「August 02, 2021 | Mon」

「07:33」

*Knock*Knock*Knock*

Those are such a weak knocking sounds. Well, whatever. Let's see how she'll respond to the ‘trigger’ I caused.

“Come in.”

“...............” The door didn't open. Nor did I hear a reply. She's just outside... frozen, I guess.

“Please come inside, Lucy.”

“!— G-good morning, sir— Mr. Reverren...” I can feel her trepidation. Or rather, it's very visible, and anybody will take notice. She is standing up very stiffly. She's not moving, yet she's sweating so much. Yet... weirdly enough, she's very charming this way.

Fufu. She's making me want to bully her more.

“I hope my mother didn't scold you,” I may have sounded passive-aggressive.

“!!— N-no.. I... I am fine... Hehe...” Look at her being so nervous. How cute— how adorable— Aaaaagh! I want to make her cry.

“Ehem.”

I should calm down.

“It's because I can't take it anymore, Lucy. Ian's harassment is starting to make me feel depressed. I'm having a hard time sleeping at night because I know the next day, Ian will be bullying me again. I am living in that constant fear. I hope you understand my stance and why I asked my mom for help.”

“Yes, sir...” She's biting her lower lip.

Such a boring response.

Her face is darkened, betraying the many emotions she's feeling right now.

She has been running away from stress for the past few days. She doesn't want to deal with Douche nor I. She's turning a blind eye to his harassment on me. That's why now that mom talked to her—with whatever mom said— she's trapped into wanting to protect herself and wanting to protect me.

She must be anxious for the upcoming days where Douche's harassment will be turned back to her. She will become my shield. But she's the main target all this time.

You're the heroine all along, my lovely nurse. Go beat up the bad guy for me. Go face your fears and don't run fufufufu.

“Let me check your vitals!”

“Sure.”

“...............”

“...............”

“...You are recovering rather fast. It's actually incredible.”

“Finally a different expression.”

“..........It's done. We just need you to eat your breakfast so that you can drink your medications.” She ignored me.

“...............”

“...............”

“Um... Is there a problem...?”

“Usually, you will be leaving my room.”

“!— I'll go get your breakfast,” she stands up hurriedly.

I grab her arm.

“You can leave that task to another staff, right?”

“But—”

“Ian will be coming soon.”

“!!”

Look at her making such a distorted expression. Just how much do you hate to be with that guy? But I guess that's understandable.

“...............”

“...............”

Lucy isn't saying anything. She's just sitting on the chair beside my bed. Her body is shaking as she tries to stop her hand from trembling. I can't see her eyes clearly because she has her head down. And it looks like she doesn't want me to see her face.

Well, now we wait for Douche. It's funny that I'm actually looking forward to his visit fufufufu...

“Brat, I have a gift— Oh. Lucy!” He barged in without my permission again.

“!” Lucy shivers in response to this annoying voice. I think she might start crying.

“I'm happy to see you here. I missed you so much you know,” his eyes are on Lucy who is still trembling in the chair. She has her lips pursed tightly to avoid betraying her inner turmoil.

But it's very noticeable. Though Douche seems like he will not mention that at all.

“What's wrong Lucy? You look quite pale and tired. Are you sick? Have you been sleeping properly?” He looks concerned. Oh hell... He really is a sweetheart fufufu.

“Well a douchebag is in the vicinity. It makes anybody sick.”

“Tch. Shut up. Sticks and stones brat!”

“Oh. You've matured? Or is it because there's a woman in front of you? Trying to act cool? If only Lucy had seen how pathetic you were last time. That's who you really are.”

“Grrrrrrr..” He looks like he's about to pounce on me

“Ahhh. Oh no Lucy. Please help. He's gonna kill me,” I say playfully.

“M-Mr. Ian, please leave. Mr. Reverren is not c-comfortable with you here,” she's speaking in a very wimpish manner. Lucy is also sweating profusely. How pitiful. She can't even bear to stand up straight.

“Tsk tsk tsk. We were having ‘fun’ last time though. Look at him smile Lucy. He isn't feeling any discomfort at all. This brat is just really edgy and wants some drama,” he's smirking at me.

Well he's not wrong.

“Please leave sir.”

“Noooo. Come on now Lucy. Don't be like that.” He stares at me, “This brat— Mark and I can become good friends. You know why I'm harassing him anyway, right? It's because of you Lucy. Remember... It's all had been because of you.”

Lucy gets in front of Douche. “Sir, please leave! I won't ask you again,” she is trying to speak coldly but her legs are shaking.

Douche laughs at that threat, “Nice try. But you can't really do anything. I've told you last time how we can all solve this. Just become my girlfriend Lucy. And I'll leave him alone. Simple right?”

Uwaahh, how sinister.

“But...” That destroyed Lucy's courage to stand up against Douche. She wants to protect me because it's her job but she doesn't want to just sacrifice herself for that. She's very conservative after all. And she doesn't even like me. So maybe right now, she's evaluating which one is her top priority... Herself or her source of income.

If you ask me, money can be earned back once lost but her dignity and chastity can't be recovered. It's obvious which one should be prioritized. But I wonder why... maybe she's trying to have both. But, in order to get what you want, you must at least have the courage to fight for it Lucy. Do you think you can achieve your desires by laying low? That's naive. Especially if you're weak and powerless.

“Please sir. Just go,” Lucy says while looking away. Trying to maintain her distance from Douche.

“Lucy... Lucy...,” Douche says while acting smugly. It's as if he's disappointed at her. “If you don't want to be bothered by me, then LEAVE ME and THIS BRAT ALONE!”

Ohh. He pulled a knife out of his pocket. A very familiar one at that. That knife... I've seen that before. It was a very famous weapon in ancient times. It was called the “Prayer Knife”. It symbolizes the death of your opponent. They say that the person who uses it dies because they have sinned against their own religion. The people who wield it are said to be able to bring forth miracles. It's an extremely dangerous tool. Now Douche holds it in his right hand tightly.

He walks closer towards us.

“S-Sir—” Lucy is visibly frightened. Well that isn't very surprising.

“Oh hell, bloody hell. Do you even know how to use that?” I mock him. “How about you tell me how to use that thing?”

“Shut up you little bastard!”

“Fufufufu! I love you Douche!”

“Grrrrt— Hahahahahahaha! We'll see if you can still laugh omce your guts are spilling out.”

“I tried it once. It's not that hard. You should try it too. It's best to experience stuff firsthand after all.”

“Ha! Is that why you now think you can face anything? Is that the basis of your overconfidence?!”

“Who knows. How about you? Do you have the confidence to be able to successfully stab me with that?”

“BRAT! I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!!” He rushes towards me.

“No!” Lucy squealed in worry but she's frozen in her place.

How boring...

“Enjoy your extended stay here Mark!”

“...............”

*Swish~*

“Hm-mm.”

*CRACK!*

“!”

*Clang!*

“AaaaaAAAaAAAggHhgHGgGGGGhhHhHHH! MWAY JYAW!! AAAARGH!!! AAAAAGH!” Douche screams with his mouth drenched in blood while wriggling on the floor. His jaw is broken from the full power elbow strike I gave him.

He won't be able to eat hard food in the meantime. Well, porridge isn't bad though so I don't think it's that much of a problem.

“...............” Lucy is terrified with what she's seeing. But those eyes aren't afraid of what she sees in front of her. She is afraid of what she sees in the future.

You're very boring Lucy. You wanted peace and harmony yet you don't fight for it.

You can't be the center character anymore. Let me try Douche this time.

“I'll play with you,” I come down from my bed and stare down at Douche who is crying in pain.

“BVRAT! Iy'll dgyet yuu fuer thish!!” He speaks incoherently but I understand what he was trying to say.

“Sure. Don't speak anymore though. I'm pretty sure that's veeeeeery painful fufufu.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!” He tried to kick me. As if he can. Especially in that condition.

“By the way, everything that happened in the past few days has been recorded.”

“?!”

“??”

“There's a spy camera inside that outlet. Although there is no sound, the camera recorded everything that happened clearly.”

“Ah.” Lucy is surprised.

“?!!” Douche is alarmed.

The camera is positioned in a way that it can see almost everything in the whole room. It's near the window at the side of my bed facing the side where the front door is. It's been there for at least eight days.

“You sure you wanna grab that knife again, Douche? You're on camera you know?”

“Gyib it to mhe vrat!”

“Take it from me,” I took it out of the outlet. It's a small wireless camera.

“Grrrrrrrt— Aargh!” Douche is still in extreme pain. “Jusht yuu wayt!”

He decided to leave.

Fufufufu. He didn't slam my door close this time. But he left such a bloody trail though. He sure loves to make a mess.

“...............”

“Don't look so worried. He will no longer come after you.”

You can't be the center character anymore. You're not very fun. I won't be the side character in this arc any further. Douche has to focus on me this time. Because he has no other choice. Otherwise he's doomed. Fufufufufufu...