think I should say I was eating.
It was a meal.
Winia, who was puzzled by me--
"What do you want, nigger? I have some dog food here. Do you want to do that?"
- I was flirting with those frightening words.
I was caught in fear.
It was obvious to me that Winia would feed it and even eat it.
"Why don't you answer?"
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right. Without knowing that she was patient, she began to knock the table severely with her fingers. It seemed like a death sentence, so I decided to give up and answer.
"Bruises."
"Oh? Really? Are you going to eat a real nigger son of a bitch? Ahhh! Ahhh! All right. My nigger wants to eat, and I'll feed him! Here."
Winia, who called the clerk, ordered a two-course menu.
... it's not dog food?
"I'm kidding. How could you feed a nigger like that? Ka-hat, you look so cute. Why is our nigger so cute? Because you're an asshole?"
"..."
In that hellish hour, a meal came out. It was a greasy menu that could not be found without carbohydrates. A man named me was pathetically appeased in this situation. I smelled fascinating and had a stink in my mouth.
"Wait, nigger."
"Bruises."
"Now eat."
It was a truly humiliating meal.
I wept in my heart and tore the meat. I ate it in tears because it was so delicious.
Heh heh heh heh. Single bundle. Winia, who watched me eat with her chin twisted with both hands, seemed delighted without further ado. When I saw that I was happy with the dog, I thought it would fly away, but Winia was originally this bitch.
Damn it...