Miss Jimenez keeps kissing me, but in the end she sighs, pulls away and puts on her clothes.
"I hope it's my stupid husband so I can bash his head in."
"Please refrain from using violence!"
"Pfft! What does a kid knows…?"
I sigh.
"Tina is going to kill me…"
"I wouldn't be so sure," says the same, smoky female voice behind me. "Hey. I hope you don't mind if I step in. You know, as the villain of the piece."
The Morningstar comes in as if seemingly from nowhere, dressed from head to toe like a delivery girl, together with her grey cap and waterproof jacket.
"Salutations," she says touching her chin twice. "Or no, wait, how was it? You change common greeting gestures every century on this world…!"
"What are you doing here?"
Her grin is almost innocent.
And it is still hard to look away. Claire is the most beautiful girl I have ever had, and the most beautiful human girl I have ever seen, but there is something to the Morningstar that just draws you in, like the gravity pull from a black hole.
"Quality control," she says, moving closer to take a look at my ring.
Her ring, practically. At this point, this thing belongs just as much to her as it does to me.
"You are getting all you want, even if you don't know it yet. Keep your soul nice and cozy for me. Everything seems to be working just fine."
"No shit Sherlock," I reply, piqued.
"Is that… what does that mean? I have heard of this Sherlock guy." She takes off her cap and scratches her white-haired head.
"Nevermind. Besides, was it you at the door?"
"Perhaps." She winks, the little jerk. Oh, she pretends not to understand Earth very well, but she seems to know certain gestures, doesn't she? How annoying. I would just like she'd leave me alone if she is here only to tease. "Besides, I think you have something more pressing to think about at the moment…" she disappears behind me and I don't hear her steps anymore.
All I hear is a muffled scream coming from the front door.
"What's going on? Teacher?" I shout. Oh, I hope it's not her husband! That would be terrible, especially if he finds me like this. I don't think this ring works on men! He's going to cut me with the kitchen knife!
I hear steps coming from the front door and…
In comes a young woman, dressed just like Morningstar like a delivery girl. She removes her cap and her jacket to show a nice and perky pair of D-cups.
Wait, I know those tits…
She pulls up her facemask to reveal Claire's face, her eyes filled with fury.
"How dare she! Doesn't she know who I am? She's lucky Daddy knows her husband, otherwise… oh, but dear, see how she has mistreated you!"
I just nod and grin.
"Let's get you out of here," she says pulling out a paper cutter from her jacket.
Uh, that thing looks sharp - but at least the blade is perfectly clean.
"I…"
"You need to come home with me. To a real home, not this cramped place."
Uh, what kind of home does she live in again?
She pulls me up and I am grateful for the help, really. After an entire day like that, I feel completely dehydrated and in need of some rest.
"You did not kill our teacher, did you?"
"No," she says rolling her eyes, "though I would have wanted to for stealing my love. That bitch really deserved it. But I just… well, you'll see."
As we reach the entrance I see that she indeed took care of things… she has used the paper cutter to absolutely vandalize the entrance door and all the expensive-looking wooden decorations… together with giving a few of the paintings a sharp makeover.
I wince at the signs of her fury.
Do I really enjoy these girls fighting like this? The ring is having too much power over me…
Claire could be a real monster with that paper cutter if she wanted to… damn, I really hope the rind does not push them to the point of actually killing each other, even though, knowing what just happened with the car and our fall in the ditch and everything…
Speaking of which, my ankle is still hurting. I let out a groan of pain and Claire helps me walk out of the door… I toss one last look at Miss Jimenez 's body motionless on the floor. She's breathing, but Claire still took her time to draw all sort of obscenities over her plump body with a black marker.
She can be incredibly petty.
I push the door close behind us while Claire shots me a dirty look.
"What? I'm just… in case someone finds her like this we will not be implied in anything bad." I click the doors shut and I withdraw from the precious mahogany, once again into her warm embrace.
"You are too thoughtful," she groans, giving me a peck on my lips. "Must be one of the reasons why I fell in love with you so hard."
"Yeah…" and about that, I should definitely tell her that I am with Tina now, but with my ankle in this state I don't think I can really run away.
Maybe I can share the news when I am back home.
She is taking me home, isn't she?
No, she said something about a proper house…
And in fact, I see another black limousine parked just outside the mansions' garden.
How many of those does she own?
"I… can you bring me home… to my house I mean?"
"You are coming home, dear. Home with me."
I gulp at the two men in black suits coming out of the limousine. They don't seem to be the same as this afternoon, but I feel like they are going to be just as tough.
I just wanted to hold hands and get my dick wet, dammit!
My fingers reach for the ring. Maybe if I took it off… forget all about this and turn back to my ordinary life…
But one look at Claire's exposed, delicious tits makes me go back on my decision at once. I need to find another way. I can find another way – I can manage to keep Tina and maybe I can find a way to hold the others at bay.
Or so I say to myself.
"Listen, I-"
I can't even finish that line that the first of the two bodyguards fall against the car and then on the ground.
The other checks on him, and then he folds like a paper figurine.
"Uh, Claire…" I point behind her at the two bodyguards, asleep on the ground.
"What do you… ah…" her eyes roll back in her head and she falls on the ground as well.
"Claire…? Claire!"
A sudden piercing sensation to my neck – and then I also fall into darkness.