Chapter 65 American Party
It was already half past ten. As a growing teenager, Olga should have gone to bed early! So, even for Olga's future height, Rei Furuya felt that he had to go and bring her back.
*
Following the directions indicated by the GPS, I drove to a house on the outskirts of the city. It was a small, three-story house located in a middle-class neighborhood.
Before getting off the car, the strong drum beats hit my eardrums.
Fūya Ling frowned slightly, lowered his head and quickly typed a line of words on his mobile phone, then walked towards the house.
Unlike last time, the room was ablaze with colorful lights, and the cheers of the teenagers were endless. So, Furuya Rei felt a little more at ease. But he still pressed an icon on his phone.
This false sense of security lasted until Rei Furuya opened the door of the house and saw a group of chaotic teenagers coming into his sight.
Hanging from the ceiling were the kind of spherical lights you'd find in nightclubs. They spun, refracting and emitting a multicolored, dark glow. The speakers played upbeat, rousing music, the volume even exceeding that of a nightclub.
But what was worse than the nightclub was that in the fairly spacious living room, all the furniture except the bar had been cleared out, and replaced by several mattresses covering the floor.
Yes, mattress...
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol and a faint hint of smoke, but definitely not from cigarettes.
Under the dizzying lights and on the mattress, there are already many images that need to be blurred.
The madness of modern college students. Especially when they are art students.
Fūya Rei quickly looked away, but still felt his temples throbbing—probably from anger.
Among a group of teenagers who have thrown away their brains and reason and turned into beasts, Furuya Rei is struggling to find Olga.
At this moment, he hoped very much that there was something wrong with the positioning system.
Unfortunately not.
Olga was actually easy to find. Unlike most of the men and women who were already entangled in styles that needed to be censored, she was alone.
She was sitting with her legs crossed on the slightly raised bar, one hand on the counter and the other holding a goblet filled with a bright red, rich liquid.
Under the ever-changing dim light, Olga's face was slightly blurred, but her aura became more and more decadent, like the poisonous snake that seduced and corrupted people in the Garden of Eden.
She had changed her clothes at some point and was now wearing a black halter dress that just covered her thighs, revealing her fair, smooth shoulders and neck.
Rei Furuya suddenly remembered that Olga had said she would go out in a bath towel. Now it seemed that this skirt might not be as good as a bath towel.
He used to feel helpless, but now, Ling Jiangu only felt a buzzing pain in his head.
In the room where demons were everywhere, Olga formed a relatively small vacuum zone around her - it seemed that no one dared to get too close to her.
She was the youngest among the crowd of men and women, yet she possessed the most powerful aura. She held her chin high, looking down at the ugly crowd with the pride of a queen, taking in their ugliness and then finding joy in it.
Rei Furuya tried to push through the dancing crowd and head towards Olga. Unfortunately, the sudden appearance of a well-dressed, and good-looking, person among a group of barely-clothed beasts was a disaster.
It was obvious that there was no way Rei Furuya would be let off like this. It was only a few steps away, but Rei Furuya felt that walking was more troublesome than the most dangerous mission he had ever undertaken.
Countless men and women, dancing and obviously in an excited state, kept sticking to him, and the bolder ones even grabbed his arms and wanted to kiss him passionately on the spot.
Fūya Rei pushed these people away expressionlessly, and when he raised his head inadvertently, he met Olga's eyes.
She was looking at him.
The corners of her mouth were curved in a playful manner, and she obviously regarded his "miserable situation" as great entertainment.
Her eyes seemed clear, yet also seemed to be very drunk.
Rei Jōgō felt that his blood pressure was rising, and his motivation was also increasing.
He finally came to Olga, barely suppressed his emotions, and said to her in a gentle voice: "Let's go home, Olya."
Olga seemed to have no bones. He just pulled her wrist lightly and she lost her balance and fell straight forward on him.
As the distance got closer, the smell of alcohol on her body became more and more obvious, with the unique fragrance of red wine.
Olga laughed softly, seeming very happy. She rubbed her head against his neck, like a cat that had stumbled upon Mu Tian Liao, filled with intoxication and attachment.
“…Hey…it’s Lingling…hehe…”
Olga's voice sounded slurred and a little lisp-like, and she was obviously drunk.
Furuya Rei sighed, holding Olga with one hand to prevent her from falling off the bar, and repeated: "Let's go back."
Unexpectedly, Olga, who had been so obedient just now, suddenly became uncooperative. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed him away.
"No. Not going back."
"Olga."
"whee."
Facing Rei's cold face, Olga suddenly smiled again. She lifted the goblet that was placed beside her, tilted it slowly, and then, in front of Rei, let the bright red liquid pour all over him.
Furiya Rei's shirt was quickly soaked with wine, becoming translucent. He stood there expressionlessly, watching Olga's actions without saying a word.
"Hey - Lingling... so pretty... hehe!"
They quickly attracted a lot of attention, and there was a long burst of cheers and whistles around, as if celebrating Olga's behavior.
People were making a fuss and seemed to be shouting something, but Jōgō Rō couldn't hear clearly and didn't care.
Olga suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. Her force was a little stronger than usual, and several buttons on his shirt were torn off, revealing a large area of tight muscles on his chest, which was still stained with dark red water marks with the aroma of wine.
Their noses were almost touching, and they could almost feel each other's heartbeat and breath. He saw that in the dim environment, Olga's dark green eyes were like little stars, reflecting his figure.
She smiled again, as if she was very happy. Her cold fingertips touched his cheek and she said to him in that vague and lingering tone: "Who are you? Why do you care about me? That old man and Rum won't care about me-"
"Arthas, you are drunk." Furiya Ling frowned slightly and interrupted Olga.
Olga leaned back to distance herself from him, turned around, and began to search the bar for alcohol again. She seemed unable to even sit still, and was almost lying on the bar.
"Come back with me."
However, there was no way Furiya Ling would allow Olga to continue this ridiculous behavior. Before her fingertips could touch the glass bottle, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her down from the bar, pushed through the crowd, and led her towards the door.
"Well—I'm not leaving, I'm not going back!"
Olga was pulled by him and had to follow him. His steps were a bit fast, so Olga stumbled. She must have been angry, and Furuya Rei immediately felt a resistance.
He turned around, only to see her uncontrolled hand grabbing his wrist, her whole body leaning back against him, almost falling to the ground.
"I'm not leaving... Leave me alone! I hate you!" she declared shrilly.
Unfortunately, Olga, who always spoke softly, did not speak louder even after getting drunk, and now she was drowned out by the crowd's revelry.
However, Fūya Ling pretended not to hear, bent down expressionlessly, picked up the girl who refused to cooperate, and strode out the door.
He was very skilled at holding Olga, as he often held her. But it was only when he picked her up this time that he realized something, and his movements became somewhat stiff and helpless.
She was wearing too little, and he looked terrible, so their skin was touching over a large area, and the warmth between them could be transmitted without any barrier.
This feeling of skin touching skin... is so strange.
While Fūya Rei was stunned, Olga saw that her struggle was futile, and her powerless left hand probably wanted to strangle his neck, but in the end it could only rest lightly on his neck.
Finally, she angrily hit him hard with her right hand, which still had some strength, then lowered her head and became completely quiet, not saying a word.
To Rei Furuya, this little force was no different from a tickle. So, he came to his senses and continued with his original plan, opening the car door, putting Olga in the passenger seat, and fastening her seatbelt.
*
Not long after the two drove away, several cars with sirens blaring slowly drove over.
The local PD received a text message report that someone was disturbing residents by making noise late at night.
*
No conversation along the way.
Olga remained silent with her head bowed, while Rei Furuya stared straight ahead, expressionless as they drove towards their residence. The silence inside the car was almost maddening.
Finally, when they were almost home, Olga suddenly said, "Why do you care about me?"
Fūya Rei slammed on the brakes and stopped the car on the side of the road.
There were no cars or pedestrians on the streets in the early hours of the morning, only a solitary street lamp that persevered in emitting a faint light.
He turned to look at Olga, who still had her head lowered, leaning against the car window.
Fūya Rei couldn't see her expression, but the emotions in his heart were surging because of her words and her behavior today.
"Why should I care about you? Olga, look at what you are doing?" Although he was angry, Furuya Rei tried his best to control his voice.
"Oh..." Olga blinked, "Is it because you are my guardian?"
Furuya Rei was stunned for a moment, then Olga's lifeless tone made him even more irritated. There was anger, and perhaps something else mixed in.
But no matter what the reason, he spoke without thinking: "Yes! Because I am your guardian, I should watch over you! I have to watch over you!"
But Olga sneered sarcastically: "Bourbon, Bourbon, huh."
Under Rei Furuya's direct gaze, Olga pushed the car door, but it didn't budge.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
