Malthus called gay.
And honestly? Valid.
I an, I winked at the man.
If a man did that to I would have first taken him into a dark alley and called my landlord.
Why would I have called my landlord? Because he is a gay rapist. How do I know this? Well, I once caught him doing the deed in front of , I saw all of it with my own eyes... in the mirror.
But still, an impotent man calling gay? I can’t accept it. It’s like a feminist calling a misogynist just because I called her a slut while she was filming a threeso for her onlyfans. (I was the caraman)
Hence, I would not allow Malthus to call that.
"I am not Gay!" I shouted.
"Then why did you winked at ?"
"Because for a second I believed my aunty. If you want to accuse then accuse of stupidity because I listened to her."
"I heard her too but I didn’t winked. You winked because you had so twisted intentions in your heart for ."
"I want to kill you, dumbass! What intention can be more twisted than this? I am out for your blood here."
"You touched my balls, you licked my palm, you winked at . Now everything makes sense. You don’t want to kill , you want to see naked and do things."
"... Do things? Listen, man. If I don’t get a swimming pool I won’t resort to a gutter. And you are only thinking what you want to do. You want it to be true but it is not. And besides, my aunty’s plan worked anyway."
Malthus frowned. "It worked?"
I smiled. "You are not dragging anymore."
His brows shot up.
He only saw it now.
My wink took him off guard and before he knew it, he wasn’t trying to rip off my hand and had also stopped dragging .
But there was one problem.
"Yes! I was right again!"
All of this made my aunty confident.
Her plans were working, in a way, and the future scared .
Because she could have been stopped before but after two back to back hits, she would be unstoppable now.
"Alright, Racis. Let’s team up. Here’s my next plan."
No. Spare . Please.
"Kiss him."
"Da fuck?"
"Da fuck?"
I showed my usual reaction but even Malthus was involved this ti.
A woman made two grown n uncomfortable.
and Malthus looked at each other and Malthus looked at more intensely?
"Don’t tell you want a kiss now."
"Wha- of course not! I just want to tell you that if you don’t shut her up, I will kill her."
"... Is that a threat? Because it’s not sothing I’ll be against to."
"Angh. Fine. If you don’t stop her, then I’ll kiss you for real. The Japanese type. The type that people will mistake as soone took a bite of an apple."
I gulped.
"Aunty, don’t you dare speak another word. I don’t want my lips to look like inflated condoms."
"Aww. But I wanted to see two n kiss."
"I won’t sacrifice my first kiss for your personal gains. And I lost my two friends. I am supposed to be angry at their deaths, not at my own family!"
"Fine. I’ll stop talking. But never forget that you are alive just because two of my ideas worked."
"Yeah. You are so smart. Those ideas were revolutionary. You will invent the first phone for this world, you testosterone filled Marie Curie. Happy now?"
"Who is a Phone and what is Marie Curie?"
"Work on where to use who and what first. Then we’ll talk."
"Okay. Good luck anyway."
Hah.
She finally shut her trap.
"She won’t speak again, right?" Malthus asked. Poor guy got traumatized.
"No. Not till both of us are alive at least."
"I see. Then after killing you, I will kill her before she can speak again."
Wow. First ti I am tempted to die.
But of course, as if I will die before making him pay for making my grandma cry.
"Let get up first."
"As if I will let you do that."
"Brave of you to assu I was asking for your permission."
Malthus had his leg on my chest but I wasn’t the sa hero king who felt weak.
I was a God of war.
I know I said it for the hundredth ti, but I don’t get to be a God daily. So I am just milking it.
I raised both of my hands and held Malthus’ leg that was on my chest.
Then, with all my strength.. I began lifting it up.
Malthus’ face found wrinkles and I too scrunched my face to the limit.
A little more strength and Malthus’ foot would be lifted and I’ll probably shit myself.
But to hell with shit.
I just want to get up.
"Get off my chestttt!"
I yelled and in the clash of Malthus’ full strength and mine, I won.
Because I didn’t just have strength, I had the love of my grandma.
Malthus’ foot was lifted from my chest, just inches above and that was enough for .
I slid to the side and stood up.
Malthus’ foot landed back on the ground and we were face to face again for another face off.
Malthus cracked his knuckles.
I stretched my neck, left and right.
"Let’s do this the authentic way, Malthus." I said.
"What’s that? And it’s better be serious."
"It’s as serious as an Asian parent wanting their child to beco engineer or doctor."
"... Just tell ."
I nodded.
I clenched my fists and brought them close to my face.
Malthus saw it and his lips curled up.
"It’s authentic indeed. But before that.. we need a crowd."
I couldn’t care less so I just nodded and Malthus snapped his fingers.
WHISHH!
The next mont, around us both, a large number of people arrived.
And they were none other than Malthus’ soldiers.
"Well then," Malthus finally took the sa stance as .
"Shall we begin, human king?"
"It’s already started."
BANGG!
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