《Two Worlds. One Hero》Chapter 9: An Interview With A Young Witch Part 4
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Chapter 9: An Interview With A Young Witch Part 4
If you ask me what is the worst moment throughout my entire life? Perhaps my answer would be like the following: When the third girl I loved put me on the friend-zoned list, and then came back to me two months later, then telling me she fell in love with someone else, and they started living together, and Her partner is incredibly cool in bed.
Well.
Now I will change my answer: The worst moment throughout my entire life: IS RIGHT NOW... ON THIS DAMNED MOMENT.
Now, I - barely - can stand inside a bathroom filled with the scent of a lovely feminine scent, separated from two gorgeous girls, by a thin woody wall. And I am required to do something unforgivable in that place to get rid of the side effects of the truth serum.
Do you think this is the worst thing?
No, of course not. I can barely walk. So How on earth - or whatever this place is called- .. I mean from where I can have the stamina and power to do this heinous activity?
I have no desire, nor an ounce of row power, to commit this shameless act. Furthermore, there are two girls out know exactly what I am about to do.
Damn. I'm jinx!
I try to start committing the unforgivable act.
I moaned out loud.
Not from excitement, but from my injuries.
Dammit. What do they think about me outside!
The rest of the details...Omitted.
After all, I want to save my face.
But the desire to save face does not mean that I can do so.
Why?
How will I get out of this dreaded bathroom?
I tried to catch my breath. The scent of the bathroom was completely different from the moment I came.
My smell has also changed. I sweat a lot. And I really need to take a shower. But not now. Yes, yes, I will repeat the same reason: I can barely stand on my feet.
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Of course, to ask the two girls outside to come to help me in this means one thing:" Breaking news: an unknown person was found dead in the wild. The Police officers….."
I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, then opened the door, I peeked my head out, and I give a slight cough, "Excuse me, excuse me. I'm done here. Can you come to help me get back on the sofa?"
The little girl Sahar shouted: "Hey, you bastard. You don't intentionally do that to us?!"
I answered honestly: "Of course not. I can drink a new dose of truth serum, and you will believe me by then."
"You ... you ..." but she could not complete her phrases.
Then, Menna started to move and got close to me, then without saying any words she started helping me to walk, and because I was a little heavy for her, she started to have some trouble while getting me back to the sofa, which urged the little girl to help too.
The little girl stared at me like she was trying to intimidate me, and when my left arm wrapped around her shoulder, she said in protest, "Hey, you smell bad, why you didn't bathe?"
"I can barely walk. How will I be able to take a shower? Perhaps ... perhaps ..."
But I quickly cut the thread of my thoughts "Maybe you help me in the bathroom" .. Sorry, I am not crazy enough to spit those words out... I do not want to die during my golden youth.
She said skeptically: "Maybe what?"
I quickly said, "Nothing."
Because I was trying to deny the charge, I moved my right hand, and involuntarily it moved by several centimeters, to hit something globe-shaped and incredibly soft.
Damn, did I just touch what I think I touched?
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Suddenly, I felt urgent heat, up to 1000 degrees Celsius, emitting from Menna's body. Immediately, both of us froze in our steps, unlike Sahar who continued to walk further in front of us. This made things worse as my body weight shifted completely over Menna so suddenly,
Involuntarily, I gripped her firmly so as not to fall to the ground. This made her moan in a soft and low tone to the point I barely heard it.
Damn. Damn. Damn. I'm Doomed!
Sahar shouted at Me.: "Hey, you, why did you suddenly stop moving? Hey.. take your hand away from my sister … Oi, You Bastard, did you intend to do that from the start?"
I waked me up from my troubled thoughts.
Dammit.
I thought, are you blind, you are the one who did that. Do you want to kill me?
I answered her with a firm denial: "No. No. Who do you think I am ... I am an honest man!"
Menna interfered, saying, "It was I who stopped. He was ... He was heavy!"
F**k. I'm not that heavy. But after rethinking it ... this is the best lie to get out of that mess. Thank God she is not angry with me.
But damn it ... this girl is more sensitive than I had ever imagined. She is inconceivable that she is still... No, no, no, how can a girl with such beauty still... Ahem, So pure? Are men blinds? "
After a strenuous effort, and with a great mental will, I managed to return to the sofa without getting a new stone.
When they put me on the sofa, Sahar commented with disgust: "I need to take a shower to get rid of your bad smell, but first ... we must get rid of your bad smell or it would be stuck inside the cottage for God knows!."
Then she shook her magic wand, and muttered: "Ovando".
Immediately, I felt a cool, refreshing feeling that completely wrapped me, as if I had been cleaned from all the dirt, sweat, and salt stuck on my body since last night.
that's cool! It is a self-cleaning spell.
Then the girl performed the spell on herself.
Menna added, " me too."
Sahar repeated the same spell for the third time.
And after she finished, A heavy of awkward silence filled the little cottage.
What now? This is awkward as a lonely turtle tried to act as a rabbit on the stage.
Menna broke the silence,: "You must be hungry now."
After I think about it. It's the truth; I haven't eaten for two days. My belly is empty, like the belly of a miserable camel who decided to wander in a desert with no single grass for several weeks.
I nodded. "I'm really starving."
Menna smiled softly, "I hope you would like the food."
Her little sister looked at her in a clear denunciation, and said, "How dare he not like your food. He is lucky to have the opportunity to eat your food."
Then She pulled out my cellphone from her clothes, waved it in front of me, and said: "Hey ... you? What is this magic gadget? I've never seen anything like that before in my entire life."
I froze in my place for a few seconds while staring at the iPhone in her hands, I swallowed my salvia and tried to think a little bit, and then I said, "Ahem ... Have you ever heard of the Legendary Mage Steve Jobs before?"
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