After finishing getting all my stuff done, I take one last glance at the classroom. Everything seems fine and in proper order. Soone will co to check it before closing anyway but I don’t like leaving unnecessary work for janitors.
I leave and lock the door with my ID card. Looking to the left and right, I spot a few people roaming the corridors. So are waiting for their classes, so may be just leaving like my guys. There’s no exact schedule for classes. It’s another perk of being a teacher here. You can freely manage the ti as long as you cover the material you are obliged to. That’s why there won’t be any problems with ending earlier.
「Well then, let’s hit a bathroom on the way. Nature is calling.」
As per usual I take the stairs. I might be a gar/bookworm/weeb/etc., but that does not an I’m a lazy ass fatso or just a lazy bum. As they say it nowadays, fit is lit, and I agree. It’s not like there are tens of floors here.
Well, I do care about my body and how I look, even though I don’t visit public spaces where I could show off my abs often. I might not be the hottest piece in the neighbourhood, but I do keep myself slim and fit with a bit of muscle here and there. I always had a thing for well-built bodies, and my father is at fault for this as he is a soldier, always in perfect shape. Or rather he was…
「You just had to go MIA on old man, huh…」
With a slightly sour mood, I enter the bathroom on the lobby floor and head straight to the urinal, lost in thought. Every ti I rember him, I sohow start thinking about my whole life. Well, it wasn’t the worst, but on the other hand, it definitely wasn’t normal.
As I’ve ntioned before, my mother was, and actually still is, a prostitute. That was her chosen career path as far as I know. No one forced her into that business. She just believed that’s easy money and didn’t find anything wrong with selling her body. And don’t misunderstand , I have nothing against it too. As long as it’s out of volition, no one has the right to judge others. I an, it’s a job like any other. And if she likes it, that’s just hitting two birds with one stone.
Anyway, she was working in a pretty decent establishnt. The girls were treated fine. It wasn’t so cheap-ass brothel barely on the legal path. My father, as a soldier usually does, was accumulating a lot of stress and bad vibes, and visiting that place was his type of escape from it. Nothing clears your head better than a big ol’ nut in the hut.
They t a few tis, under obvious conditions, and always had a pretty good ti. He started requesting her at his every visit. She was kinda his type, at least anatomically speaking. So, after so ti, he started developing feelings for her. And fortunately for him, so did she. At least that’s what she told him, but…
He proposed and she agreed. He bought a small villa, they went on a honeymoon, things were looking great and lovely, a couple of lovebirds found their other halves in a kinda unusual spot, but why judge. She left the company on good terms and moved in with my father, living a life in luxury. Naturally, duty calls, and he was ho less ti than he was not.
Fortunately for , he was there when I was born, because yes, they of course decided to have a child, or rather my father just didn’t want to let in the thought he would not be having a son, sohow convincing mother.
For the first three years, we were your usual happy family. Since he was a sniper in so kind of elite covert ops, and from what I know one of the best, he luckily avoided having to leave for an operation for so long. But that couldn’t go on forever.
Just the next morning after he left for his first mission after their marriage, she changed a full one-eighty. Around Father, she had always been flirty, cutesy, lovey-dovey and caring. But when left alone with just , she was a literal bitch.
At first, she at least tried to pay attention to , but with ti she just couldn’t keep up the act. I was treated as a pushover, without a glint of any respect or motherly care. Feed with sothing, a bath once in a while, left in a corner for the rest of the ti while she was gone or just enjoying herself with all the modern commodities. And obviously, I was getting hit for anything done wrong. Under her intense care, I learned how to properly use the toilet, eat, bathe and sohow do sothing with myself in my spare ti.
It kinda went like that until I was seven. Of course, during the ti before, Father was back a few tis, but always just for a week or less. He was really busy. Mother was in her wifey mode obviously, sending glares constantly to not slip up about anything. When Father visited, it was the only good ti I had. He often told many stories about himself and explained a lot about firearms and such, although it took so years until I was old enough to learn a thing or two from him.
So, when I was seven, she got even worse. She started getting drunk or taking drugs often, which led to being beaten to the bone. She started disappearing for days. On so, she locked in my room tied to a chair, gagged and with headphones connected to the PC, playing so kind of death tal usually. Even with those, I was able to hear all the fucking around the house. She basically started ordering male prostitutes and inviting her friends for orgies.
I had to start being self-sufficient. Shopping and stuff like that. And obviously, since she barely knew anything about cooking, ordering food too. Fortunately, there was that PC in my room, so I was able to do most stuff online. And naturally, it also functioned as my escape. I picked up ani pretty early, around being nine. Helped survive.
Ti went by, she was a bitch, father was a good and loving guy. Around being nine, I slowly started to realize she was just using him. He told about how they t a lot of tis, obviously sugarcoating so details, but with the help of the Internet, I kinda figured out most of the things. It was obvious she was in it purely for money and never even considered his feelings. And I was just so random trash standing in the way of her fun.
When I was ten, she finally got fed up with acting. When Father was away, she started scheming for a perfect divorce. She managed to create a fake cheating scenario, gathered tons of fake evidence, along with so young girl who was supposedly the one my father had an affair with, prepared lots of other evidence on how she was just a brokenhearted and loving housewife, etc. I have no idea how she was able to bribe all the people from the school who were in the court process to testify how I am one of the worst child delinquents they ever had.
In school, I was this typical introverted kid with a gloomy look, always spending ti alone and ignoring others. My PC and the Internet were all I needed. I wasn’t ignoring classes or anything. Learning was another thing I really liked.
But, anyway, with all the preparation and backing, she obviously won. She not only got all the stuff that was theirs as a couple but also extorted more money from him and kicked out of her life. Fortunately, whoever was helping her was not stupid enough to throw a ten-year-old kid into the streets, so they contacted my father’s parents and they took in.
I was eleven when my father got back from his mission. I thought he would be furious when his parents explained everything to him, but he was devastated instead. It seed like he really loved her. At least he didn’t go into denial and tried making himself believe it was all my fault.
The thing he loved most after her, was thankfully . I was consoling him for days, telling him she was a total cunt not worthy of him and always was using him for money. It looked codic as fuck, an eleven-year-old boy trying to console a military vet, but well, they always are getting weaker psychologically with ti.
Sohow we managed to get through his depression. That bitch went back to working in the brothel after all that. Her overindulgence quickly drained all the money she extorted, and naturally, she had no way to uphold the villa.
But, back to when I was eleven. Things were fine after that. The grandparents were a really nice couple. I finally started living a normal life. Oh, and they lived in Ireland while my previous locum was in Great Britain, so there was no problem with school.
Months flew by, dad visited when he could, he started teaching more seriously about military stuff, even started training a bit in the use of a knife and hand to hand combat. At least at the level where even a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid could follow. But well, it’s not like I was your normal kid. Overall, happy tis.
Then, one day when I was fifteen and chilling in my grandparents' house watching ani, a bell to the door rang. I went to answer it and was t with a police officer. Granny showed up behind soon after. He handed us a letter and inford us that my father went MIA during his latest operation. I was crying locked in my room for at least three days.
After that, nothing much really happened. I swore to my now MIA dad that I will strive to be the best possible grandson for his parents and that I will do my best to live my life properly. I thought about getting into the military just like him, but sowhere along the way, I decided against it. I was too deep into gaming, books, movies and other stuff to let go of it. Additionally, I swore to get revenge on that whore in his stead, but fortunately, with ti, I realized it would be totally pointless to waste my ti and efforts on her. She better be praying to whatever god she believes in that I don't accidentally et her sowhere.
You might think that because of her, I started treating all other won like shit, but fortunately, as a kid, I only saw her as a purely evil creature, not a woman or a girl. Or I just inherited this kind of gentleness towards girls from my father.
Enough of this sorrowful stuff. Back to the present day.
After relieving myself, I limp to the faucet to wash my hands. What greets in the mirror is a familiar appearance. Mine obviously. A firm man dressed in a blue cross-patterned shirt and a simple beige jacket looks straight into the eyes, and I look into his, and they are of a grey colour. On his head, also bountiful dium-long straight grey hair, with a bit longer backside. He combs his forelock slightly up and to the right with his hand, so that it doesn’t dangle in the middle.
With that done, I exit the bathroom and head for the entrance. On my way to the parking lot, I catch a glimpse of a black limousine leaving its premises, accompanied by a few armoured SUVs.
「Natalie leaves stacked as usual. Wonder why so late. Maybe she talked with Shino or others for so ti.」
Sloppily, I arrive at my parking spot. And there she is. The only girl that will never betray my feelings and is always willing to cheer up. My beloved pearl-white Toyota Supra Mark 4 with a slim custom body kit.
I comfortably set myself in the driver seat and head ho listening to my compilations of the best Nightcore tracks. Nothing relaxes your mind better than a wonderful cruise ho in your all-ti favourite ride. Well, maybe besides the aforentioned good ol' nut.
An hour later, I reach my destination, which is a cosy dium-sized wooden house, surrounded by a neatly trimd garden. I park on my driveway and head to the door. As I enter, the lights turn on automatically. Most of the devices and systems are connected to my phone and can detect it from a distance.
I move to my bedroom and change into sothing more comfortable. So random t-shirt, sweatpants and a black hoodie. The bedroom isn’t anything great. A double-sized bed in the middle with a lot of wardrobes and cabinets around the walls. Everything wooden and in various dieval and renaissance patterns.
After grabbing sothing to snack on from a very modern kitchen, I head to the most important room in the house. My mancave. I push open the heavy iron double doors and enter a spacious room, dimly lit in purple shades. Just to the left of the entrance is my war machine. Best possible desktop PC with six monitors mounted on the wall.
Alongside northern and southern walls, countless shelves and pedestals are arranged in different patterns. Inside them, tons of mangas, novels, books, movies and obviously figurines, gadgets, collector’s editions and plenty of other stuff. Accompanied by neatly arranged LED lights, they give out epic vibes.
On the wall opposite to the entrance and the PC, a wide 100” display is mounted, surrounded by huge audio columns and with a comfortable sofa in front of it. Every possible space on the walls is covered with posters from ani, movies and gas.
I boot up my PC and start checking the usual stuff, like mailboxes, notifications from social dia and communicators. I open up Harmony, a text-voice communicator which is the most popular currently, and I’m welcod with a text ssage from none other than Asakura Shino.
>ZekkenIsBestGirl: Sensei! I finished that ani you recomnded to last ti! It was great, I really loved it o(≧▽≦)o I was so happy when the maid actually ended up with the butler. For a mont it felt like he really was going to kill her as his master ordered ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д
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