"Crazy Master" (1)
(pp.: chapter 0, does not apply to this translation)
It was a pretty gloomy place, despite the creaking.
With every step she took, the floor creaked, so she was more careful.
With her back slightly bent, she walked forward at a moderate pace. Having reached a familiar door, she stopped.
The girl took a breath before opening the door.
Phew, Phew, Phew
Taking a short, deep breath, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it.
And a shadow fell from the room, darker than in the corridor. The girl did not dare to enter the room, where it was completely dark and nothing could be seen.
She was already accustomed to going inside and sliding aside the long curtain.
But the light was so bright that she closed her eyes.
Dazzling.
However, she pulled back the curtains and turned around.
At that moment, something quickly flew past her face.
Thud!
It was a table clock that hit the window sill and bounced off the floor. She glanced at them and looked ahead.
The bed stood in the farthest corner from the window, where the shadows fell. On it lay something of an incomprehensible shape, covered with a sheet. The hand peeking out held the edge of the sheet tightly. It was noticeable trembling with fear.
- Get out.
A muffled, intermittent voice spoke. There was obvious anger.
The girl didn’t even pretend to listen and picked up the table clock that was lying on the floor. The nail was sticking out, and the sight of the torn wooden surface made it clear at first glance that the thing was unusable. She decided to throw it away.
The girl looked around the chaotic room.
The dishes were broken into pieces, the fragments of which could cause harm. There on the floor were a fork and a spoon. It wasn't just the dishes that were broken. None of the items in this room were in good condition.
Taking things step by step, she picked up the things that had fallen to the floor. Listening to the sound of her steps, the figure began to tremble.
- Get out.
The voice came again.
The girl again ignored these words and walked to the edge of the bed. The figure, trembling, could not resist and began to retreat back. Since there was nothing to throw, she decided to run away. But even if she tries to escape, she will not go further than the bed. It was sad to see her sitting against the wall.
The girl looked the figure up and down and extended her hand, but she was thrown away.
- Don't touch me.
What a shame.
She pulled the sheets back on the bed, pretending she didn't hear it. Then the figure, who was covered with a sheet, stumbled and appeared in her field of vision.
Tousled golden hair was visible, veins protruding from the neck and lines of the shoulders, flushed with embarrassment. Her gaze dropped to the very bottom. You could tell without even looking under his clothes how thin his body was.
When she raised her eyes to his face again, he was sweating. She extended her hand again and he struck her again, furiously.
- Don't touch!
A loud scream followed.
- I told you to leave! Get out! Leave!
After hearing such harsh words, she finally took a deep breath.
The guy's pale face turned red from the heat. He was breathing hoarsely and his lips were chapped. However, to prevent the sheet from being taken away from him, he grabbed it tightly, so that his knuckles turned white.
- Leave. And please close this!
- Calm down, my lord.
- Get out! Get out! Get out of here!
No wonder his breathing became labored. His flushed face turned pale again, and he was soon clutching his chest in agony.
She quickly picked him up, pulled a respirator out of her pocket and placed it over his mouth. Then, she gently stroked his back and said.
- Breathe slowly.
Hearing her words, he tried to catch his breath. As he inhaled and exhaled several times through the machine, his chest, which had been moving wildly, gradually relaxed. After observing this for a moment, she removed the respirator from her mouth.
- Ha, ha.
- Now you will be all right.
Suddenly his face became wet with sweat. Wet golden hair spilled over the hem of her dress. She combed his hair to show that he had done a good job. The tightly closed eyelids opened helplessly. Emerald eyes with a slightly white tint turned to her.
At this moment, her body was thrown back.
- Aah!
In the blink of an eye, she fell off the bed!
The skirt was lifted and her underwear was visible. As she tried to get to her feet, a face appeared from the side.
His gaze, which had previously looked blankly ahead, gradually dropped down. She probably wouldn't have, but she felt like he was looking at her. The still too pale, overly beautiful face came into her field of vision.
His wet lips part quietly.
- Get out.
Anger was written all over her face.
[It's a hell hole anyway.]