Slime boss (P.2) – Chapter 9

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"....ugh…."

"....."

Hearing a slight muffled sound, I slowly opened my eyes and realized the current situation I was in.

The first sight that greeted me was the face of the boy who had been residing here. His muscular frame, devoid of restraint, and those eyes, lost in a haze of delusion, were etched into my memory.

"..."

Yesterday, a lot of stuff happened between me and Sora. 

And I can't lie to myself when I think that I'm still scared of him…. And what happened when I was first summoned to this land.

Even right now, as I steal glances at his sleeping face, I can't help but feel my hands shiver in fear when the thought of him forcing himself on me happens again.

His powerful physique, untamed and unrestrained, coupled with eyes that seemed lost in a labyrinth of delusions, refusing to grasp reality, haunts me.

"....."

I hated it… I wanted to leave…. I wanted to head back….

But at the same time…. I thought that staying here would be much better….

Because, even when I was back home, I was a burden to not only everyone, but to my parents as well.

My father doesn't think of me as his daughter because of my pink hair, despite doing a DNA test. He accused my mother of cheating, which in the end resulted in them constantly fighting.

Even when I was in school, I thought everything would become much quieter if I didn't bother anyone…. 

But I was wrong...

Everyone either ignored me or straight up made fun of my unusual hair color. 

Even the teachers kept telling me to dye my hair back to its normal color every single day…

Going to school for me was the same kind of nightmare as hearing the constant yellings of my parents. None of whom showed any sort of attention to me other than hatred.

"Because of your stupid hair, I've been accused of being unfaithful. Isn't that enough to make me suffer? Go away already!"

Those were the words my mother said when I asked her if she wanted to spend some time with me on my birthday.

"....Stupid little shit. Just who am I to raise someone else's kid? Ha…. I should've expected that from a whore like her… She was, after all, quite social with boys who claimed they were simply friends to her...."

Those were the words my father would mutter to himself as he drank alcohol the whole time.

My home, which was supposed to be a safe place for me, was now just another place where I was constantly reminded of the hate and loneliness I felt.

'That's right…. Maybe being brought here was my punishment for wishing for a different kind of life…'

However, as I got used to this place while exploring the mansion that seemed to have all sorts of stuff, I began feeling more relaxed than I should've.

I tried my best to avoid Sora. However, no matter what I did, trying to avoid a person in the same place was almost unavoidable.

I did want to ask him more questions about this whole place and how it came to be. But the thought of approaching him still made my legs tremble every time I glanced at him.

My breath would be taken away, and my heart would beat very fast in anxiety.

He did promise me not to harm me anymore, but the scar that I had in my body never left….

It was almost as If I could still feel his hot thing inside me.

As I went back to my memories that brought me to this point, I got out of bed quietly and left the room.