A Game Of Chess With Chapter 68: Thick Thighs?

Chapter 68: Thick Thighs?

Valentine smiled and gulped down a full glass of alcohol.

"I need to drink because I... I don’t know how to say what I want to tell you."

"Why? Is it that bad?" Olive probed, curious.

Valentine gave a nod. "I think it is."

"Ah...I see. Well then, if you don’t want to talk about it, don’t push your—"

"I was sexually abused by a woman many years ago," Valentine said as fast as he could, imdiately shutting Olive up. He took another glass of alcohol to digest it.

"W-WHAT!!" Olive was dumbstruck and speechless. He wasn’t sure if he heard him right. "T-that is not true, right? You’re joking, right?"

He was not willing or, more likely, able to believe it.

"Ha...ha... I really wish it was." Valentine cackled cynically, ignoring his face, which had turned red due to the amount of alcohol he was taking. "I still rember how constantly she would co..." He rested his face into his palms, embarrassed to complete his sentence even though it was not his fault.

"I always cried and pleaded for her to stop, but she never listened even once. I felt so... disgusted, abused, and, you know, at one point, I wanted to kill myself. I felt so sickened, and the bruises on my body made

feel nauseated. I would always vomit so badly because I couldn’t stand it."

He threw his head back and laughed.

"One day, I could not take it anymore, so I broke her head with the bedside lamp and stabbed her neck with my putty knife, killing her. She was the first and only life I had taken, and I watched her bleed to death before my eyes."

"But you know what I find funny? It was the fact that deep inside of , I felt happy while I watched her die. I didn’t feel scared or shaken that I had killed soone, haha. If I had the chance again, I was going to murder her in an even more miserable way. Tsk, she deserved it for ruining my life, regardless of my endless plea."

Olive was in deep shock. He could not even bring himself to speak or utter a single word. Yes, he could already tell that sothing traumatic had happened to him, but this was the least of his expectations.

"How...is that possible? You’re a prince! Who would touch a prince? Also, did no one have an idea of what was going on?" he further inquired.

Valentine shrugged. "My older brother knew. He was the only one who cared and understood, despite dealing with his own sh*t at the ti. He was a whole worse ss than I was."

"What... about your father? Didn’t you let him know? I an, he could have done so—"

"My father was aware, Olive. The woman that did that to

was a friend of his." Valentine chuckled, finding the whole incident amusing.

Olive furiously fluttered his eyes in total disbelief. "Wh..."

"Pfft, when I killed the b*tch, my father punished

severely by bedridden

for a whole month. He said I was worthless—a child born of a maid and under no circumstances did I have the luxury to complain. It’s funny, no?" Valentine asked with a pained smile on his lips.

Olive frowned at him. "You shouldn’t say that! Nothing is funny about that ssed-up situation."

He rested his head back on the sofa. "You and Don are a whole bunch of ssed-up individuals," he muttered to himself.

"Huh?" Valentine, who didn’t catch on to his words clearly, crinkled his brows.

Olive imdiately shook his head at him. "It’s nothing."

"But you said sothing." Valentine was hiccuping, showing he had gotten quite drunk.

"I didn’t. And please, stop drinking so much." Olive was apprehensive.

Valentine waved his hand, not at all bothered. "I’m fine."

Olive stared at him and tilted his head with his hand supporting his jaw. "So, let

guess, you’re basically afraid of won now?"

Valentine gave a nod.

"Sothing like that. I don’t like being close to them either. It just reminds

of that..." He could not complete his words.

Olive exhaled deeply. "Don’t tell

you have never attempted to satisfy yourself."

"I have never," Valentine affird.

"What!" Olive imdiately looked at him with broadened eyes. "Why? How have you survived this long without having an intimate encounter at least once?"

Valentine shrugged as he chuckled. "It baffles

as well. I’ve just never felt like it. I an, I feel disgusted. The one ti I attempted to, I felt my skin crawl, and I ended up in that state as well. I love won, but I can’t go that far with them because I can’t get over my trauma."

"Then... how will you get married? Or don’t you intend to do so?" Olive queried.

"Nope." Valentine shook his head at him. "I don’t have the intention of getting married. I plan to be a bachelor for the rest of my life!" He gave it a thumbs up.

"Hmm..." Olive crossed his legs and folded his arms. "What type of won do you like?"

Valentine looked at him. He thought seriously about it before saying, "I don’t really have a particular preference. As long as I like you, that is all that matters to ."

Olive was a bit surprised.

"And what about you? What type of won do you like?" Valentine asked, curious.

"Hmm..let’s see." Olive stroked his chin as he thought about it. "I like beautiful won with thick thighs."

Valentine blinked at him. "Thick thighs? Why?"

"Because they’re attractive." OIive shrugged. "Have you seen a woman with thick thighs sit down? Have you laid your head on thick thighs?"

Valentine shook his head. "No, I have not."

"No wonder why." Olive laughed. "You will understand the wonders of thick thighs when you do."

He stood up from the couch.

"Also..." he scratched the back of his neck. "You can stay for as long as you want. I am going to my room. The guest room is empty. You are free to occupy it."

He left before Valentine could reply.