CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: SOUR, SPICY AND SWEET PART 2.

"Nickname?. I am not a Pet!". Exclaims Æ’Vérrya, provoking a smirk on N’Ïrk. "Funny analogy, but you are free to leave at any given time, your Sister in the other hand, she doesn’t have that privilege anymore".

Displeasure is conveyed in the female’s grunt. *Argh!*. "Can you stop talking about my Sister?".

"Can you stop stalling?. I told you before, my interest subsides fast, and i abhor to lose my time".

"Blackmailer!".

"I prefer the term «Business Man». So?, what do you think of this proposition. I’ll pay for your services".

"I’m not a prostitute!". She complains with fleeting fury, a sentiment that becomes annoyance after the man’s reply.

"And i am not a Blackmailer".

"You are gaslighting me, N’Ïrk!".

{Gas?. Lightning?}

He is confused. "Why would i want to explode you?".

And the damsel is puzzled too. "What?!. If you want to solve this matter with a fight, you won’t leave this room devoid of wounds!".

"Try it if you want, you’re the one who wants to explode!".

"What are you talking about, N’Ïrk?!".

"The thing you said, Æ’Vérrya. That i was gassing and lightning you".

"«Gaslighting»!. Illiterated Rascal. It’s a form of coercion mixed with manipulation!. You Imbecile Troglodyte!".

"Wow!. That filthy little mouth of your’s is dirtier than anyone could expect, or what you would want to admit. Why don’t you put it to a better use?".

The young man grabs Æ’Vérrya’s chin, forcing her to match his gaze bi lifting the damsel’s head as he leans down.

She puts her hand in the way, trembling, but blocking N’Ïrk from reaching the violet plump lips.

"N-No". She stammers for a brief instant, regaining part of her composure. "Kisses are out of the question. My future husband is the only one who will enjoy my mouth, unless he instructs me otherwise".

"Æ’Vérrya. Are you referring to the phrase, «With the power bestowed upon me, now i pronounce you, Husband and Wife, you may kiss the bride»?".

"Make fun of me all you want!".

"I wasn’t mocking you. I mean. To me, it seems like a beautiful ideal. Naive and stupid nonetheless, but praiseworthy. Just out of curiosity. Are you engaged?".

"Of course not!. Men hate when a women have more Empiric Energy than them".

"No way!. That’s incredibly stupid!. A woman with more Empiric Energy allows her partner to be more aggressive and entertaining during intercourse".

"Y-you really are as perverted as Norlan!. Now i understand why you befriend each other!. Although. I don’t understand how Myrrha noticed that idiot!. Or why is Hát’Thöry falling for you!".

{Is she... , Jealous?}

"Well. He is amazing. Didn’t you hear the... , Right!. You weren’t present during the meeting. Norlan just acts that way. Or wasn’t him obvious enough?. He is super protective, like he truly sees his subordinates as family".

"You think that?... , No. You can see it with the Synesthesia. Am i wrong, N’Ïrk?".

"Not at all, you are correct. And his brothers must adore him".

*Hahaha*. "What nonsense are you even saying. Norlan is an only child". Confess Æ’Vérrya.This time, N’Ïrk is the one stupefied.

"What?!, that can’t be correct. He clearly said he has brothers, and he wasn’t lying!".

"N’Ïrk. I know... , Well. I was an acquittance of his family...".

"Was?".

"He doesn’t have anyone anymore, he is the last Krïegdörn".

"How strange, and intriguing. I am the last Ignay’Thus...". Nonchalantly reveals N’Ïrk, seeing a change in the lady’s attitude and expression. "You... , Why the long face, Æ’Vérrya?".

"I suppose you don’t know. The Vendremier. My family, and the Ignay’Thus, were allies".

*Oh...*.

"But one day, your family disappeared, and their enemies came after everyone else".

"It was bad?".

"Not so much... , N’Ïrk?. What about you?. Your family, i mean...".

"They are dead due to their own stupidity, attacked by Half Tarzöns, and betrayed by those hired to protect the town, or so that’s what i understood. I really don’t care. My grandfather’s death is unfortunate, but that’s all".

"So, you go seducing Half Tarzöns as a way of revenge?".

"No. Why do you think that, Æ’Vérrya?".

"I saw you with two Half Tarzöns at the Mall. I didn’t give it any importance, and i have no interest in the purity of Species that many worship. My Sister included. But now... , I am curious".

*Oh!*. "You saw me with Káth’Dria. Yes, she is a great companion. We are Friends with benefits for a while now, and Gagk’Xannia is my Ex Girlfriend".

"Then, you didn’t trick them to later leaving them heartbroken?".

"No. That sounds horrible. In fact, i wasn’t aware of any of the two being Half Tarzöns".

"Did you learn about the Post-Virginal Negative Imprinting, until now?!".

"Yes".

"My condolences... , N’Ïrk. It’s really like if you were dead to her?".

"I don’t know, Æ’Vérrya. But i can still try to be with her. She fell in love with me once, maybe i’ll get it a second time".

"I don’t want to be a killjoy, but don’t get your hopes high, N’Ïrk".

"I am aware. Not only she forget about me, but she’ll react in the opposite way, so the smell and taste that Gagk’Xannia loved so much from me, will be disgusting for her. It’s going to be hard, but it’s doable".

"How optimistic of you, N’Ïrk".

"It’s not the case. I’m just being objective, as long as we’re both alive, and Gagk’Xannia doesn’t reject me, the possibility is still available".

She puts a dreamy smile. The man’s focus and will has touched her, ashamed of having a nice time with N’Ïrk, and aware that something else has sprouted within her own feelings. "My ten minutes are up".

*Hahaha*. "That was about a quarter of an hour ago, Æ’Vérrya. Although your company is not bad at all. Why don’t you come and live with me in my Floor?. That way you can keep an eye on your Sister".

"That would be really helpful to me. But... , I can’t afford the stay, nor my Sister’s. Could we sort it out, with another form of payment, My Lessor?".

"That can be arranged, My Lessee"...