“He loves me so much, he said so! Our first time was supposed to be on our wedding night, did you know?” I increased the pressure, his Adam’s apple rolling between my thumbs, his brows furrowed but still tolerating me… Tears finally flowed, increasingly fierce. “What are you looking at!” I released my hands but tightly wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down, hiding in the crook of his neck… He gently kissed my hair, “Now that you’ve met me, don’t fantasize about marrying him anymore!” How could it be? We can’t go back, you see, even my first time is gone… We’re both stuck in “waiting.” The prince died two years ago, after his defeat, he killed himself, and my dream of happiness only lasted two years, my delusions pitifully survived for only two years…
When I woke up in the morning, only one of his hands was on me, more precisely, on my chest… I disgustedly picked it up with two fingers and flung it aside, this pig! I sat up, finally able to look down at him. Even in sleep, he was so lecherous. I raised my hand, full of strength, and slapped his face back and forth until I was out of breath, feeling much better! Of course, the slapping was done through the air…
Pulling back the covers, I found that dark red stain, knelt before it, clasped my hands, and prayed earnestly, “Please bless my future bed partners to be handsome and mentally sound, no more misery.” After finishing, I bowed three times. “So you’re saying, I’m not mentally sound?” I screamed, pulling the covers over myself, his arm reaching out to pull me back. “Little witch, did you enjoy slapping me?” I was stunned; he was awake… I pushed him away and ran off the bed, escaping! “Where are you going?” “Morning pee…”
