Chapter 12 – Scar Rate (6)

One.

‘Why can’t I see Paster? That’s because we don’t need a useless guy like that in our liars trap.’

‘Well, that’s what Scar Layte wanted, too. How much did you hate to say that you were useless in front of everyone every day?’

‘Because I didn’t want to see a mudfish muddying the clear water. I told Mr. Scar-Late to get a score and quit.’

‘In the first place, it was a problem from the fact that something like F came into our liars trap. I don’t know what kind of relationship I was able to have with the guild leader, but… That’s how it ended up. It’s not easy enough for a guy with no ability to stick around. Our guild.’

‘Still, it was a bit like telling me to get off in front of other people, but… That’s what Mr. Skar Leight wanted. Did I do a good job, Scar Layte?’

I don’t remember very well after that. I was just angry, scared, and sad.

When I thought Pastor was leaving me, those negative emotions swept through me like a tidal wave.

I thought this situation would be a dream. So I closed my eyes and prayed to the sky to wake me up if it was a nightmare. I still can’t wake up from the dream, so I think I set fire to it because I was so angry.

In this way, a lesser god might wake me up.

And when I came to my senses, all around me was a sea of ​​fire and I was in Pastor’s arms.

Seeing the surroundings burning, it was not a dream. Everything that happened, everything I did was real.

But the moment of being held in Pastor’s arms was just like a dream to me. Being embraced by Pastor was something that could only be achieved in a dream.

The dream-like day ended with a happy ending.

There were trivial stories about the guild’s office building being burned down and the team leader getting burns and becoming critically ill, but my Leight family would take care of everything, so it wasn’t my concern.

And today, two years later, Pastor tried to leave me.

Then, as the nightmare-like days overlapped, my head stopped working properly.

Unlike back then, Pastor now can run away in any situation, no matter who chases him, as long as he sets his mind to run away.

That fact made my heart pound and all sorts of negative thoughts filled my head.

No. No. No. Pastor, you can’t go. Don’t go. Please. I can’t live without you I hate to imagine life without you. So please Paster. I beg you like this

Desperate pleas rose up to his throat. It seemed to me that if spitting those words would stop Pastor from leaving me, he’d be able to spit them out.

But I didn’t like that. My dream was that Pastor depended on me for everything, not that I depended on Pastor for everything.

As a child, my mother taught me to be a woman a man can depend on, because a woman who depends on a man will be abandoned. If that happens, the man will never abandon you.

Growing up in such teaching, my dream naturally became to have Paster, whom I love endlessly, depend on me.

No matter how much Pastor tried to leave me, it was still too early to give up on my dream. I believed that it would not be too late to beg when I was completely determined.
So, with a shallow trick, I muttered in a voice that Pastor could hear.

“Oh, no. I hate falling out with Paster. So what to do? How can I be with Paster? Shall I burn it all down? If Pastor burns the whole world with nowhere to run, won’t it come back to me in the end? Sounds like a good idea. Yes, do that…”
“Aagh! Scar! Stop! Stop negative and extreme ideas!”

At my muttering, Pastor hurriedly grabbed my shoulder with his complexion bluish. He looked at his bewildered eyes, it seemed that somehow he stopped leaving.

Scar Rate The gambler of a lifetime, the result was a success. Although successful, Pastor’s reaction made me a little angry.

Pastor, no matter how sane I am, I’m not going to set the whole world on fire. What do you think of me If it wasn’t for this situation, I would have been beaten.

Of course, if Pastor really abandoned me, I’d definitely lose my temper, and I didn’t know exactly what I would do.

Wait, did Pastor abandon me? Because you hate me? Do you have any ill feelings toward me…?

Ugh. I only imagined for a second that Pastor was leaving me, but my heart felt tight again. His eyes blurred, and the tip of his nose began to wrinkle. I felt like I was about to burst into tears.

“S, Scar. Let us speak Let’s talk sincerely about what the two of us did wrong. Yes?”

I looked like I was about to cry, but Pastor grabbed my shoulder, met his eyes, and invited me to talk.
If I have a sincere conversation with Pastor, will he not leave me?

“Paster…? If I tell you… You won’t run away…?”

I was anxious. I was even more scared when I remembered that day two years ago. I am an S-class Awakener and the 2nd in the World Awakener Ranking, but I was so afraid to think that Pastor was leaving.
I was afraid, so I asked him as if I was clinging to him involuntarily.

Seeing me like that, Pastor let out a slightly complicated sigh and answered my question.

“Yeah, I won’t go. Instead, don’t get angry when you talk. Promise.”

Saying that, Pastor held out his little finger to me. It’s a pretty hand any time you look at it.
The nails are long, moderately thick, and well-groomed. If you hold out your hand like this, I have no choice but to grab it.
I hooked my little finger on his long little finger. Then he chuckled and waved his clasped fingers up and down.

“Then, I promised.”

Seeing Pastor talking to me in a kind voice with a subtle smile made me fall in love with him again.

2.

Damn, I never thought I would make an appointment with Scar like this. As I live in the world, there are all sorts of things.

Because she couldn’t understand her words, Scar Rate was a disaster wearing a human mask, but to talk with her like this, risk her fingers and even promise her. It was to the point of bursting out laughing.
For now, all we have left is a conversation.

But what should we talk about?

I tried to have a conversation without realizing it because I had heard the terrifying words that if I couldn’t have me, I would burn the world, but I didn’t have anything to say because I had an opportunity like this.

“…”
“…”

Such a suffocating silence reigned in my bedroom. Scar’s right hand gripped my sleeve, making the silence even heavier.

I’ll run out of breath. Fuck. Why is Scar making such a satisfied expression? Could it be that holding my sleeve makes me feel good?

Scar was looking at me with hazy eyes. Her eyes were not the usual overbearing and sharp eyes of a beast, but those of a well-tamed pet.
Looking into those eyes, my fear of Scar faded. Her mouth fell open as the fear dissipated. I borrowed the strength of the situation that her conversation was established and asked her a question first.

“Scar, do you have something you want to say to me? It’s awkward because it’s so quiet.”
“Uh, huh? What I want to say···?”
“Yeah, anything is fine.”

Depending on the answer to this question, you can decide how to treat Scar in the future.

What will Scar say? Will she ever confess that she actually likes me?
Or will she threaten, as always, not to talk to other women, not to follow her, not to take anything lightly?
Or will I order you to do as I say, because you are my slave?

Whatever it was, what awaited next was Scar’s edification.
Just like her reaction after I told her I was leaving, Scar likes me. And a lot more than I imagined.

So instead of giving in to her demands, Scar was sure to snap the bait if she told me to do what I asked her to do.

That’s because she liked me. She would probably do anything to be my lover.

It was an arrogant thought, but it probably wasn’t wrong.

I don’t even know why Scar likes me, but… To give a rough guess, Scar and I have known each other for a long time, and I’m the only guy who’s been close(?) With Scar at such a close distance.

As a result, the formula “Man = pastor” Must have naturally formed in Scar’s head.
And, to her surprise, her belongings are terribly cherished. Due to her ska personality, I, who was being treated with her belongings, must have become the object that I terribly want to cherish.

It was a really goosebumps speculation, but somehow it became more scary because it seemed like it would be possible with Scar.

Her body trembled at the thought of that, and Scar, finding her words to say, put her question into her mouth.

“Paster… That hypnosis app. Did you write it to another woman?”

It was a statement in a very different direction than expected.

I said it’s okay to say anything. Do you dare to ask where you use a hypnosis application you know? Why?

Sensing such confusion, I nodded in agreement.

“Uh, yes. I wrote it.”
“Uh-oh…”

Even though he must have known it, he didn’t like the fact that I used a hypnosis app on another woman. Scar grinded his teeth.
But soon, he shook his head to let his anger go away for a while, and somehow looked up at me with desperate eyes and asked me very carefully, with difficulty, as if squeezing.

“Well, then… Have you ever had sex with those girls?”

??

It was a surprising and sad question. Have you ever had sex fuck. I want to try it too.

When I first got the hypnosis app, I thought, ‘As soon as you get hypnotized, it’s a fucking sex party. There were times when I thought, ‘Kkeu pingbbongppangbbong ppurubbangppong!’.

But the first time I used a hypnosis app, and when it was really caught, it flashed back to me that it was rape to drive a cock into my pussy without permission.

The spark was so intense that I lost the courage to have sex and tricked my mind into pretending not to have sex, burning with hatred for the bitches who bullied me.
Like a fox who saw grapes outside the fence and cut them as sour grapes.

It was a godsend now that I knew the hypnosis app was fake, but anyway, the fact that I had never had sex was a fact.

Oh, anyway. If you stutter, feel shy, or get agitated here, let’s speak confidently.

I lifted my chin slightly and aloftly. I answered Scar like Lapis Julie, the team leader of our team.

“No. I haven’t tried it.”
“Really?! Then, what about the woman who hasn’t been hypnotized?”
“I didn’t.”
“Ugh···! What about the girl I met while dancing at a club?!”
“Why am I going to the club? But you know I hate it. I didn’t.”
“Well then!”

Why are you asking so many questions? I didn’t have sex! I’ve never done that before!!!!!

I wanted to shout, but I didn’t have the courage to do so yet.

By the way, is it really that good that I’m a bachelor who’s never had sex? Well, since Scar likes me, he might think it’s better if I’m a virgin. Because I also like virgins first.

To me who was lost in such thoughts, Scar hesitated and then gathered up the courage and spoke up.

“Pastor! Me, let’s have sex with me!”