The Villainous Emperor Is My Pet?

[Present]

I let out a loud cough, feeling like someone is squeezing my windpipe. Leaning forward, I open my mouth wide and inhale sharply. Harvey comes behind me and pats my back with his gloved hand, telling me to take slow deep breaths.

After a moment, the feeling goes away. I look at Harvey, wide-eyed. "What the f.u.c.k just happened?"

My throat is still stinging with pain as if a porcupine is crawling through it.

Harvey looks sideways at particularly nothing but the black glass wall. "It's nothing. Don't think much about it."

"Huh?" I scowl at him. While I feel like I am dying, this dude is saying that it's nothing. I realize that Harvey is single because of his careless attitude. "Harvey, I felt like someone was choking me."

"Then, you probably have Covid19 symptoms," He says shamelessly. "You should get tested."

I shake my head at him. "When did Covid19 have choking symptoms?"

"Well, it has some new symptoms every other day." Harvey returns to his seat. "A few days ago, I heard that a few patients have swollen toes symptoms."

Swollen toes? I look down at my feet. My beautiful toes are perfectly fine; they do need a manicure. Since I can't go to the salon anymore, I should try doing it at home. I wish I had a slave. A robot wouldn't be bad either. I could give them a command and they would do a manicure for me. Anyway, it's best that I don't let robots and slaves without experience touch my beautiful toes.

A distinct memory pops up in my head. It's something that I don't want to remember, but it's in my head like a red light on the road full of traffic.

Dante lifted my foot and planted a kiss before he told me that he was disgusted by my existence with clear eyes.

I push away the memory. He was a fictional character. His words didn't hold any value back then, and those words don't have any value right now. I don't give a f.u.c.k whether he was disgusted by me or not. I wish I had kicked his face.

Why didn't I do that?

It's best not to dwell on things that give you a high blood pressure.

"I am leaving." The memory has given me a sour mouth. "I don't want to continue today."

"The driver will take you back," Harvey tells me nonchalantly as he opens a copy of Fahrenheit 451. "Take some rest."

It seems that he doesn't want to follow me to the car today. The book must be interesting then. I walk out of the room and get on the elevator.

My impression of Harvey is that of a man who doesn't belong to this century. He feels like an existence who fell out of the past, got stuck in the wrong present, and now, he must wait for a future that is right for him. Until that future arrives, he must go on.

Sounds tiring, alright! But he's rich. If one is unhappy anyway, it's better to be a rich unhappy man than a poor unhappy man.

Thus, I shall find a rich man and marry him quickly. I shall be a rich unhappy wife than a poor unhappy wife.

I let out a sigh as I get into the car. The driver gives me a polite smile. I give him a nod and stare out of the window, thinking about my life.

Dante Scheledrus Wyrm.

What the f.u.c.k? I give myself a mental punch. Why am I thinking about him? Okay! I do have a good reason to think about him.

Because I was married to him and I was an unhappy wife.

Even if that marriage was in a fictitious book.

It was a marriage because I started to take it seriously.

Why did I take it seriously when I knew that it was fiction?

My answer is that I am dumb -- only sometimes.

And he was s.e.xy.

It's hard not to have feelings for a s.e.xy unfeeling man if one shares the room and the bed.

So, I tried to seduce him, but it didn't work out.

When we would nearly reach that point, then he would leave me dry.

So, I was an unhappy wife. Very unhappy.

Imagine only being able to lick the delicacy in front of you, not being able to swallow it whole.

My hunger rose and rose further until I started to ask him if he was impotent.

It was the beginning of my downfall.

I think he hated me. Was I too horny? I only wanted to eat the meat that was before me. Why was it wrong? He was a c.o.c.kblocker anyway.

I am sure that he hated me. Being disgusted means hate.

I guess I don't want to be an unhappy wife of a rich man. I would rather be single for the rest of my life.

"Okay." I poke my forehead. "It's time to stop overthinking."

Why does it matter whether that impotent fictional man hated me or not? I don't give a f.u.c.k. I would rather sleep with Syphilis than see that arsehole emperor again.

The car stops in front of my house. I tell the driver, "See you tomorrow."

"See you, Miss Cox."

The snow seems to be thicker than yesterday. I guess that I have to make my brother shove out the snow from the way to my parents' house. I miss my apartment. Should I just leave the house and go to my apartment? But leaving my brother alone in the house seems --

Why the f.u.c.k Syphilis is standing in front of the house?

"Savina." Raymond gives me a smile that gives me an urge to turn around and walk away or throw up. "It's been a while."

"It hasn't been twenty-four hours." I grimace at him. "What were you doing at my window last night?"

"I wanted to see you." He steps toward me. "Savina, I heard that you were in a coma. I am so relieved to see you standing in front of me."

"I am so unrelieved to see you in front of me." I wish I had a shovel to break his skull open. But that's a crime and he isn't worth it. "Is your rotten d.i.c.k still working?"

He stops walking and looks down in embarrassment. "Savina, I told you that it was only once. It was an accident. I was drunk that day and I mistook her as you."

"Sure, you can mistake anyone as me." I give him a look. "She has red hair like mine, curves like mine, her v.a.g.i.n.a feels like mine. So, you made the mistakes again by going back to her after we broke up."

"I thought that I lost you." He raises his voice. "I might have slept with other women, but you are the only one in my heart. It's been so long, but I can't forget you."

"Of course, you can't," I smirk at him. "I am Savina Cox. Who can forget me?"

He releases a low laugh. "It's true that no one can forget you, Savina."

"Then, you should regret your mistakes for the rest of your life." I bat my eyes at him, pointing at myself. "Once this woman throws away something whether it's a person or an object, it's trash. She never picks up trash again."

That's right. Dante Scheledrus Wyrm is also a piece of trash. I don't want to beat myself up for some trash. So what he was disgusted by me because I wanted him? "Hmph!"

I can't be less bothered. He was a fictional character anyway. It's sad that I can't even tell him to screw himself because he doesn't exist anymore.

"Savina."

I blink my eyes when I realize that Raymond is standing too close to me. He must have gotten close when I have been busy overthinking again.

He grabs my shoulders. "Let's get married."

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