It didn't take long for the convoy to arrive. About seven or eight trucks. Each one twice the size of a regular truck.
I'd only seen these on TV or parked, but I didn't care much and started helping the guys pack up camp as best I could.
I ended up not being able to do much because of my condition, especially with the clothes I had put on, which were too big — but that's what I ended up getting from a big guy after trying my luck, asking very politely for a redhead with freckles, even though I was as naked as the day I was born...
Of course, what I got was a slap...
But that's how it is: nothing ventured, nothing gained.
... Anyway, I couldn't help much, but it was something. Much better than being seen as a slacker.
All this effort lasted about two hours, and the guys started to climb into the last two trucks with the camp now all packed up. Nothing was left behind...
Since I didn't know almost anyone here, I decided to follow Bianca and sit with her...
Lydia also followed us and sat on my lap. I was expecting something like that, so I let it go.
What I really found strange was not seeing Theo around. I think he went in the other truck, but fuck it...
A real friend wouldn't have let me down with this bomb I'm sitting on now...
Well, come to think of it...
Worse than that, it really is what a real friend would do.
... Damn it. I would do the same too...
Putting that aside, I smiled mischievously when I saw the same redhead from before on the other side.
She was sitting in the corner, talking to a friend — and who would have thought, her friend was also in the same beauty class as mine...
Poor thing, but other than that, the two of them stared at me with an incredible variety of expressions... None of them are good.
Well...
Anyone would look like that with this bitch on my lap, but I didn't care, blowing her a kiss...
... Damn. I'm going to end up really immune to critical hits like this...
Do you have to make that face of disgust and disgust?
... Damn. Even you? You're ugly too, damn it...
Oh, girl, you're lucky Lydia didn't see that...
Or not, I don't know; I don't know what goes on in that disturbed mind.
... As for Bianca...
She didn't even try to hide her giggle...
... Man...
Being humiliated really isn't any better, but at least it made me realize something — I'm not a masochist...
That's good news, right?
... Unlike Lydia rubbing herself against me. That wasn't good at all...
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The trip ended up being smooth. It took a few hours, but it was smooth, and since we couldn't see anything outside, some slept, others read something, and others talked to each other...
Meanwhile, I faced two challenges... Keeping my big friend in check while Lydia kept rubbing herself against me the whole time...
Crazy bitch.
The beginning was difficult, but I reached nirvana at some point...
I managed to overcome Lydia's increasing wetness as she made strange sounds...
This bothered everyone at first; many cursed at her but soon ignored her when they saw her growing smile at the insults... Everyone went about their own business after that, except for the pair of friends in the back.
Meanwhile, Bianca had been asleep for quite some time...
My second challenge came when I reached nirvana. Challenge me to make those two look at me at least once with a good expression...
It took a while... It really took a while, but I managed to melt something there...
A smile. I managed to make them both smile, and it wasn't ridiculous...
... Damn. I have to stop this. I'm really in heat.
Is this another advantage/disadvantage of high resilience and vitality?
Am I a rabbit now?
The idea made me smile, but it also threw away any progress with the two of them there...
I went from negative to 0x0, and now I've scored two own goals by smiling...
Well, there's nothing I can do about it. Who would have thought I was looking at their bodies while smiling? Explaining wouldn't help, so I let it go, ignoring them both...
My thoughts turned to what I would do now. How I would proceed.
Bianca is not Rank A yet, so she can't open her guild at the moment. That's something for later.
Of course, that wasn't what worried me.
It was certain that I was presumed dead and the compensation paid to my parents, but what about now that I'm coming back? Since I didn't die, will they want the money back?
... Sigh. I have no idea, at least where I work...
Well, I used to work; no one has ever come back alive, so I don't know what will happen, but if that's the case, it's better to owe the government than loan sharks.
I'd really like to be an optimistic idiot at times like this and tell myself that there's also the possibility that they won't want the money back and we won't owe anyone else...
... Ah, fuck it. It's a financial problem anyway; it's the least of my worries right now...
... What worries me most is this resentment...
Mom...
Dad...
I stared at the ceiling for a moment, taking a deep breath. My hand was shaking...
My mind isn't right...
I'm not going to be able to just put aside what I'm feeling when I see them again...
"..."
... Putting that aside, I'm going to have to train a lot. Improve my body through masochism and steroids — Ronnie Coleman style. Not to mention I'll have to adapt to my new arm and eye.
I need a new place to stay, too.
Test some things. Learn others.
I have a lot to do...