Kapitel 7: Revenge
There's only one thing to say to someone with such beauty.
"Fuck off, white bitch!"
My words came out with more force than I usually use. It's not my style to be so rude, but fatigue and frustration were starting to take their toll on me.
With narrowed eyes and clearly offended, the girl took a step forward.
"What did you just say?" Her icy tone reflected her anger. "I hope you have a good explanation for your rudeness, or you'll face bigger problems than the mud you're lying in."
I looked at the mud dripping from my clothes and prepared to retort some more to the white bitch.
"YOU PUSHED ME INTO THE FUCKING MUD!"
"Don't talk to me like that. Do you know who you're dealing with?"
I really don't care who she is.
"My apologies, could you tell me your name, noble lady?" I said politely to the ice bitch.
She, with a hand on her chest and a superior smile, replied:
"I am Weiss…" but she didn't finish the sentence.
"FUCK YOU, WEISS!"
Weiss wasn't happy; her face turned red with anger.
"I am Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee company!" She shouted, tired of dealing with this idiot. "My family controls the largest Dust supply in the world. So, if you don't want trouble, I advise you to stay in your place."
"I don't care," I replied, not really caring who I was insulting. "You're going to pay for this, Disney princess. God himself gave me these clothes!"
"Do you really think I care about your dirty clothes?" Weiss raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
Crossing her arms and letting out a snort, she added, "If you hadn't been in the way, this wouldn't have happened. It's your fault. You should pay more attention to your surroundings."
"And shut up, you're drawing too much attention," she warned, glancing around at the curious onlookers.
"Oh, you don't like the attention?" I commented in a mocking tone. "I suppose, as the great heiress of the prestigious Schnee family, you've never had a scandal."
Keeping her composure and with a disdainful snort, she replied: "As the heir to the Schnee family, there's no room for scandals. My life has been carefully orchestrated to maintain our impeccable image. The responsibilities and expectations that come with my position leave no room for public mistakes."
With the best Cheshire cat smile I could muster, I prepared a revenge that would leave both her dignity and mine in shambles. But, unlike Weiss, I had no dignity to lose.
Raising my voice to ensure everyone around could hear, I started to shout.
"OH, WEISS SCHNEE, HEIRESS OF THE SCHNEE COMPANY, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!"
This did catch people's attention. Several turned to look, whispering among themselves.
"What?! Shut up, stop yelling!" Weiss tried to silence me, clearly uncomfortable with the attention.
"Are you going to pay for my clothes?" I whispered so only she could hear.
"NO!" wrong answer.
"YOU USE ME AND NOW THROW ME IN THE MUD LIKE A WHORE!" my voice was clear for everyone on the street.
This was working; people began to gather around us.
"What are you saying? That's not true!" Weiss directed her last sentence more towards the crowd than to me, her tone filled with frustration.
"Did you forget all those long talks under the sheets, where you promised you'd always be by my side? Now you treat me like an old shirt you throw away!" My voice maintained a constant tone of lament.
Weiss, trying to keep her dignity despite the scandal, crossed her arms and stood firmly. "Stop shouting! Stop making a scene! I'm not going to pay for your clothes," she said, with a determined expression, not giving in to the provocation.
"PAY? DO YOU THINK I'M THAT KIND OF GUY?!" I brought my hands to my mouth in surprise, letting a few tears fall from my eyes.
With unexpected strength, Weiss grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me off the ground. "SHUT UP OR I'LL GIVE YOU A REASON TO SCREAM!" she shouted in threat, her eyes filled with murderous rage.
Before I could respond, the whispers of the crowd became too loud to ignore.
"What's going on?" asked an unfamiliar voice, interested in the show.
"That girl deceived the young man with lies to get into his pants; now she's discarding him and trying to get rid of him with a bunch of bills."
"Yes, it's true! I saw how she pushed him into the mud," added another spectator.
"And I saw how she slapped him."
"I saw her throw a wad of bills at his face."
"Wait a minute, isn't that Weiss Schnee?" someone murmured, recognizing the heiress.
"Damn! I need to record this!" someone else said while hurriedly pulling out their scroll.
Seeing the situation had spiraled out of control and fearing the repercussions if this made it to the net, Weiss finally gave in. "Alright, alright! I'll pay, I'll pay, just shut up!" she said, her voice almost desperate.
I stood up again, offering my best smile to the audience. "IT'S OKAY, FOLKS! She says she loves me and won't hit me again…"
Weiss covered my mouth to silence me and, with surprising speed, dragged me away from the crowd, her grip firm on my arm.
« Aurora Couture Clothing Store »
She drags me for a few minutes until we arrive at a boutique. The façade is adorned with large arched windows and a gold cursive sign. Upon entering, we are greeted by a white marble floor with gold veins, chandeliers emitting a warm glow, and dark wood walls with gold accents that emphasize the luxury of the place.
"Ooh, la la, très élégant!" I say, admiring the sophisticated establishment.
Weiss maintains a look of resignation on her face, which almost makes me feel bad for what I'm doing… almost.
"Come on, it's not that bad," I tell her, offering a smile and patting her on the back while taking the opportunity to wipe the dirt off my hands onto her clothes.
"My reputation could have been ruined!"
"Come on, who cares?"
"I CARE!" Weiss yells, clearly overwhelmed by the situation.
I receive curious looks from the employees. Is it for my beauty or my hobo-like appearance?
The clerk, with a professional smile, leads us to a spacious private room decorated elegantly, featuring a luxurious sofa and a separate dressing room.
Weiss grabs some clothes from a pile and throws them at me. "Just get this over with!" she orders, pointing her finger at me. "And when you're done, I don't want to see you again."
My response to her threats is a snort.
I take off my clothes, which are currently composed of 80% fabric, 15% mud, and 5% fluids, unfortunately not all mine. I toss them into a corner.
I try on the new pants, which are elegant and of good material, but unfortunately, they don't fit.
I step out of the dressing room with the clothes in hand. The only person here is Weiss, so I approach her. "These don't fit. I need a bigger size."
I start to worry when I don't receive a response. What I find is Weiss frozen, with a perplexed expression and the look of a deer about to be run over by a drunk lumberjack.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she yells, a pink hue spreading across her face.
Of course, I'm still in my underwear. Even so, I think her reaction is excessive. Her eyes scan my body repeatedly until our eyes meet and she finally fixes her gaze on the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?! Put it on, right now! Don't you have any shame?" she yells, her voice a mix of anger and embarrassment.
"Shame and money are two things I don't have right now," I reply, enjoying the annoyance I'm causing her.
I take the opportunity to annoy her a bit; why not? This is fun. I wonder how long it will take to get boring.
[Ability activated: Siren Voice]
"Why so shy?" I ask with my best shit-eating grin. "What's the matter, the great Schnee heiress never seen a good body?"
"STOP IT!" Weiss shouts, covering her face with her hands.
"Ha, this is fun," I say, not hiding my amusement. "Stop what?" I run my hands over my neck, chest, and abs. "This?"
"Come on, Weiss, take a look; you're missing the show of your life, hahaha."
With an angry tone, Weiss says, "Are you some kind of male escort?! Stop that!"
I freeze, my expression changing to surprise. "Did you just call me a whore?"
"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!" She quickly denies it vehemently.
I let it slide. "Alright, it doesn't bother me anymore."
Weiss, surprised, says, "So you are a…"
"NO!" I shout at her, annoyed.
[Ability deactivated: Siren Voice]
I go back into the dressing room. "See, you ruined the moment. We could've had fun, but you ruined it."
Weiss, visibly upset, responds, "I don't want to have fun with you!"
It takes a few minutes, but I finally come out of there with a new outfit.
"Are we done? Good, I'm leaving," says Weiss in a hurried tone, ready to go.
"We're not done yet."
"WHAT?!" Weiss exclaims, with anger and surprise.
"You've got your clothes, what else do you want?" asks Weiss, her patience at its limit.
"I'm hungry," I respond, as my stomach growls in protest.
"THEN BUY SOME FOOD!" A completely valid option, but there's a problem with that...
"But today I don't feel like spending my money."
"And you want to spend mine?" she looks at me with genuine incredulity.
"Think of it as an apology for calling me a whore." That word has become a sensitive topic for me right now.
"I'm not taking you to eat." She turns her body, ready to leave right then.
"You're going to make me beg. I wouldn't like to get dirty crawling on the floor; this suit is new and expensive."
"Don't you have any self-respect?"
"I'm hungry; it's almost the same."
"No, it's not…"
"Just shut up and follow me."
« The Grand Hall of Vale »
It doesn't take long to reach a rather elegant building, with large, fancy lettering on the facade: The Grand Hall of Vale. It looks like a pretty upscale restaurant, decorated with sophistication, combining white marble and golden details.
"I wanted a street burger stand, but this will do too," I say, hoping for a good reaction from Weiss.
She looks at me with disgust. "I'm not eating at some old and dirty burger stand."
We arrive at the reception. Weiss quickly skips the line and orders the employee, "Table for two."
"I'm sorry, but you need a reservation…" He doesn't get to finish before the white bitch does her thing again.
She stomps her foot and looks at him with disdain. "I'm Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee company, and I demand a table."
The man looks visibly nervous. "Of course, please follow me."
"I didn't know treating people like shit was part of the experience," I say to Weiss. "Let me give it a try."
"Try what?"
"Waiter." I raise my hand to get his attention. The waiter, all professional, comes over immediately.
"Yes, sir?"
"Go fuck yourself, please."
"Certainly, sir." The waiter bows and leaves.
"Don't ever do that again."
Another waiter guides us to a round table elegantly dressed with an immaculate white tablecloth. The table is adorned with sophisticated candles in a refined and cozy atmosphere.
"We welcome Weiss Schnee and her companion…" The waiter looks at us, waiting for a response.
"The bitch of Weiss Schnee, but if that's too long, just call me 'Daniel'."
Weiss has her gaze fixed on the floor; if the ground opened up with a hole to hell right now, I'm sure she'd jump in.
"… And Daniel."
"The waiter will give you a moment to place your order." The waiter gestures and quickly retreats.
Weiss, visibly upset, turns to me. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asks with a tone that mixes pity and frustration.
"Doing what?"
"Why are you making me go through this humiliation?"
"I already apologized for your clothes."
"That's not true."
"I bought you new clothes!"
"You paid for them, but you never actually apologized."
...
After a moment of silence, Weiss finally speaks up. "Sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Weiss lets out an irritated sigh and crosses her arms. "Sorry for throwing you in the mud and ruining your clothes."
I smile at her sincerely. "Thanks, I forgive you."
"That wasn't so hard." I return her smile warmly.
The waiter returns. "Are you two ready to order?"
"Filet Mignon with red wine sauce," Weiss orders without looking at the menu, as if she already had it memorized, and she probably does.
"Double cheeseburger with fries, please." I don't need to see the menu either.
Weiss furrows her brow. "This isn't a fast-food joint! Order something else!"
"Are you telling me that the best place in Vale can't make a burger and fries?" I look at the waiter. "Is that true, waiter?"
"I-I can talk to the cooks." The waiter hurries away.
"You said you forgave me!"
"I did forgive you; this has nothing to do with that." I look at her with a smile. "I just want a burger and fries."
"You can't make a request like that in a restaurant of this caliber. It's completely disrespectful…" she doesn't finish because I interrupt her.
I point to a couple in the corner. "Look, someone is proposing to their partner."
"DON'T IGNORE ME!"
"Relax, nobody's going to be upset over a burger and fries."
"WHO THE FUCK ORDERED A BURGER IN MY RESTAURANT!"
I stick my head out a bit to see who might be my potential aggressor. A woman with dark brown hair pulled into an elegant bun, a slim and athletic figure, and emerald green eyes reflecting murderous rage. She's holding a butcher's knife.
"This is your fault!" Weiss accuses me.
I think quickly, look around for someone to blame, and after a brief but intense assessment, I find my scapegoat.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered."
"It was them!" My shout draws the chef's attention.
I point to the couple; one is still kneeling.
"It was them, Chef! They were the ones who made that vulgar order!" I pointed to the one on his knees. "One of them is trying to hide!"
"I won't tolerate this! Security, throw these indecent people out of my restaurant right now!"
A group of suited guards grabs the couple before they can say anything and drags them out of the restaurant. The chef returns to the kitchen.
"Waiter!" I call the waiter with an impatient hand gesture.
"I've changed my mind. I want the same as Miss Schnee."
"And add a nice tip; you deserve it." He's a good waiter, he didn't rat me out to the chef.
"Thank you, sir. Right away, sir." The waiter bows and leaves.
I look at Weiss with a smile. "See? No problem."
Weiss's head hits the table, and I can't make out what she's mumbling.
A few minutes later, our orders are brought to us.
A meal in complete silence… How I hate silence. The atmosphere at the table is awkward.
"So… you're the heir to a company, huh?" I ask to break the ice and make the meal a little less tense.
"Does that even matter to you?"
"I think talking will make the meal less uncomfortable."
Weiss gives me an incredulous look. "It's not just any company. The Schnee Company is the largest Dust distributor in Remnant."
"And what kind of education is needed to be an heir?"
"I'm going to go to Beacon Academy."
"So, does the academy offer a good business administration course?"
"Beacon Academy trains Hunters, not accountants!"
"What kind of caveman are you? How do you not know this?"
"But you said you're the heir to the company. Then why do you need to go to a Hunter academy?"
"What kind of interrogation is this? I don't even know your full name."
"Nice to meet you, Daniel Hawk, unemployed."
"Your turn. Why do you want to be a Hunter?"
Weiss remains silent for a moment, thinking over my words.
"I want to redeem my family's name."
"What did your family do that you need to redeem their name?" I ask, chewing a piece of meat.
"Which cave did you come out of?! How can you not know these things?"
"I lived in isolation; I've only recently rejoined society. Your turn."
With a sigh, Weiss replies with a subdued voice. "The SDC has been controversial for mistreatment, especially towards the Faunus."
She doesn't stop her speech; it doesn't really bother me. I've always preferred listening over talking. As I chew a piece of meat, I realize that the conversation has taken a more serious turn than expected.
"I'm very aware of the injustices and exploitation committed by my family and our corporation. I want to make a positive difference and fight against evil in the world of Remnant. I seek to redeem my family's name through my actions."
"Well, I'm nobody to judge." I shrug at her words.
That stops her from continuing eating; her eyes lock onto me with unexpected intensity. "What do you mean?"
"I don't see much point in it," I say, continuing to chew my meat.
Weiss's gaze turns serious. "Explain yourself."
I organize my thoughts before responding.
"First of all, you say you want to become a Hunter while also taking control of a company. I don't see how those two can be compatible." I keep eating; talking won't stop me from eating. "Running a company seems to be a full-time job," I say calmly. "Also, if the company is so important, I don't think it's wise for the person in charge to be exposed to danger fighting Grimms."
"And I think you'd have a more significant impact fighting injustices and improving the world of Remnant from a position of power within the corporation, implementing ethical and responsible changes in the company's policies and practices."
"Being a Hunter doesn't seem like the best course of action to change the world and also…"
Her gaze ignites with anger. "SHUT UP!"
"What could you know to tell me what's best for me?" Weiss says angrily.
"I don't think I'm anyone to tell you what to do…"
"Then don't say it." She cuts me off quickly.
"What could someone like you, a street kid, know about business?"
I crumple my napkin and toss it on the table, accepting the challenge.
"Oh, are we starting with the harsh truths?" I laugh at her insults.
"Well, from your reaction, it doesn't seem to be the first time someone has told you this."
"Who else has told you? Your father, your mother, your butler?"
"I'm sure it wasn't a friend."
"You're a fool!"
"And you're a spoiled brat!"
"Vulgar!"
"Flat!"
"Cheeky!"
"Stuck-up!"
"Waiter!"
"Yes, sir?"
"GO FUCK YOURSELF, PLEASE!"
"Yes, sir. As you wish, sir." He bows and leaves.
"Jester!"
"Unbearable!"
"Disgusting!"
"Selfish!"
"Shameless!"
"Hypocrite!"
"Brazen!"
"Boring!"
"Failure!"
"Ice princess!"
…
…
*30 minutes later*
« The Opal Majesty – Resort »
The door bursts open with a kick. Two teenagers storm into the room, with looks full of resentment and furrowed brows. The scene might be mistaken for a fight, if it weren't for the fact that their tongues are waging an epic battle for dominance over each other, while their hands explore their opponent with intensity.
Author's Note: If this story ends up being poorly written porn, at least I'll have fun, haha!
Hate sex in the next chapter.
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