Chapter 64
Fragile rose
Each subject lasts one hour, with ten minutes of preparation before the exam. Twenty minutes pass, yet Rose neither picks up the pen nor touches the book or notebooks.
She rests her chin in her hand, lost in thought, and gazes at her gloomy best friend, as sorrowful as when she was away from her brother.
From past to present, her best friend always cares more about others than herself, and that never changes. It was true before, and it remains true now.
Moments ago, the girl asked Rose to help her approach the stone statue, and the flower focused all her thoughts on that silent girl. At this moment, to the flower, the statue is the only one.
Rose laughs softly. Normally, she would smile and tease her depressed, sentimental bestie. But now, her mischievous grin is no longer carefree. The self-proclaimed steel rose does not want to be affected psychologically, but she cannot stop her mind from splitting into two directions in response to her bestie's sadness.
Rose is afraid that tears might blur everything, so she holds them back. Her confusion lingers, saddened by the fate that divides their friendship.
A rational person laughs at herself. She falls into a gloomy atmosphere, sulking because of the flower's feelings for the statue—because only her brother can fully feel that emotion.
That affection endures, unaffected by the stone statue's indifference to the flower. When the statue does not recognize the flower, the flower freezes, and the confidant of the flower develops a fever from the temperature of concern that exceeds all limits.
That feeling has reminded Rose of the image of the little swallow studying day and night. Trying to escape the darkness of the past, the little swallow has been buried in humiliation, physically abused, and mentally collapsed under vicious and abusive words.
Even passing the exam has not been enough to erase the debt that cannot be claimed, but at least it has proven that breaking the shackles becomes a turning point in life. Swallow wings must belong to the sky.
People who have been determined to be themselves would rather die freely than live in a cage for a lifetime. This purpose of life no longer exists for those who value family affection. The confidant of the flower knows that, despite being late for the exam and failing even the most important subjects, the bestie does not regret it.
Family is everything to those who lack affection. The stone statue is the family of someone with whom the swallow wings want to fly toward the freedom of the world.
If she passes the semester exam but her dearest person becomes a soulless corpse, the pure flower will wither for life.
The flower is not yet able to be friends, but remains willing to be the statue's spiritual support.
The best friend no longer has the heart to take the exam. The rose cannot regard herself as just a friend of the flower. She must be an insider, sharing joys and sorrows with those who are no longer strangers to her.
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In another development, Beak lingers in the restroom area for ten minutes. He remains angry about losing face on school grounds; the sharp-beaked guy must come here to calm down. Beak pulls down his pants, releases all the waste, and spits until the spit splashes.
- Fuck you slut whores, I'll make you moan under my groin, begging doggy style to satisfy your desire!
Beak grumbles and swears at the guy whose face appears redder than a fighting cock in the mirror. He zips up his pants, washes his hands, applies gel to his hair again to make it shiny, and tidies his clothes.
He goes to the canteen and eats and drinks with the bodyguards. His mouth craves beer, while his owl eyes habitually scan hot girls instead.
A young girl waits to pick up her order at the counter. She wears a school uniform — a leather jacket thrown over a white shirt that clings tightly to her plump body; her curves make Beak's eyes burn.
She stands with her back to Beak. He takes a few steps to the left, tilting his head, and admires the slimness and silkiness where it needs to fit.
His lecherous gaze lingers on the places meant to be full: juicy, fresh, tender, vibrant, undulating, and swaying, as if provoking him.
He raises his hand, estimates—it's bigger than even his large hand—and closes his fingers, imagining massaging and kneading the peach fairy fruit.
She stretches forward, searching for something. Her long, white, pink legs rise slightly on tiptoe. Her pink panties wrap around her plump, round hips, hiding and revealing under her short pleated skirt. Beak and the bodyguards eagerly wait for the hot girl to expose her most sensitive parts.
The pretty girl hurriedly adjusts her skirt, which is pulled close to her buttocks, and finds her hand touching something foreign. She is startled and looks down. Her eyes flash with anger as a rough palm touches the exposed part.
The angry girl tries to stop the man from violating her precious body. She stretches out her arms and slaps him. The sick guy does not dodge, wears a lewd look, and lets her slap his hateful face. A bunch of lechers burst into crude laughter. They cheer Beak on, teasing the girl together:
- Wow, it hurts, but if only I could "make love" to soft, silky skin! - Beak ooohs, rubbing his cheeks to ease the pain - I'll let you slap me day and night! - Beak purses his lips and kisses the air - Hehe, baby, let me have some kisses!
A bunch of blood type D perverts grin, lick their lips, sweep the edges of their mouths, and swallow their saliva:
- The good stuff splatters...
- My body is frozen, guys!
- Nowadays, schoolgirls are real glutinous rice, meat... splatters... craving... Oh... Oh…
- If I doggy that ass, it would be worth it even if I die in bed... Hahaha…
- Honey... Ho ho... Date me... I promise to be "gentle" with you. Hehehehe…
The girl has been teased several times before. She goes crazy with those perverts who once lifted her skirt and touched her butt in public. For some reason, she is so angry this time that her deep pink lips turn purple. She has to burst into anger to stop the grievance from filling her eyes with redness.
- Sticky rice, meat—dig up your fathers' graves! Go home and each of you pin your own mom down and fuck her, you mangy mutts!
She screams wildly and kicks Beak in the crotch. The sharp-beaked guy frowns and groans in pain that shakes the heavens. Beak clamps the girl's legs firmly in his groin.
- Oh, oh, so you like sadism... I have the same perverted taste as you, baby... Hey hey... I like masochism, baby! - He strokes her thighs and glides upwards - The aroma suffocates my nose... I really hope to be tortured by you until I grow old... Hey hey hey…
The canteen owner and the guests in the dining hall dare not touch the buffalo-heads and horse-faces. Beak smirks in triumph, looking at her gritting her teeth.
The girl is being controlled but still struggles violently. She crazily swings her arms and pushes him in vain, scratching Beak's hand and leaving shallow cuts.
The more she resists, the more it arouses his animal nature. Beak happily moves upwards and gropes the sensitive area.
The victim bursts into tears, and her panicked mind cannot help but think of the guard. Why doesn't that idiot appear at the most desperate moment?
She can no longer calmly answer this unanswerable question. The girl is angry because her pure body is about to be tainted and the idiot is not here to protect her.
Why is he not by her side when she needs him the most? The strong girl becomes weak and sobs, calling his name:
- Sam, help me!
No one thinks that unconscious screams can summon a savior. The ferocious god suddenly appears like a devil. Everyone is startled and before they can react, he grabs the beer bottle on the table and throws it directly at Beak. The whizzing weapon flies at the speed of a rocket.
The laughter full of lust is suddenly distorted. Beak lets go of the victim and tilts his head to avoid it. The beer bottle breaks, and the canteen owner and the guests scream and flee the scene.
Beak's bulging pupils stare at the sneak attacker. The attacker rumbles forward, sweeping away obstacles and knocking away everyone in his way. Anger turns into fear. He panics, flailing, and crosses his arms in front of his chest in an X shape, trying to block the incoming straight punch. The force of the attack pushes him back; all the debris shatters under the two legs that crush the floor.
The ferocious god chases him with a roar. Beak tries his best to resist the violent blows. Every punch hurts like a bee sting; every kick weighs a thousand pounds and presses his entire body down.
The muscles and bones that have been trained for many years now seem to tear apart; the strong muscles show purple bruise marks. Beak goes mad with pain; he rams his huge body into the enemy.
Although Beak is timid, he has climbed to the position of vice-captain, so the rapist is not easy to bully. He rushes forward to fight with the ferocious god, whose daredevil fighting style turns the girl pale with fear.
The savior has no reason and no responsibility to always be by her side, so she cannot unreasonably force him to follow her around and protect her. But the girl still hopes that the person who disturbs her mind will appear when she needs him most. But he is late.
She has only one person to miss, and no one to be affectionate with yet. Whether it is affection or longing, feelings or unpleasantness, no one wants the virgin body—still untouched by love—to be defiled.
She is humiliated, but the idiot guy now carries the dead body to rescue her[1]. Before that, she has said to herself that even if he has shown up, she will never forgive the sin that has made her suffer resentment.
The stubborn girl refuses to look at his face. Every time he blocks an attack, she is startled. Every time he is forced to step back half a step, she fears the beast will hurt him.
As she contemplates his hateful face turning into a demon, a deep pink tints her peach cheeks, and her ears immediately grow hot when she hears him roar like a wounded animal:
- Damn, knowing that she is my friend, you mad dogs still dare to bite people? Dad must break teeth, lock mouths, peel skins, and roast galangal all the beasts barking human words! Dead your great-grandfather, you beast!
He doesn't think of her as his sister-in-law's friend, but calls her… friend. There is nothing special about the word "friend." But everything—and every word—is no longer normal when they are going through hardships together.
Just a word with a simple meaning, but the listener understands it in a plain way: close friend turns into a subtle meaning like... friend. That unclear gap passes through her fluttering mind in an instant, and her chest tightens with every thudding heartbeat.
The girl lowers her head shyly, not wanting anyone to see how… uncharming she feels. The savior fights for her. The canteen is destroyed. But she still soars with her dreaming soul, dreaming of a pink future.
That future can start today—the ongoing fight to protect this "fragile" but not easily breakable rose. After a moment of sentimental romance, the weak girl regains her strong character and believes that the guards will seek justice for her.
Rose is still afraid that the people she cares about will get hurt. Every time the furniture breaks, collapses, and shatters, she worries that he will get scratched and bleed. After making sure he is still safe, she holds her heart that is about to jump out of her chest, breathes a sigh of relief, and watches him overwhelm his opponent.
Beak is forced to suffocate, his face turns ashen. The green-bearded demon takes a thunder punch to the face, and a tiger punch sends Beak spinning through the air. The ferocious god roars like a vicious beast and drives his fist into Beak's stomach.
The vice-captain is in so much pain that his intestines twist and his internal organs churn. Gastric juice spurts out, and a bunch of smelly, dirty things overflow from his jaws and mouth, spraying all over the ground. His huge body is struck and flies into the pillar.
Beak clutches his stomach, coughs, and vomits. The big-mouthed guy doesn't dare face the ferocious god. He wants to escape but can't lift his limbs. His legs and arms shake. That miserable look causes Beak to lose the dignity of the deputy captain of the bodyguard.
The ferocious god doesn't let go. He grabs the table leg, hurls the leftovers at Beak, and then smashes the wooden table onto the filthy scum's head with all his strength:
- Drop dead, mangy mutt!
Everyone is horrified to see the ferocious god using the sharp corner of the table to attack, clearly intending to kill Beak in the most brutal way.
If the sharp object hits his head, Beak will suffer brain rupture, a shattered skull, and instant death. A horrible crash echoes, dust flies, and pieces of wood scatter everywhere. Everyone screams in fear:
- Call the police! Sam is committing murder… Call…
- Damn it… Call the police…
Rose doesn't expect Sam to kill someone for her. The girl screams until she loses her voice:
- Idiot! I don't want you to pay for that bastard's life!
From just now until now, a crowd of students, teachers, and security guards has flocked to watch, but has not dared to intervene. Everyone is pale, their hands and feet shaking as the scene is destroyed, furniture breaks, and food splashes everywhere. The most terrifying thing is the ten-centimeter-thick wooden table that shatters into pieces.
Everyone is soaked in cold sweat, not daring to watch Beak endure a tragic end. The big-mouthed guy is beaten with bruises all over his body, his face swollen purple and covered in lumps. In the cruel eyes of the strong bullying the weak… there remains only obsession that crushes the spirit under severe psychological terror.
The guy whose liver grows in his mouth no longer dares to speak. His teeth and lips chatter, nearly biting his tongue. His pupils bulge as he stares at the falling debris, mouth wide open. Lurking in the swirling dust is a tall man. A few seconds later, his towering figure emerges like a giant god.
He retracts his arm—thick as a pillar. He wears a black T-shirt underneath, layered with a sleeveless, weathered green leather jacket. Alternately visible and hidden within the ultra-stretch pants, specially designed for professional bodyguards, are the rugged muscles wrapping tightly around the thighs and rolling down to the calves—towering like pillars that hold up the sky. Blue blood vessels are etched across the copper-brown skin of his abnormal body.
His cold, hardened face is the color of rusty steel. Traces of cruelty are engraved deep in his expressionless look, which regards everything as dust and sand. Humans are no more than insects in the bottom of his gray eyes that carry the color of darkness.
The guard hates rotten things more than people who disregard life. His eyes turn red with anger, and he curses directly at the other party:
- Damn you, mother! You show-off bastard, get out of here right now!
The giant reveals nothing. His five fingers curl into claws and squeeze the guardian's fist. The ferocious god is so amazed that he freezes. He had once pushed Kai back. Although this big guy with developed limbs is a monster, it's unacceptable to block his attack as easily as bullying a child.
He is furious because his opponent neutralizes his attack with just one move. The guardian is eager to reclaim justice, but damn—one hit, one hit, only one hit—and he's left with a headache and confusion over the unbelievable fact. The opponent also uses the voice of the father general[2]:
- Enough. Stop the mischief. Disband!
The enemy barks short, itchy-eared, incoherent words, treating him like a young buffalo—and that makes the evil spirit's eyes burn with rage.
Strangely, from the moment he has started his mischief until now, no matter if he has been insulted behind his back or ridiculed directly, he has not cared about being despised for his character hotter than fire. Now he's crazy, and curses until his saliva splashes:
- Disband… fuck your great-grandfather! If anyone dares to squirm, Daddy will break his neck!
Note
[1] Vietnamese people, if they have been waiting too long or if someone arrives late, often get angry and say: "What did you do, that you only now come carrying a dead body?" In this expression, the term "dead body" is used angrily to refer to the latecomer.
[2] It refers to someone who is arrogant, looks down on others, and enjoys bullying people.
About the "D" blood type:
The "D" blood type refers to a perverted and lustful person who enjoys teasing women and girls. The letter D, when combined with the letter Ê, forms "DÊ," which means "goat" in Vietnamese. People use this play on words to imply that perverted and lustful individuals are like goats.