《Owning a cute little pet》I'm going to Japan
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Once again, my mind slipped and I barely noticed how Jill was furiously slapping the miserable young man’s defenseless face until it was swollen.
The next thing I remembered was that I was laying in my own bed, staring at the familiar white ceiling I saw every morning. My body hurt as hell though it wasn’t as bad as it was the last time I was conscious.
From the way my body felt I could tell that it was tightly wrapped with many, many layers of bandages keeping my body together. This time I really did overdo it.
I should have thought for just a moment before attacking a healthy young man with my frail, crippled body, maybe I wouldn’t have ended up in this miserable state then. That’s not true though. I knew it good enough, even if I had known that I would end up like this, I would have still punched him with all I got.
He really just sickened me.
How can a person be so morally depraved? I can understand enjoying your fucked-up fetishes, doing some really crazy plays and even the masochists who get off on pain. What I really can’t understand are evil sadists.
These are not people who like to see other people in pain. Evil sadists are the type of people who want to just harm others. Harm them as much as they can, if possible with the most long-lasting effects.
They disgusted me.
I silently stared at the ceiling above me and pondered about the many kinds of people there were and also just what kind of person I myself was.
The door suddenly opened and a small head with black hair took a look inside. Shiina looked around the room, believing that I was still unconscious. She entered the room as silently as she could and came to my bed.
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“Hi.”, I said with a small smile. My expression was slightly strained due to the pain I felt every time I moved a muscle.
“Hi…”, she replied with a forced smile. She held her arm and awkwardly stared at me.
“Everything ok?”, I asked. It was a ridiculous question. Of course, nothing was ok, and both of us knew that it wasn’t.
Despite that Shiina nodded.
“Nn”, it was that small, cute sound I hadn’t heard in a while. I had to grin.
“Come here.”, I struggled to lift my hand and pat on the space beside me.
She hesitated for a moment, most likely wondering whether it was a good idea to come so close to me. In the end she slowly walked over and gently slid onto the bed.
I took her hand and silently held it for some time. For some reason she began to blush and looked away.
“You have to nurse me, you know?”, I said jokingly.
She smiled slightly and nodded. “I know.”
I lifted my eyebrow and for some time neither of us spoke.
It was Shiina who broke the silence.
“Jill and Lea almost killed that bastard. Me and Mei had to stop them before they broke his neck.”, from her expression I could tell that it must have been a close call. If Mei and Lea weren’t there that young man most likely wouldn’t have survived that dinner party.
“Well done.”, I said and squeezed her hand a little. Normally I would have patted her on her head, but right now even if I risked my life I wouldn’t be able to do so.
Shiina suddenly sighed. For a moment she looked straight into my eyes, seeming to search for something. Then she suddenly smiled cheerfully.
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“I’m going to get you some soup!”, she stood up from the bed and I had to let go of her hand. Running out of the room she returned with a steaming hot soup.
For the next three weeks I remained inside the bed, not doing much more than occasionally changing my posture and tapping on my tablet to change the series I was streaming. Shiina was constantly around me, bringing me food, helping me to wash myself and change my clothes.
Aside from her I only saw Mei twice in that three weeks and once I was visited by Jill. We had a small little conversation about the future.
“I’m going to appoint another one as leader of my organization. I will quit.”, the tall, tanned woman that I knew as Jill said to me.
“Why?”, I could not quite understand her reason for suddenly quitting her own project.
She looked at me and was quiet for some time. Then she shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
“Dunno. You don’t have to worry though, my successor is a moderate woman. It shouldn’t get to extreme even after I leave.”
I had to laugh at that.
“Sorry Jill, but you are the most extreme pervert I know, seriously there is no way someone can compare to you in that aspect!”
She grinned and scratched her cheek.
“I guess you are right with that…”
“So what are you going to do then?”, I asked interested.
“Focus on your and Lea’s relationship?”, that was a joke.
Seriously I don’t think Lea would survive that! DO NOT DO IT!
“Nah,”, Jill shook her head.
“I called a few big shots I got to know through the organization and we will try to change the perception of fashion for woman. In a nutshell we will attempt to make woman cover up less and less.”, this woman….
She was really proud of it wasn’t she?
Well this is the person Jill is after all. Always going after the next crazy idea, always going on with her perverted plans to change society.
Suddenly I thought of something that I did not tell Jill yet.
“Jill…I’m going to japan for some time…”
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