"What's wrong?"
The lady looked at Iwan with a worried expression.
She could see the young man in front of her letting out sudden, painful moans from time to time.
Iwan stopped, looked at the maiden in front of him, and bit his lips before going for his own neck.
His hands landed on a chain around his neck, and Iwan slowly raised the chain; as he pulled it out from under his shirt, a blinding shine appeared in their view.
A bright red key was hanging from the chain.
Just a glance at the red key caused the beautiful lady to tremble.
"What?"
The lady mumbled. Her light, fluffy eyebrows were making a straight bridge just from the amount of shock she had received by landing her eyes on the key.
But, Iwan wasn't in his right senses. He couldn't notice the minute changes in the woman sitting right beside him.
"Take this, lady."
Iwan forced the chain along with the key into the lady's hand.
The key was the same one Iwan's father had given him before abandoning him.
The key wasn't any ordinary key. It was the key to the truck where Iwan and Pudin had spent their best and worst days together.
"Mhmm."
An instant.
The time it takes for one to blink their eye.
Or the time it takes for an annoying fly to take its heavenly flight.
That is how much time had passed since Iwan had placed his truck's key in the soft hand of the maiden.
As Iwan placed the key in her hand, a hot sensation entered her hand and ravaged her body.
"Ah, Mhmmm."
The moaning sounds came out naturally while her body faced inner destruction that wasn't visible to Iwan.
Iwan was moaning in pain a moment ago, and now the tables had turned. Sadly, no one was around this place; otherwise, this wrecking yard would have become Japan's number one most stimulating spot.
Seeing the lady's reaction in front of him, Iwan could only blush.
'I didn't know that the martial artists of the Ice Raven Sect were interested in dual cultivation.'
'I do want to assist her and lose my purity! But, at what cost?'
'I also won't be able to take responsibility for anything, especially when I don't even know her status in the Sect. Maybe they won't even let me rest in peace. Eternal torture by the people of the Ice Raven Sect.'
The excited Iwan, who wanted to fulfill his everlasting desire, and the mature Iwan, who didn't want to leave anything behind, were clashing inside Iwan's head.
The excitement finally ended in a few seconds as Iwan crushed his desires.
"Sorry, lady. No matter what you do, I have decided to put an end to my path."
Iwan said with a proud smile.
Iwan was over the moon, seeing as how the lady's romantic advances didn't work on him and how he could hold back his desires. Controlling his wishes was a prideful end for Iwan.
'But. why can't I stop crying?'
In the end, he couldn't fool himself. Tears rolled down his face in a stream as though someone had just slashed off his third leg with a fire saber.
Iwan was an extreme example of someone who was only attached to what was happening inside him or to him.
While Iwan was busy in his World, the lady was already in a thrashed state.
She was sweating profusely and looked like a dried-up piece of meat.
Iwan was bent on ending his life; thus, he ignored the painful expression on the beauty's face. But, he still couldn't miss the "Ah," "Ahem," "Mhmm," and "Oh" sounds she was making continuously.
"TAKE IT!"
Among the countless moans of pain, the beautiful lady was finally able to say something.
While glancing at the key in her hand, she said the words, but Iwan wasn't ready to understand her.
"Sorry, LADY. I CAN'T take it. I am like a thorn, so I can never defile a rose like you."
Misunderstanding the lady's words in front of her, Iwan poetically declined her.
'Should I die as Iwan Shakespeare instead of just Iwan? HOHOHO~'
"FU- AH~ YOU- OH~ TAK- AHH~ YOUR KEY!"
The lady mumbled while painfully letting out the same sounds from before in a very dubious way.
Thankfully, no matter how big of a selfish bastard Iwan was, he was far away from being a blind one.
Iwan reacted like a hawk diving on a hare. The key was back in his hand while a drop of sweat was sneakily traveling down his face.
The lady had lost all her composure, but her beauty was still there. Then, with her shaking eyes and weak body, she fell forward towards Iwan.
Being the gentleman he was, Iwan pulled her in his embrace so that she won't get 'hurt.'
"Are you okay?"
Iwan asked the lady, who couldn't even breathe properly.
'I am glad.'
Iwan thought but not because he was having the time of his life, but finally, instead, he didn't have to hear any more of her (painful) moans.
"Your key is an artifact. A divine one at that. Did you lie to me about your past?"
A hoarse voice entered Iwan's ears. The voice was rising from his chest; the tired lady was finally speaking.
'A divine artifact. This key that looks like a swollen third leg of a chimpanzee is a divine artifact?'
Iwan felt a chill that embraces his whole body. Then, a traumatic experience popped up in his mind because of this intense chill that he was feeling.
He was getting flashbacks of his father giving him a necklace that was just a chain with this key attached to it.
'It's like I have been stranded naked in a snowstorm of Yakutsk.'
Iwan couldn't stop himself from remembering his hometown back in Russia.
Then, he felt a stinging pain burrowing into his chest towards his heart, like a freaking worm.
Iwan rolled his eyes down and found a sharp layer of ice covering the lady's soft hand that he had once loved to hold. Her hand looked like a claw, which was none other than the same technique that the lady had used before.
'It's the fucking ice claw of ice raven sect.'
"Are you going to kill me?"
Iwan knew what was happening.
'Is this a curse left behind by my runaway father?'
Iwan wanted to curse the exact man who had left this key as a parting gift.
"Just answer me."
The lady shouted in anger while headbutting Iwan's chest.
After suddenly hitting him with her head, she pushed it more towards Iwan instead of pulling back.
"Flirting with me while keeping me on death's door. Oh maiden, you are just a crazy demon."
Iwan mumbled before feeling the ice claw digging deeper towards his chest.
'I did want to die but not this fast.'
Thinking about how he wasn't ready to die a few minutes earlier, Iwan shook his head.
"What I told you about my past is..."
"MY LADY!"
Thousands of voices covered the wrecking yard; thus, the confession of Iwan was interrupted in a flashy manner.
'Oh...AH~ she pushed it even deeper than before.'
Iwan was shocked beyond belief.
He was interrupted because of some unmannered bastards, and their sudden interruption would be causing his death at this rate.
Iwan grabbed the ice claw with his bare hand and gently moved it away as he whispered into the angered beauty's ear.
"Wait, a minute, my lady."
Iwan got up and looked at the people rushing in wave after wave into the wrecking yard while screaming and shouting the same word repeatedly.
"Get that trash."
"Calling me trash on our first meeting. Now, let me ask something."
Iwan waited for them to stop around him, and in an instant, he found himself surrounded.
He felt greatly astonished by their speed, but that didn't stop him from keeping his cool.
"Who the fuck are you guys?"
"Ding!"
The moment Iwan shouted to show his anger, a dark red screen opened right in front of him.
Too many things happened at once.
'Where do I even look, and what is this?'
With redness covering his eyes because of the screen and the screams of the people who had suddenly surrounded him, Iwan danced like a falling leaf as he finally fell on the lady behind him.
"BASTARD!"
Thousands of cries fell on Iwan like raindrops.