The club is a place where men pay thousands for women, become broken, and blame their business partners and friends for it. Good little normal cycle. Women are much simpler. They are just being whores.
Pollen was dancing with her friends. She convinced me to be their bodyguard. If they didn't want to be groped, why did they wear such skimpy or tight pants? Don't blame the assailants. I bet eighty percent of the girls here didn't tell their boyfriends that they were hanging out with people with dicks, and which one of them here was your long-distance relationship girlfriend?
Pollen should know men are just normal creatures! Why are women being hypocritical? Just mix gin and tonic with stranger guys through your mouths already!! Don't do it with my Pollen, though, because only I could spank her ass!
When it comes to lust, all men are the same except for Ezra and Palakala. Well, Palakala would grab people's booties in gay clubs.
Oh! Maybe the women wanted to frame the men for attacking them!! That makes sense, because 99 percent of Chinese women didn't know money comes from work.
Framing...huh?
I drank a dozen tequila shots. Pollen told me to order whatever I wanted, so I ordered a bottle.
Before the colorful flashing lights, I posed a blowjob hand gesture with my long tongue sticking out, took a selfie, and sent it to Fursk.
{Are you free tomorrow, boy?}
{Yes!}
...
The shower was running. My sloppy, drenched hair lingered on Fursk's dick. I bobbed my head. My supple lips wrapped around his giant shaft.
He was ordered to have his hands behind his back. The slimy inside was like an oil massage designated for his cock. The tastebuds tickled his head. He could no longer live without me.
"Hi, babe, I wanted to see your face, too." He Facetimed his girlfriend.
"This is how I masturbate~" My tits bounced up and down as I rode the dildo I brought from my home. It was stuck on the floor. I controlled my voice so the phone couldn't capture it.
"Ah, ye...yes." He constantly side-eyed me as his girlfriend blabbered about her day in college.
"Where are you looking at?" She queried.
"I'm watc...watching TV."
"Aw, bad timing of me. I'll see you tomorrow then."
I shook my head as I drooled onto my breasts.
"No... No. It's alright. Um…did Angel solve her problem with her parents, yet?"
Their chat was accompanied by his ogles, watching my love juices dampening his floor, watching that dildo ramming in and out. He wanted to feel my vigor. He was stroking himself. The screen was wobbly. He wanted my ass to clap on his crotch. Heh, I saw through his intention.
Wuuuu... The way the dildo plopped out of my squishy pussy was so satisfying. He straight-up stopped acting, fixating his eyes on me as I walked to him with my alluring slit dripping.
"Keep talking." My mouth formed, turned around, and ground his cock with my ass. "I won't convert Ezra into my plaything, but I'll convert his thoughts on the other girl."
The round ended with him speaking trembly, shooting his load raw into me prematurely, and his stupid girlfriend not noticing anything. Of course, the night continued after he hung off. I did many masturbations tonight, tying his hands and gagging his mouth at the corner of his room, while I touch myself on his bed, forcing him to see the pleasure hole he couldn't touch.
"What songs do you like?" I smoked in my nude on the single sofa.
"Songs? I listen to many R&B." While Fursk was dead on the bed.
"Heh."
"I rarely miss any concerts from my favorite artists."
"Oh?"
"It's a shame that the popular content creators are famous because they cover already famous songs, and they have the audacity to do a bunch of mixing to make their voice not terrible."
"Oh oh oh?"
"Content creators? They are content stealers. I think real artists are only great when they create their own music, or when they cover in live performances."
"DANNNNNNNG!! I underestimated you."
"..." He knew he was an inferior being, so he wouldn't talk back.
"I absolutely agree. Live performances in free performing bars or just karaoke are where we can truly demonstrate our skills. Of course, original songs don't need explanations. I recently just joined a school band, by the way."
"School? They allow non-students to perform?"
"As long as the band has more students than outsiders."
"What kind of band?"
"Rock band."
...
"Pfft, okay." He promptly regretted laughing because my terrifyingly large eyes gawked at him.
...
"You think primitive blues is superior to rock?"
"I'm... I'm sorry!" He endured my spank as he bit his pillow with his butt up.
It wasn't that no one appreciated the old or new. People just follow the trends, possessing no individuality. When rock appeared, soul and jazz were neglected. Nowadays, when people say soul and jazz require more technicality and musicality, they begin to say rock sucks.
"I just think that…ah~" Yep, this guy's hidden masochistic fetish awoken. "Rock stars only need to jump and bang their heads during live. The flow and groove that sway the performers and audiences have more relation to the music."
"Ha! That's what you don't understand." The redder his ass got, the more I wanted to annihilate it. "All music carries an invisible vibe, as long as the music is GOOD!!"
...
"...You look cheerful," Palakala said. It was the second day.
"Had a wonderful last night. You look cheerful, too." I broke Fursk's record again. We fucked five times yesterday.
"Well, yes..." Palakala was vibrating 313.218496 times per second. "Oh my god, it's happening, just stay calm… STAY FUCKING CALM!!!!"
"I'M FUCKING CALM YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!!"
"I can't believe this! I'm… I'm joining a…a band!!"
"A school band. You're unhinged."
"STILL!! I gave up the invitations from my classmates in America to improve music in our country! But turns out, I couldn't grasp any opportunities here—"
"Because China doesn't allow gays and people with no famous bloodlines to join the entertainment industries." I wouldn't choose to live in any other country. But, China is the worst place to do art.
"...That is true. My bachelor's degree is also useless."
"Teenagers' PARENTS discriminate kids with bad high school grades because of their own pride, not their children's. University degrees are useless because Chinese companies don't give a poopoo about you if you don't have connections."
"...I hate you, but you spit some facts occasionally."
"I only say facts."
At least the Chinese nights were lively, because no robbers or police who shoot you for no reason were on the streets.
Many loitered around the bus; they were those who had no connections and were forced to work till late at night. They were eager to finish their work early, but their managers saw and went like, "If you finished work early, that means you didn't have enough work, definitely not because you're active." Yeah, working overtime was a daily routine in China.
Those who had money to call cabs or Bibi Transports were those who had connections, or those rich second generations that had no idea what they wanted except for travel and accessories and stupid pretentious French food and sex. They were planning to go to bars for the third time in these three days; I knew for certain.
I was a poor motherfucker, and Palakala enjoyed the challenge of saving money. Thus, the bus was it, and then a grandma fell off her bike near the crossroad.
"Woah!" Palakala promptly walked up to her, but I pulled his sleeve. "Huh?"
I simply shook my head.
"Is she...worried about the grandma framing us?" So, Palakala waited.
...Waiting, hearing the grandma grunt, watching her quivering under the weight of her bike. Her fragile legs couldn't stretch to stand up. Her head was dizzy from the impact against the floor.
And not just us, people watched. A girl stayed on her phone, pretending to see nothing. A guy was two meters away from the grandma, on his electric bike, glanced around at the unmoving bystanders. He incessantly eyed the grandma beside him. His expression wanted to help, but no one acted.
...So, when the light turned green, he drove away.
"Doesn't look like she's pretending. Let's go."
I shrugged, seeing Palakala forwarding five steps before turning around.
"Come on, let's go help!"
"Your bus is coming."
"...What?" After a frown, he jogged to the grandma.
The girl still didn't look away from her phone. A couple arrived at the scene, before fastening their steps away and…laughed.
"Someone will help." His voice was mixed with laughter, perhaps to hide his awkwardness?
"Let's go. Let's go!" Her voice was mixed with laughter, perhaps to hide her guilt about herself?
"Heh... Heh heh... Hahahaha." I was planning to go with Palakala, but after hearing their laughter? It was confirmed that it was only normal not lend a hand.
"Hey, are you alright? Let me just…" Palakala moved away the bike, but the grandma couldn't manipulate her strength as she twisted her ankle, so her fifty-kilogram weight clamped down onto Palakala. "Craycray! Come!!"
I smiled. What a weakling. Well, he expressed a face that he'd only shown when I first made him angry—that shocked, exasperated, and gawping face. And, the cars minded their own business.
"Craycray! At least move her out of the road with me!!"
Just because we were friends, it didn't mean that he should only call out for me.
"Aya aya, are you deaf?" I formed one hand into half of a speaker and waved at the spectators. "You pathetic cunts and degenerates, even when someone already started a lead for you, y'all still aren't going to help?"
"..." The girl peeped away from her phone and pretended nothing happened yeah just a normal bitch.
"I'm playing a game. When someone moves, I'll move." I then lit a cigarette, but it didn't take long for another girl to go assist Palakala. "Aya aya, that was…fast?"
Another gir...woman...scary lady unhurriedly walked to them. I was terrible at remembering faces, but her face was etched in my memory.
"Go away, you two." Her voice sounded like her throat was ruined by three packs of cigarettes a day, like mine.
"Huh? Why?" Palakala did a good job retorting, staring right into the lady's little pupils in her humongous eyes.
The girl beside him shivered as if she was a black stealing the grandma's purse and the lady was an American police officer, because…
It was Pollen's mom, Desdemona, the police inspector.
"Do you have no common sense at all? Youngsters these days don't know shit. I can't help with you two here. Move your fucking ass. I need space. What's with that glare? Before helping someone, grow a fucking brain first, dumbass." At last, her large eyes with non-visible veins in the white repelled Palakala back.
He realized that she used a different gesture to easily help the grandma up, resting her on the bus's bench next to the phone girl and me.
"I'm a police. I'll call a taxi for you to the hospital," Desdemona said.
"I didn't bring enough money for the hospital." The grandma rubbed her ankle. Oldie still using cash, huh?
"I suggest you check on your situation. Is there anyone I can contact for you?"
"Ye... Yes."
"Tell me the number. The taxi fee will be on me. Can you sense your foot's condition?"
"Ho, she's doing so many things at once," I thought.
"Alright. I suggest not taking your shoe off, then."
As they continued, Palakala frowned at me harder than ever.
"We both know you're not a great person, but today, you've crossed the line." He breathed out venom gas and inhaled it back in, becoming more and more toxic. Just die with that venomous gas. "I'm disappointed in you. I don't care if you care about this or not, but I truly am disappointed. That's fucked up."
"Don't just tell me those because I'm someone you know. Tell those strangers, too." I sneered.
"Fuck you all, fucking useless pile of shits." And he did more than I thought. Good job!
The phone girl he glared at peeked from her phone and chose to walk away. The two guys smoking from afar, however, yelled back.
"Fuck you!"
"Shut your fucking snout!" Palakala wasn't outdone.
"So what if we didn't help, ah!? Is that fucking part of the law!?"
I love this mess, and I didn't want the phone girl to flee, so I tripped her, causing her phone to smash onto the hard floor like that grandma.
"You want to fight!? Come on!!" Palakala.
"Did you not hear who I am?" Desdemona.
"Yeah, come on." The two guys.
"Those from far away didn't." Me.
"You shut the fuck up." Desdemona.
"My phone!" Phone girl.
"I don't care!" Palakala walked to the guys, so I sided with him.
"Girl, can you company her to the hospital?" Desdemona asked.
"Ye... Yes." Compared to Desdemona, the big-eyed lady, the nice girl was more frightened by the upcoming mess. And for some reason, her positive answer made Desdemona gape.
"...Thank you." And Desdemona relaxed her eyelids and smiled, only a second before tensing them again at us.
One guy grabbed Palakala's collar, and he flung it off.
...Really? Men? Push and pull? I jabbed the guy in the chin. His body stiffened, teetered, and collapsed like a standing pencil on a rocking bed that was enduring intense intercourse.
"You..." His friend didn't hesitate to punch back. I dodged it with my sight on the approaching Desdemona.
"Wooo... I always wanted to fight a police to see…" I saw her taking out pepper spray…
Shit…
"AHHHHHHH!!!!"
For sure, it hurt more than acid! Not like I was sprayed by acid before, but this level of pain was melting my face! Everyone held their hands in the air as if she held a bazooka.
"All of you, follow me. 119 daughter, do you know what you did?" She kicked me.
"I did normal things!" I got sprayed again ahhhhhhhhh!!
"Stop! This is assaulting the civilians!" Palakala caught her wrist, but she threw him over her shoulder.
"Girl with the phone, follow me, too."
...
We had beers in a convenience store, including Desdemona, who was off-duty today.
The nice girl took the grandma to the hospital; presumably, the grandma's relatives took over. Either way, I was crying with a red face and tissues. I washed my face twenty times, but the residual spice was still eating my face. Palakala just scolded me, but he was handing me tissues.
"...119 daughter, is that your boyfriend?" Desdemona asked.
"His dick is too small for me, woo…" I preferred cum on my face.
"I'm gay, woo…" Palakala felt his shoulder disjointed.
"I'm... I'm just a high schooler," the phone girl said.
"Oh? I thought you were a mute." Desdemona's large eyes probably looked at the phone girl more than her mom. "Why did none of you help the old lady?"
"You didn't help either initially," guy1 said.
"I was afar, waiting for the green light, dumbass." She wanted to cross during the red light, but the cars weren't slowing down to watch or assist the grandma.
"We aren't obliged to help." Still guy1.
"Indeed, but you blamed that I wasn't there before saying this? What's next? You're going to say, 'How can a police officer use such offensive language?' Fucking crybabies." Unlike me, she kept the same countenance from start to finish. I, however, side-eyed guy1 with my frown used for children with twenty intellectual disabilities fighting each other that mess up their brains even more.
"You stopped crying?" Palakala asked me. I got instantly smacked after nodding. "Like I said! You're really fucked up, but you were really not planning to help a physically incapacitated grandma!?"
"She's that Pollen's grumpy mom, by the way."
"I DON'T CA… Wait, what? I don't care! You cannot really be inhumane, right!? What is it with you!?" Palakala couldn't find a boyfriend in China because he was too enthusiastic for those socially awkward men.
"I'm not going to ask why you address my daughter, Susan, as Pollen." Desdemona turned to me. "119 daughter, why didn't you help?"
"I prefer 911 daughter."
Her large eyes widened even more. If I pepper-sprayed her wide-opened eyes now, will I be sentenced to death?
"I didn't knock her down, why should I lift her?" I smirked and used what that legendary lawyer said, which was explained in Chapter 11.
"One sentence from that lawyer really made our moral degrades, huh?" Looked like she agreed. "But, do you know where he is, now?"
"No."
"He lost his positions and is still living under everyone's diatribe. Don't use one person's words to identify—"
"Just kidding~ I knew, and I knew you would say that." I expected more from her. "HAHAHAHAHA!!! Damnnnn, I thought you were smart for a police. Tell me, why is society still apathetic?"
"..." Since she countered the lawyer example, she practically just lost an excuse for why city societies suck.
"What do you mean, why? You haven't seen much light, so you expect only darkness," but Palakala ganged up on me!? "I've seen brighter sides, but I won't disprove the wrongs, so why can't you disprove the rights?"
"Greed is nature, and we crumble faster than we're enlightened." I expressionlessly declined his eye contact and sighed with boredom.
"I was in America! And that's a more fucked-up place with all the Assassins and corruption!! Don't think you having a shit life can defend your case!!!" He jumped off his seat.
"Some people are naturally bad." Suddenly, the phone girl joined. "There are scientific reasons why criminals or psychopaths exist."
"...Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh." I'd never seen such a stupid girl.
"...So?" And so did Palakala.
"..." And Desdemona.
"..." And even guy1 and guy2.
"You're saying that I'm naturally bad? Ouuuuuuch~ You hurt my soooouuuuulll~" I could guarantee that phone girl would jump off the building after one censure from her future boss.
"That doesn't have to do with anything." Palakala.
"Proud to show off what you've just learned from the internet? Congrats." Desdemona.
Only lower schoolers do that, not even high schoolers like phone girl. Her pupils were moving so much that I wished to scoop them out. She knew going back to her phone and acting careless would make her seem even more childish, so she could only hold her embarrassment by breaking her nails.
"There are no excuses for conducting wrongs," Desdemona said. "Same goes for myself. We're doing hateful things, and we're jerks that no one would correct."
"I've heard what you did to Pollen." Palakala glared at someone who was a thousand times more authoritative than he was. "But, I also saw how you escorted the old lady. Those are two contradicting sides of you."
"My daughter is a bitch herself, and I can educate her without constraint."
"She's not your property."
"HAHAHAHA!"
"Craycray, you shut up! You dragged Pollen further down."
"Awwww, someone fix me~" I cried again, without the pepper spray but with a smile this time. That gave Palakala a fright.
"I have no excuses." Desdemona's large eyes didn't intimidate Palakala, though, because she avoided eye contact for the first time. "But I'm also a police, trying to break the trauma chain."
"Trauma chain?"
"Heh heh."
"A person with traumatic experiences that transfers more traumatic experiences to others. It spreads like a disease."
"I... I get it, but…" Palakala sipped on his beer. He knew beer shouldn't be sipped on.
"It's just an observation, because my experience wasn't passed on to me. It simply began with my idol, the person that I begged to become, killing his wife."
"..." I saw her turn to me.
"Isn't that right, 119 daughter?"
"Ho, when an everyday guy kills someone, he's just a murderer. But, when an idol kills someone? That crushes dreams~ Whose fault is that?" I somehow just noticed now, I despised Desdemona, my friend's mom.
"He wrote a lyric that I loved, 'shouldn't love shine brighter in darkness?' It was a depressing song, but I loved it."
"Yeah, and you're not even providing a tiny bit of light for your daughter, huh?"
"You..." For the first time, she smiled.
"My father is the guardian of someone precious to me, so if you degrade him anymore, I'll kill you." And for the first time, I lost my smirk. My tears streamed down incessantly.
The minor phone girl didn't dare to reach for her juice on the table. The two guys regretted making a sound from the beginning of this incident. Perhaps, assisting that grandma would've been a better choice. However…
"You failed as a mother more than as a polic—"
"Stop it, Craycray!" Palakala spoke.
"I'm not stupid. I need to follow the Legislative Mechanism, or I'll lose my job, like how you should obey me—"
"You both headcases, shut up."
"An idealist like you isn't needed, queer." Desdemona.
"Damn it, it's only getting worse!" Palakala.
"Don't call my friend a queer. Real queers are those boys who put on makeup and dress pretty, thinking they look styli—"
"We haven't lost our trust in you, officer," and then, Palakala said that out of the blue.
He was right. From where he returned, the American citizens lost their trust in the police, so they all bought guns to defend and trust themselves.
"What does that mean?"
"China is the safest country in the world. Compared to other countries, we're merely giving bad days to each other."
"..."
"From what you did to Pollen and that grandma, I trust your side with the grandma. You're not a psychopath like what she said, right?" He squinted at phone girl.
"No."
"Then, apart from trying to break the trauma chain, can't you have faith in the 'hope chain'?"
"Idealist." Desdemona snickered.
"Because now, you two just seem childish to me. I know you're a police inspector, and I know Craycray is just cray-cray—"
"I'm not cray-cray—"
"You are. Why can't you just trust the light you're seeing now? Are you going to call me immature for being optimi…idealistic? Because I think you're childish for being pessimistic."
"...Dang it, Palakala..."
"You came from America. You should know better than anyone that the American Assassin—"
"I know what Assassins are. They literally aren't even humans. But if even someone like me can't be optimistic, then no one will." Palakala somehow calmly touched my beer can with his before softly sighing. "I don't want to see the world burn because my friends have beautiful sides that they themselves don't even see. I don't think that thought is childish, and I'm proud to say it."
...
I wished today had never happened.
"And you? What's your excuse for being assholes?" Desdemona's large eyes targeted the two guys and phone girl.
"...Sorry," the three answered.
"Well, I've conveyed my points, but for you…" She stood and turned to Palakala and me. "Say whatever you want, Pollen is mine."
"We'll see about that." I glared.
"What does that mean? And I've never seen Craycray being seriously hostile against others," Palakala thought before realizing Desdemona had appeared beside him. Standing straight, she looked down at him.
"Boy, I'm an idealist who thinks realistically," she said. "There's no excuse for why I treat my daughter like that, but that's not a one-sided problem with me seemingly being the assaulter."
"What did Pollen... No, she wouldn't tell us. She never told us a thing about herself."
"...But you're right."
I was annoyed, but Palakala was silenced when we saw a different smile gradually growing on Desdemona's face. A smile of her hardly visible sense of justice was fine, but that smile also carried gentleness, and that pissed me off.
"The world needs idealists like you to advance."
...
She left, and so did the phone girl. After learning her own little world didn't mean crap to others, would the phone girl start participating in the real world?
"Do you still think he's not manlier than you?" I asked when the two guys stood, finishing their beer.
"..." And they left wordlessly. Yep, they definitely learned that they were nothing.
"Craycray, I'll kneel if you want me to," Palakala, who had been quiet ever since Desdemona left, said. "As long as you don't see it as a joke, but as the proof of my sincerity."
"Meh."
"I heard from Buddy. I know you're struggling. You want to be with your sister—"
"DON'T SPEAK OF MY SISTER!!!" I splashed my beer at him, but fuck, the can was empty.
"But you also want to protect your sister from yourself."
"..."
"Your father and I, Dumdum and Ezra, we all wish no harm to you." Palakala enveloped my hand and looked straight into my eyes. Crap, a gay was making me blush. "We both know what kind of person you are, but I'm willing to help you."
"..."
"Like how I helped that old lady today. I might not be capable, but I'm willing to! I just need you to trust me."
"..."
"Trust that...we can break the chain."
"I'm sorry."
"Huh?"
"I'm sorry about today…"
Emmmmmm...
...
My name is Craycray. That day was gay.