Yera stared at the man in front of her. His candy pink coloured hair was tousled into a mess. His drunken eyes stared at her in a haze.
He was drunk. Wasted.
However, she wasn't staring at him die to his stupid look but because there was something in front of her eyes,unseen by anyone except her. A pale blue screen that reflected the words-
'Welcome back host Yera.'
And nothing else,that was all the pale blue screen -the system had to say to her, but she understood it immediately.
Perks of being with it for all the lifetimes she had gone through.
"Mm.. Yera... help me get hoommee..nooo take me to yooourrrs...." He groaned and slurred slightly as he leaned his body on her.
Yera's ice cold deadpan expression broke a little on bearing his pig weight.
Tsk. What was this guy eating? Concrete? Did he want to break her back?
He was Marcus Aurelius, the son of a very important figure of their City A.
" Yeraa..." His arms circled her waist. Marcus pulled the soft, small body to himself and squeezed a little, eating some tofu.
"Mmm.. or you.. you take me to your h.. house?" He grunted out again, trying to persuade her as he continued pulling and pressing Yera's on himself.
Yera's expression cracked completely as she felt a hard thing pressing on her thigh and she swatted his arm away as she grumbled, " Put your arm on my shoulder. I'll take you home."
"Yaaeeehh..wait..noo..." Sadness dripped from Marcus's mouth and he tried to hug Yera again.
Yera's thoughts were not with him at all as she sighed. She was still not sure if it was true but there was only one scenario like this in all the lives she had lived.
Her original world.
And... It was partly her fault that he was like this. She let him drown in drinks since she had planned something back then.. but now that she was here, Year couldn't help but release a choir of sighs.
Anyways, Yera dragged him out under the suprised and shocked gazes of the people in the high end bar. First, the man she was basically carrying looked to weigh a lot but her petite body was able to carry him. Second, was that the Prime Minister's son!?
Yera grumbled about his weight in a corner of her mind although she knew her body better than anyone. He weighed nothing compared to what she had to hold and carry to her body. However, that didnt mean she couldn't spit out some spiteful words...
She was petty aight?! Sue her.
" My Yera is strong... " Marcus pouted and then nuzzled his head into Yera's hair. Praising her. Although he was delirious,he knew he was pretty heavy for a small woman like Yera.
"Who said im yours!?"
Well, maybe not that small of a woman..
"... Me?" Marcus sounded as if he was mocking her. Was she deaf? He just said it..
Yera glanced at him causally and then dropped him ,heartlessly stepping aside and leaving him to stumble on the ground aimlessly.
"Since you have ths energy to mock me, then I'm sure you can walk back to the car yourself."
...
..
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Closing the driver's door in the expensive looking car, Yera stared at the man she had stuffed in her passenger seat in a daze. She decided to help him get back to the car after a few minutes of sadistically watching him crawl and ask for forgivness with a smile on her face since his legs gave out and he couldn't walk.
After staring at Marcus's face for a while, she leaned back in the driver's seat and weaved her fingers through her hair.
Was she really back or was it .. a loop like last time?
With a sigh, Yera started her car.
Stupid pig.
VROOM VROOM!
The engine grumbled and the car drove off at a ground breaking speed.
...
While Yera was, driving Marcus stirred in his seat and opened his blurry eyes. He groaned at the pain in his head.
His neck felt stiff and he massaged it while glancing around. Marcus spotted Yera in the driver's seat and was confused for a second..
Where was he?
"Yera.. where are.. we going?"
"Im taking you back home." She side glanced him while driving smoothly on the road.
" Home? Are.. you taking me to your place or ...? "
"..." She looked at him speechlessly.
"..No."
" Awww...."
" Sleep.. Marcus "
" I...*snore*"
"..."
Yera soon arrived at a mansion located at a lush place, a bit far from the urban center. The guards at the gate open it for her after seeing her.
On reaching the main house, she got out of the car and pressed a button at the side of the door. A man dressed in black opened the door.
On seeing Yera, he opened it completely and bowed to her.
"Miss Yera.What pleasure do I hold for you to come to Master Marcus's abode?" He gracefully said. His voice continued wisdom which showed his age contrasting his slightly youthful face. However, one could still spot the disdain in his tone even if it was subtle.
What trouble had this missy done again? Why was she even there? Had she gotten Master Marcus involved?
"Young master Marcus is in my car, please make sure he gets enough rest. He has had more than enough to drink for the night, butler."
'In her car?'. The butler slightly peeked at Yera only to see her walking away.
The butler gathered his wits and followed Yera toward her car. When she opened it, she found Marcus staring at her dazedly.
" Are you leaving?" He asked sadly, hugging her waist and burying his face in her stomach.
Yera was slightly shocked by the contact and gently grabbed him by the shoulders...
... and then shook him vigorously.
Seeing as the dazed looked in his eyes faded slightly,she whispered," Marcus, were home. Go sleep, we'll see each other tomorrow."
She needed some time to think things over and process.
Yera then let go of him and let the butler handle his Master. She just watched while leaning on her car.
The butler gathered Marcus in his arms and when Yera was about to get in her car and leave, she felt someone tug her arm.
Hey... I...coul... could you give me.. k..kissi? Not..on my cheek though...Y.. Yera. " It was Marcus with his absurd request.
He had his lips puckered in the air.
Butler : Well this just got awkward...