"Hmph. His dick is disabled, cannot stand, cannot go hard. Do you think it can satisfy my VAGINA?"
Did I just say—what!
I just insulted someone else's reproductive organ and my own at the same time.
Am I becoming stupid?
Did I forget to drink my milk this morning?
Or did I forget to pray to God?
A lot of questions flood my mind, and I wonder if I'm actually hearing myself correctly.
How come I can speak such vulgar words without a blush on my face?
But I just did, feeling my mouth move and even smirk.
The words I have never spoken are being spoken out loud without a care for eyes or judgment.
In front of me, people's facial expressions show utter disbelief, some even gasping.
Some have their jaws dropped, mouths open like stupid cartoon characters.
In annoyance at their unnecessary, unwanted attention, I glared at them.
A hard look, threatening eyes boring into each of them.
Probably scared and ashamed for looking at me, they go back to their own business, which they should have been doing to begin with anyway.
Really, people nowadays are gossipers, always wanting gossip about other people's lives but not their own.
Pathetic, honestly.
"Miss Eris. You actually dare to insult Mr. Zaytsev in front of everyone. That is not acceptable, and you must apologize."
A restrained anger and scowl.
It came from a tall woman standing close to the handsome cripple whom I had just called out for his dick not getting hard.
This middle-aged woman wore circular glasses, a neat ponytail, and a fitted skirt for a classic secretary look.
One look is enough and obvious to assume she's the secretary of the crippled man across the coffee table.
I found myself glancing at this supposed Mr. Zaytsev.
The whole aura of the person is shouting that you are not allowed to mess with me, or you shall die, just like in those cliché CEO novels.
Ouch.
Do such people still exist in this modern world?
Though one cannot deny this man's face is a premium, hard-to-find 'face' card, and his expensive suits scream old money.
These advantages are more than enough to make any love-brained woman go crazy for him.
But the fact that both his legs are fixed to his wheelchair is a big NO-go for me.
I will not become this person's wife with a dick that would never stand.
Yes, whoever can hear my thoughts heard that right.
It's because I am meeting this crippled man, whose dick cannot stand, for a blind date.
An arranged marriage set up by my stuck-in-the-past parents.
Pretty cliché, right?
As if I'm one of those unfortunate cannon-fodder characters in an online web novel.
Well, I know my parents aren't in their right mind anyway.
After all, what kind of parents would marry off their eldest daughter to a cold-looking, expressionless man?
This Mr… Zaytsev?
He looks like a gloomy, isolated emo guy whose mother never loved him.
Not my type of husband at all.
His obsidian-black eyes meet mine, and I glare back, though he's staring at me as if I'm a dead person.
I'm not scared of you, Mr. Crippled Man.
"Insult? Are you stupid? When did facts become an insult?"
I snapped back, aiming at the secretary, whose mouth gaped for a second.
"Does Lady Eris know what they're saying?"
Another voice. Another idiot wanting to join the fight against me.
I looked to the left of the crippled man and saw a young man in his early twenties, wearing oversized square glasses, a blue suit, and holding a tablet.
This is another assistant, obviously and clearly a stupid talker.
"Of course I know what I'm saying, unlike you asking stupid questions."
I could feel the look of contempt flashing in my eyes as I responded, standing up and turning back again.
I couldn't help but comment on the way these people dressed.
"And really, square glasses, circle glasses? Why are all your assistants wearing these ugly spectacles? So ugly."
Pausing at those words, I didn't hesitate to let my gaze fall on the eyes staring at me with stern coldness.
At that very moment, I wasn't backing down.
I was determined to speak the truth.
The crippled man should be grateful I was telling him facts.
"You can't even stand properly, and you can't hire a helper with any sense of fashion."
"What did you just say!"
The secretary probably couldn't handle my words, which just shows how weak she is.
"I just said I insulted you. And that's what an insult is!"
Talking back like this gave me a bit of satisfaction and energy in my chest.
I could feel every drop of blood in my body boiling with delight, and I even felt like I could knock someone else's head.
Glancing back at the other's scowling face, I even let out a laugh.
Heh.
Who cares if the other's eyes practically wanted to kill her, or how much the two big melons in front were heaving?
I wasn't going to care about that.
Who is she anyway?
An annoying woman who joined the conversation just to be seen by the crippled man.
I bet she has a crush on her boss, judging by that flushed face darting back and forth between him and the others.
You can see she's worried about how people are reacting.
Love-brained woman!
Dissatisfaction rose just from looking at this annoying secretary, and staying in this place only made me more upset.
"Forget this meeting. We're not going through with the engagement. I'm not going to marry you, a crippled man!"
After saying that, I slammed my right hand on the coffee table.
A sting of pain made my skin tingle, but I ignored it through gritted teeth.
Walking away from the coffee table, I left behind my blind date who couldn't even stand.
Many eyes followed my silhouette, but I didn't falter with each step.
They could stare all they wanted.
The family's long-time driver, who was waiting in the parking lot, caught sight of me walking forward.
He immediately walked up to greet me and bowed his head slightly.
"Lady Eris, may I ask why you came out so quickly?"
"What? I can't?"
I looked back, raising an eyebrow.
This old driver seemed to have become stupid and not very good.
He should be fired tomorrow.