I couldn’t sleep that night. My mind kept thinking about Christopher and Julia, and about how everyone was troubled. I couldn’t bring myself to blame Julia because I would probably be conflicted too if I were in her position.
Monica’s mom died while saving Julia, and that was why Monica lost her mom at a young age. Julia raised Monica as her daughter… or more accurately, the former raised the latter while assuming that the latter would marry into the family in the future. Everyone would be happy if Christopher fell in love with Monica and married her. Unfortunately, I showed up out of nowhere and disrupted that peace. Under those circumstances, Julia was considered incredibly strong to be able to remain civil with me.
I slowly became drowsy as the night progressed. Suddenly, I felt the blanket becoming heavier. I could barely breathe under all that weight. Am I being haunted? I heard that huge houses like these tend to be haunted… I trembled, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became.
I woke up instantly. At first, I wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on, but I worried that I won’t see anything if I open them. It would be even scarier if the weight remained, even though there was nothing there. I was drowning in fear until a hand slid under my pajamas. That got me to fling my eyes open and grab the hand before complaining, “What the hell, Christopher? Don’t you know that a person can get a heart attack if they get too frightened?”
Christopher didn’t seem bothered about being caught at all. He even lifted the blanket and crawled right under it. “I frightened you? Come on. You didn’t think that there’ll be any pervert in the house, did you?”
Naturally, I wasn’t going to admit to something as embarrassing as suspecting ghosts, so I complained, “There is a pervert in the house. You!”
“Hmm…. well, I am here to do something dirty. Alas, my lady, having sex in the dark is one of the best things on Earth. Give yourself to me, for you are mine tonight. Let me teach you the pleasure of being a woman,” said Christopher in a weird accent before he kept his head up high and smiled mischievously at me. His finger traced my face before he licked me and asked, “Are you ready for my assault?”
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