She's finally here.

“Uwahh~ Good morning Lucy.”

“...........,” she stops walking. And for some reason she's just looking at me seemingly lost in thoughts.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No it's nothing po sir.”

She really did became even more formal to me. This is actually starting to irk me out.

“You were looking at me in daze. I doubt it's ‘nothing’.”

“Um.. well sir... but you looked like a puppy who found its owner.”

“Eh?”

“!— N-No no..! Please don't take it as an offense sir. I-I-It's because of your smile and— and—” She's very flustered.

Lucy is now uptight when dealing with me because of a certain person. Please die painfully Mr. Douche.

“It's alright. I don't really care. Besides, I'm used to having my smile pointed out by others.”

“Oh thank you po sir.”

Oh hell~ She is so distant now. My beautiful nurse is so distant now due to that guy fufufu.

“Though... Can you please stop being so formal now? I am not that kind of a person so you don't have to worry about me. That was just an act to push Douche away.”

“...........”

“...........”

No response. She's avoiding stuffs again...

After she finished her daily tasks with me, she left the room as fast as she could. We were in an awkward silence because she was ignoring all of my attempt to converse with her.

“You know, this is your fault.”

“What?”

It's Douche. He's back again. He's currently leaning on the door. It's like as if he's saying that no one can get in nor get out without his will.

Why is he even here again? This guy really has a lot of free time.

“No it's nothing.”

“Hmmmm. Hahahaha,” he is shaking his head while laughing mockingly.

“...........”

“I did a bit of research about you.”

“You're also a stalker of mine?”

“What? No you fucking imbecile.”

“......hm. Sure fufufu.”

“You're really pissing me off. You are fucking ugly. That smile doesn't make you any better. Don't you know that stupid smirk of yours is so irritating to look at?”

I hear that sometimes.

“There's a spoon on my table.”

“What?”

“Fufufufufu.”

“Were you joking? Was that a joke? Well it sucks. You're really stupid!”

“Thank you.”

“Tch. I hate your attitude.... Brat, do you really think you're so big just because you're a little gangster? Listen to me when I tell you that you are just playing a game. You don't know how this industry really works you stupid imbecile!”

“Life is a game though and I'm gonna play with it.”

“Ha!”

“...And I ‘was’ a gangster. Now, not anymore.”

“Hahaha. Right. Learned your lessons didn't you? You should be grateful that you're lucky that the current principal of your school is naive, kind and generous.. otherwise, no school will accept a little bastard like you.”

“Yes I am thankful.”

“The world us adults live in isn't a playground you stupid brat. We put our lives on the line and we do things knowing fully well no one may be there to save us. You brats still have your parents supporting and protecting you.”

“...........”

“Hmmp. I wonder how will you fare the moment you lose those protections and supports. The fear of having no one but yourself to lean on may actually force you to kill yourself. Your generation is a snowflake. Yet the audacity you people have. It's PISSING ME OFF!”

“...........”

“...........”

He's waiting for me to react.

“Tch. You know, I can't see in your eyes the stigma of someone who truly lost something. Did you think you now lived through the dark just because you played with fire a little bit? You're blessed with loving people aren't you, Mark? So why be so stupid and putting yourself in danger like.... well, like getting involve with me for example?”

“...........”

“Is it because of the false security the new world has given you? You're being cared for! That isn't a power of your own. Don't be so arrogant and know your place. Just because this world began to care for the weak, doesn't mean weakness has become power. You are just fooling yourself!”

“...........”

“You're at our mercy. Remember this Mark... When push comes to shove, no one can save you but yourself.”

“...........”

“However, you're weak. So why not just bow down and reduce the risk of dying huh, Mark?”

“...........”

“Can't say something? Scared? Yet you're still keeping that smile of yours? You're very brave aren't you? So why don't you talk back to me now?”

“Well....... You were very profound I was put into trance your highness. I apologize for that fufufu.”

“Hahahahaha. Fine. Okay okay. Keep up with that ‘tough guy’ act. We'll see how long you can stay like that. One day, you'll lose everything. One day you'll lose your parents... very soon actually. And all of it will be your fault for overestimating yourself,” he turns around to leave.

“Talking from experience Mr. Ian Doccia? You're very knowledgeable about the feeling of losing your parents aren't you—?”

*Swoosh!*

“Shut up imbecile!”

He tried to kick me but I dodged.

“Tch. Just wait... Hahaha. Just WAIT.”

He swallowed his anger down again. His patience is somehow very admirable.

“Very well. While you may be right about what you just said, you're absolutely wrong for judging me as weak.”

“Let's see brat. Let's see what you got. Let's see how long your mama's skirt can last. Make sure it's woven strongly or you will lose your protection and then your life rather quickly.”

“Fufu. Rhyme. Great.”

“Hmmp.”

*Bam*

“Please stop slamming my door like that everytime you closes it... You're going to destroy it Mr. Douche.”

「July 27, 2021 | Tue」

「08:17」

“Oh my bloody hell mister Douche, if you keep visiting me like this everyday, albeit unappreciated, I may end up falling for you. Such dedication.”

“Shut up and take this.”

*Swoosh!*

He threw something into my head. Well, I caught it easily. I pull the content off the paper bag. It's a magazine—

“Heeeehh...”

“Crème ​de ​la ​crème! Your mother sure has the best body I've seen in my life. She's a mother I'd like to fuck— A FUCKING MILF. A mother of two yet very fertile and erotogenic.”

“She's indeed sexy.”

“Right. Do you feel horny seeing your mother's genitalia in HD? I made sure the quality of those images are in high definition. One clear image per page— Why? Because I want you to properly enjoy your mother's erotic body. You don't have to thank me. You're very welcome, Mark. Go ahead! You can start beating your meat after I leave.”

“I appreciate your effort Douche. It's weird to have a male suitor but it's not my first time. Who knows, you may be able to make me fall for you.”

“Well just fuck yourself because I have no interest in your existence. I shall leave right? So you can start having fun with your mama's exposed cunt. Ohh.. are you perhaps a homo? You may be bent, so do you want your father's nudes next? If not, you still have your little sister. Perhaps you want her?”

“...Fufu...”

“Tch. If you're angry, don't restrain yourself? Come at me. But remember that you still have more women around you. Pretty good fishes if you ask me. Actually if you beg me, I can train them to be good sluts. Slaves you can fuck anytime, anywhere, however, in whatever positions you want.”

“...........”

“Haha. Bye Mark.”

“Why...”

“Heh.. What?”

“...Why are you putting yourself in danger like this mister Douche? Fufufufu.”

“You? A danger? You're just a joke your mother tried so hard to make hahahahahaha,” he is waving his hand as he walk out of my room.

*Bam!*

Can't you close the door gently?

“...........”

This magazine is well done I must say. It's really HD. It looks real as well. Either mom really does have a dirty past or whoever edited this is such a pro.

“Hm-mm.”

Your actions lately and this... hmm? Ahh~ So that's what you want to use me for. Too bad though.

You can't stir me up with this. Especially if it's obviously photoshopped.

Mom is far more enchanting than this.

*Thud*

After putting it back into its paper bag, I threw the magazine into the trashcan in the corner of my room. I'll ask Eli-chan to burn it.

I hope she comes though. Well, if I say it's important she'll come. Actually, I should hope she even answers my call.