Chapter 13: <14+>

WARNING: SWEAR WORDS AND MATURE SUBJECTS.

N/A:

I'd recommend that you continue, if you are 14+, as I believe education about the reproduction process, starts around that age.

If you are not 14, but still want to read it, you are free to.

However, if you were to feel uncomfortable, please do look forward to my warnings in the future.

MUCHHH LOVEEE.

But, for you smut lovers, this might be a pebble in your alley.

P.S, I know this update took a lot of time :C

I will try and do better.

I can't do promises though :C

Yeah...

Long story short, I basically got my ass whipped by mother, and then woke up this morning like nothing bizarre had happened at all; everything went back to normal: the sun rising and lowering like the small horses on a merry-go-round.

Letting out a soft sigh, I ruffled the sheets, turning my laying body towards the door; silently watching the small bamboo leaves dancing in the breeze. Fuzzy streaks of golden sunlight flowed into the branched creases of it's non-existent river.

The dull green trunks of the bamboo repeatedly rocked back and forth in large strokes, and seemed to try to threaten the guarding clay wall, by forcibly contorting as if it was rubber.

The clay wall stood still, seemingly paying no heed to it's mock, nor crumbling the slightest under it's pressure; letting time pass on. Obediently sitting, guarding the family of three in it's blanketed core.

Like always, the world still rotates...

Well... If this is a planet.

Hey, flat-earthers, it's your time to shine :)

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Now that I think of it...

Everything that happened yesterday, was far too abnormal.

I wrinkled my face with a small frown;

I thought about it a few hours ago when I first woke up, and honestly, it does creep me out.

Likes hands?

C' mon, I'm mentally a 40 year old woman.

Alright? I've never lacked...

Forget it-

Since, I'll probably have to find out who Neo's father is first, before I can even think about getting into a relationship.

Not to mention, I doubt that anyone would want to marry a woman, with a kid.

But.

But, I'm not guaranteeing that I won't in the future~

I mean, I had a lot of men drooling over me in the older days.

I shifted my view to the wooden cabinet, and nonchalantly admired the tanned ginseng on top of it. Without saying a word, I lifted myself out of bed, and grabbed it into my hands; letting the smooth surface rub against the rough flesh of my palm--

The skin that had been sanded tough, by summer's bittersweet temptation of tinkling copper; luring those to sacrifice their salty, hot sweat, under the gaze of the blazing sun, into the muddy fields of rice.

"Should I sell you?" I whispered, gazing onto it's detail-oriented legs.

Mother's illness...

What happened two days ago, aggravated it to worsen.

It's the simplest way to say it, and it isn't anything less.

Sounds simple eh?

We ended up calling a doctor...

But... I... Dearly... Regret...

... I never should have called for them.

I felt the rims of my eyes sting, and my throat started to dry up like crackling firewood.

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"... You should probably prepare a funeral soon..."

The hostility in his voice rang into my ears, belittling me.

Whether it was because of my background. Whether it was because through his eyes, I seemed to be a waste of space; a disgraceful slut, who had a child before being married, or because I was... Just not what he'd call successful, I couldn't care less.

Whichever it was, it didn't matter.

It never did.

I looked at his snake-like arms, almost sending daggers along his vital points; the rusted sovereign blade pleading for misting blood.

I wanted to hurt him.

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I tried to think rationally, yet my fist curled up in irritation.

Maybe it was due to hormones.

Maybe it was because he had looked at me like that before.

I wouldn't know.

But before I could apprehend, I saw my arm fly; turning into a sharp, fast blur-- stopping midair for a short second, just long enough for me to see it admiringly.

Then, like a free, soaring red robin, it crashed upon the side of the man's face, and with a startling crack, my knuckles met his cheekbones; swallowing into his sunken cheeks.

Perhaps I had used too much strength, as he was, frighteningly propelled through mother's, bamboo sliding door, and out to the middle of the courtyard; with a petrifying force.

The man's twitching fingers screamed for aid, while a pair of bland, brown eyes dimmed it's life force; the muffled whispers of mercy, turned mute under the frothy white clouds of quietus.

With a daunting contempt, the dreary eyes dropped in uninterest, as they looked away from the sloven body; no longer with a piercing anger in it's depth.

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I felt mother's widened eyes eventually latch onto my head, as she realized what I had done; her frail fingers started to squeeze mine in a bothered, and rebuking manner. Her refined, alluring voice swelled dry as she difficultly squeezed out in an unprecedented fear; "dear... You just..."

"Sorry." I replied.

"I'm petty." I turned my head, and returned her dumbfounded expression with a light-hearted smile.

For a slight second, the corner of my lip curled up; but as soon as I realized, it fell flat.

Darn.

That felt nice.

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Funny enough, I actually looked at the ginseng, as if I expected it to come to life, and explicitly tell me an answer; "no, don't sell me'", or maybe, "yes, sell me."

"Sell me master~"

Although I knew, my eyes became stuck to the root; inseparable, and truthfully, held a trace of unwillingness.

I knew it was valuable, and could definitely fetch a good price, but a small throb in my gut, told me not to; telling me, that the ginseng's value was far more rare, than a few silver coins.

It was a ginseng.

That was all it was.

Perhaps I had grabbed on the slight hope, that it would turn into an immortal spirit, and destroy whatever ravaged in mother's body; or maybe even... Help Neo form some opportunities, so he wouldn't have to live here.

How likely is that though?

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Actually...

Well, I probably shouldn't have hurt the doctor-guy, since he'll probably get revenge, sooner or later.

I might have to move out of this area, and go to another city.

Otherwise, I even might be executed , accused with some crime I never committed.

The lovely life of a commoner.

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Honestly, I just added to my list of problems.

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I wished that mother would get better...

Chuckles.

I'd even sacrifice myself.

Literally, anything-

"Oh, really?"

"Anything?"

"Would you even warm my bed?" A low, deep voice asked, in a mild joking manner.

I-

"Hilarious. SugarPlumm, would you be willing to warm my bed?" A crystal-like voice responded, with no hint of hesitation.

Huh?

Wait-

"As long it's for you wifey."

The two voices started to chatter, on and on; talking about simple subjects like radishes, before quickly escalating to names which I've never heard of, more or less, could even pronounce.

But, as I continued to observe, and squeeze myself in, the small distinctive accents in their conversation seemed oddly familiar; and as I shuffled into my brain, I somewhat linked it to the two, god-like strangers;

I mean, what the hell is the Fountain of... Lorsque...?

OH.

Isn't that the fountain mentioned from last time?

... So... Little ginseng's projecting this into my brain again?

Hm, it does seem pretty valuable.

But, of course, I wasn't sure.

After all, I only heard it once, and once it ended, everything became hazy; like a dream.

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"PFT. Keep talking like a rabbit, and I'll turn you into one."

"Oh darling. I had to go fetch you from the mortal world, and go through your funny, little games, until you finally agreed to marry me. It wouldn't even make a difference; you've already turned me into a rabbit, and probably something even worse." The male voice replied, with what seemed to be a smirk afterwards.

"... You want to be a carrot then?"

"If you'll be the rabbit."

"You... Yu Shin Zi... Are you stupid?"

"That what they all say."

"Why'd you even-" the female voice was put to an abrupt stop, as a small smooching sound played instead, and only continued for a good two minutes.

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I'm...

I'm not even going to say anything...

It can't even get worse than this, so-

"Stop. Not here."

"Shhh... Listen here, my dear wife."

"Anywhere could be a playground..."

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I...

I...

I...

"Wait-"

"Nope."

"Slower...!"

But, to my... Dismay-...Luck, the sound became quieter, and quieter, before it finally stopped.

Ah... Aha...

"You little root."

"I was feeling pretty bad, and I didn't want to sell you."

"Y' know what?"

"I'm planning to start a business, not become a cultivator."

"Even if you're a heavenly... Porn distributor... I won't falter."

I smiled at the root, while a dark expression slowly veiled my eyes.

"I'm going to sell you, once I get better."

"With no hesitation."

:)