He's such a blusterous maniac! There's a reserved room on the top floor exclusively for us where we can have our private coitus. But he's too aggressive, my arms are stuck in his clenches while shoving and kissing me on the door. The way he digs my mouth with his tongue suffocates me. I pushed him but his grip remained on my arms, then he dragged me to his bed and pinned my wrists—twisting his lips on top of me.
"I knew it, you're worthwhile, lady. Perhaps I shall not return you to your wolf boyfriend and you stay stuck here with me," he said seductively—and absolutely infuriating!
"Only a compelled woman will hit on you. Have some hygiene—!"
I was in the middle of complaining when he sucked my lips with kisses again! Not minding the stain of my red lips on his. Or maybe I just dislike the smell of this man, far from being better than the smell of my mate. Moreover, there's something intriguing about the smell of his bed: it smells like sea salt! He tears the sleeves of my dress and sucks my skin. I can stay submissive because of his heavy hand not until the sensation of his tongue and teeth on my chest creep me!
In a snap, I deactivated the spell covering me: my eternal youth. It was only a matter of seconds when he realized he'd been kissing a wrinkled old skin. "What on earth—!" he reacts as he jerks away from me. And the table turns. I crept and leaned above him.
"You want my body, you say? You want some taste of an old hag!?" I pretended I'll strip my dress from the hem and he quickly covered his eyes.
"You—! Have some shame, old lady!!" he blurts out and crawls backward, horrified and disgusted. But I resume teasing him by stretching my lips to his face while his arms are blocking me. "What a horrible audacity! Look how loathous you are!"
"Now you regret it!? You're nothing compared to my mate!" I grabbed a tight hold on my purse and pummeled his arms and head with it several times. "You want me to stay stuck here!? This is what you want!? You can't even lay eyes on me now! Look at how dumb and whore you are! You're more disgusting than me!" I scolded like a grandmother punishing my grandchild for coming home late.
He catches the purse, throws it away, and locks my jaw in his harsh grip. The two provoked faces met with an inch between. He warns, "I thought you're doing this for your wolf boyfriend? He won't rise from that grave anymore! And I will make you my slave—!"
I slapped his face hard—my palm layered with enchast—that bumped his head to the wall. "I don't care about your whore plans!" I screeched. Swiftly, I grabbed the blanket and tossed it on the floor. My age rolled back to 23 again as I hopped from the bottom of the bed and removed my high heels. "You adore hard-to-get women, no? Don't adore something you can brag but cannot claim." I enchanted my high heels before I threw them at him, the heels became swords and he summoned an enchast to shield himself from the ambush.
After the cluttering, I was pushed and pressed to the wall, my hands locked, leveling my head because of his enchantment. And he casually walks above the bed and hops down toward me. "There's one way to make you mine," he said huskily. I looked at his hand when he unleashed his spellbook, unintentionally, I saw the blanket on the floor moving too. I acted naturally to mend my pride. He lifts my chin and recites the spell, "The next second you blink, you will be my obedient doll."
"... With that kind of face, I will not let my love life end tragically with you. You're the hottest ugly whore I've ever met!" I hollered and kneed his groin. A few seconds later, Manjiro hits Afvshaganifs' nape with a rod and knocks him down. I froze his spellbook before it could vanish along his faint, and enchant it to steal its control—that made the spell void. "Perfect timing!" I praised Manjiro.
"Are you alright!?"
"I'm good. Thank you." I fixed my dress. Later on, we bind Afvshaganifs hands behind and roll him in a blanket before we escape. I instructed Manjiro to hold his breath and left the room to the first floor. The situation here is dire in favor of us, the ring I left on the table emits a gas that enchanted everyone here to sleep. Which makes our way out wide but we both chase our breaths the moment we step outside the restaurant.
"Ma'am! Manjiro!" Ruth is waving from the parked car. "Hurry up!" And we race our way inside the car. This is the plan. The driver drives the car faster.
Meanwhile, I flipped the pages of Afvshaganifs’ spellbook like an ordinary book until I found the spell that will validate my spellbook again! I wasted no time unlocking it and testing my spellbook as I manifest it. "This is it! It's working! We made it! We can return to our time!"
"We can save Linly!?"
"Yes~!" I screamed in joy and embraced Manjiro.
"I'm relieved the plan worked," Ruth breathes out.
"And I never imagined I'd ever be under your spell. I can't say how I ended up appearing under a blanket!"
"I knew it! You're a talented magician, a more powerful one!"
I said, "There's more to be done. But time is limited. We cannot achieve anything with haste... but we probably could in brutality."
"W-What...?"
"Ruth, I'm gonna make use of the telephone. There's someone in the past in need to call."
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I move the stand of the telephone in front of the old pendulum. I only changed my dress before I set myself in the living room together with Ruth and Manjiro, watching the television in the middle of the night.
Ruth says, "Our master is another problem, too! I've been trying to contact him but he's not responding. I've contacted his manager and they said our master already timed out. Even the people in his penthouse say he's not home. I'm worried something wrong has happened."
I paused from what’s occupying me. It's true that this is our gathering place after the plan for this is the safest. I looked at the time, then laid the spellbooks on the couch. "You're right. We have to make sure he's safe—"
"No. Do what you have to do. Leave this to us," Manjiro suggests, and I'm impressed. They discuss with others methods they could do to find Andrew.
After securing the power, I flipped the pages further and was flabbergasted when I found an unexpected spell: Haiban's spell of creation. I touch my name written on this page. Not just mine but Haiban, Zaeramil, and Lanasia are listed here as tributes to the creators of the spell.
The werewolf universe.
My hand automatically covered my mouth. The spells further describe the creation of their world, the difference between day and night from this human world, and the werewolf's world for the dead. Every single detail testifies to contribute to my weak apprehension. "Manjiro! Werewolves are alive! Werewolves have their own world! It means that the Moon Goddess did not erase their existence! She considered my proposed plan!" I buoyantly announced.
"Oh, then why are we here in the future?"
"And why are werewolves believed to be fiction?" Ruth follows up too.
"Good questions," I answered. I wrote the spell quickly on my spellbook's empty page. I now know the answer to the only question needed to solve. Finally, I stood in front of the telephone, stretched my hand toward the pendulum, and the letters of the spell formed the shape of an enchast levitating in front of the clock. I haven't laid a finger on the telephone when it rings. I look at Ruth, she's clueless at first then she spills her assumption,
"It could be master!"
Consequently, I answer the call, "... How does this toy work...?"
["... Hello? Ruth?"]
"Andrew! Where the hell are you!?"
["Oh, granny... how did you know I'm in hell?"]
"Just tell me where exactly you are! We're all worried about you! We'll come to you if need be!"
["N-No, no. I'm in front of the house, actually..."]
"You're saying my house is a hell?"
["No. It's my... location—"]
"Andrew, is something going on out there that disturbs your speaking?"
["... Yes. Avi is here... with his pirates a-and guns."]
"Let them in."
["What?"]
"They are my guests."
["... But... granny they're gonna kill you—!"]
I heard a gunshot over this toy and nearby the house! The guards from the outside fire their guns but that's useless, I keep telling them to cease but the enemies won't do the same. Maids are screaming and Manjiro is defending them. The windows shattered into shreds as the bullets passed through and we all stooped down. I dashed to the couch of the living room and snatched the stolen spellbook, making sure that I locked it. I remained covering myself on the rug because of the raining bullets until all the guards were lifeless on the ground.
"NO! MASTER ANDREW!" Ruth exclaims.
The pirates have invaded the house and Afvshaganifs is standing in the doorway, holding a gun. A subordinate is holding Andrew who is fatally bleeding!
The captain says, "What a wonderful house to play with death."