บท 45: Tea party
(Karen's pov)
( A/N Bonus chapter :) )
Karen: "You know what? I really hate Ryoto. No, hate is the wrong word. I despise him. I used to, at least. I hated how he lamented over himself or thought how unfortunate he was. Bitch, do you know how many people there are who are more unfortunate than you!!!
*Breaths in* *Breaths out* Calm down, Karen, control your anger. That way, you can use it against everyone you want whenever you want.
Where was I? Ah yes, Ryoto. If not for his emotions filter, he would cry in his room all day, or maybe he would do the same thing as he did in his previous life. I don't know, and I don't care. What I care about, however, is my entertainment. The first mission was one of the bests. Bully Maguire, classic. Later I tried to power up him a bit, giving him quests with abilities or gacha tickets as a reward. It won't be fun if he loses the whole time or just dies. In the case of his death, I would lose my job, and what's more important my paycheck, and we can't be having that.
The worst part was when I gave him a quest by accident. I needed to go to a fucking therapy because I miss clicked. I was so angry I sent the first five therapists to treatment, and I didn't even do that much. I just told them the story of my life. Unfortunately, they gave up before I got to the fun part.
It went like that until the last one. He taught me a lot of tricks. He also tried to explain Ryoto's point of view as well, but whatever. I decided to be a bit nicer, and it helped. Ryoto was turning into somehow human, but I was close to my limit. I was losing it, and at any moment, I would explode. I can't count how many times I was about to give him a mission like 'Kill Rito' or 'Fuck Haruna while Rito watches' or the best one 'Fuck genderbend Rito while Haruna watches'. They sound so fucking interesting or at least more interesting than whatever he was doing. Singing 'Cinderella' was fun, though.
I then started enjoying violence. Yes, violence is great. It solves all of the problems, and if it doesn't, you don't use enough violence.
Now you may be asking why I'm trying so hard. That's easy to answer. If I'm going to be stuck with him, he should at least be tolerable. That's why I'm trying to get him a therapist or something similar. I don't want to feel his depressed feelings. They make me angry.
Right now, he's talking with Rito, so I have some time to speak with you. And that's the situation. Now help the old friend, Truck-San."
Truck-San: "Don't call me old. I'm forever 18."
Karen: "Yeah, and I find Ryoto attractive. What other lies we're telling ourselves?"
I took a sip of my tea. God damn, how is she making tea this good?
Truck-San: "Did you come here to ask me for help or just to make fun of me?"
Karen: "Can't I do both?"
Truck-San looked at me smiling with her eyes closed.
Karen: "Ok, ok, sorry. You're forever 18."
God damn, that old hag is scary. When I was a child, she was forever 18, and I don't want to say how much time has passed since then. Plus, she has two kids and a husband!
Karen: "By the way, how are your children and husband?"
Truck-San: "They are doing great. My daughter has found someone she likes and stalks him. She had her first kill not long ago, which was the boy she loves. Ah, how romantic~. Reminds me of my husband and me when we were younger."
She put her hand on her cheek.
Truck-San: "She even asked me for advice. She is so precious."
I can only pray for the poor guy. I don't even know him, and I wouldn't probably like him, but being the target of affection of this family is hell.
Truck-San: "I even gave my husband a mission like in the old times."
Oh, so now you're old. Can you decide!!!?
Truck-San: "But back in topic. From what I heard, it could be a lot worse. You could get some hero wannabe who wants to be the best like no one ever was."
Karen: "Nah, it would be fun to mess with his/hers dream. Ryoto, on the other hand, just lives from one day to the other. To his credit, he trains to be ready for whatever world is going to throw at him but come on."
Truck-San was drinking her tea as she listened to my rumbling.
Truck-San: "Are you one of these people who hate bleach because the main character doesn't have a goal?"
Karen: "No, I didn't even watch bleach."
Truck-San: "Nevermind then. So what did you want from me? Because I don't think you came to me just to rant about your job. I hope not because I'm sure that I lost a few brain cells because of it."
Karen: "At least 50% of why I'm telling you this is because I'm not planning on suffering alone. The other 50% is because I need help with the therapist, and I don't have other friends."
Truck-San: "I wonder why..."
Karen: "Because I'm a bitch, and you are not better. I still remember how you got your husband."
She shrugged her shoulders.
Truck-San: "Doesn't matter as long as he likes it in the end."
Karen: "You're a danger to society."
Truck-San: "Don't talk like you care about it. And, what did you need help with."
Karen: "Therapist. Ryoto. Help. Now."
Truck-San: "Sure."
I stopped my hand, which was reaching to my pocket.
Karen: "What?"
Truck-San: "Sure, I'll help you. I'm bored since my daughter and husband are out for a while now, and my son Truck-kun is a workaholic who doesn't come home often."
Karen: "God damn, I wanted to blackmail you! Why can't I have some fun? I even got these photos of you during puberty from your parents. Well, whatever, bye."
For the first time, Truck-San widened her eyes in shock as I teleported back to my home. An alarm I set to know when Ryoto called me set off, so it was my cue to disappear.
Truck-San: "What!? Wait, Karen! You, God damn bitch!!!"
Truck-San then smiled softly.
Truck-San: "I just got a great idea, fufufufu."
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