CHAPTER 2

Before Jofang tried brooding deep over what would become of him if he marries Maching, the door pushed open and then, he saw the the 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜 ! She was in his room again, maybe to slit his head and burn him up this time, Jofang thought.

He backed her, staring at the village through the slightly louvered windows, with a full impetus urging him to push Maching away.

"What do you want now?" His voice sounded hoarse and so deep.

"You. It's just you alone, Jo."

Jofang tilted his head and forced out a weird smile which may shrink the sun into an atom.

" Me?", He raised his eyebrows, "You don't have to want me anyways because you can't want me,heh."

He finally turned and watched Maching looking at him like a Chihuahua.

"You don't have to behave this way, Jo. I care for you, which you ought to have known."

"Oh. You cared for me and that's why you have to try my head for a slit, huh? Good, good lover."He scoffed at her, trying not laugh.

"No, Jo. I didn't really meant to slit your head." She whispered, slowly accosting Jofang. She finally touched his chest, "Just look at me and and say yes to our marriage... I love you, Jo. Let's forget about the past, Jo."Now , her sleeky hands went down on Jofang's abdomen.

Feeling disgusted by her rubbish romance, Jofang pushed her and she screamed falling on his bed. Her kimono went loose and exposed her buxom shape of body to the sunrays running through the windows.

She smiled at Jofang.She remembered her mother said exposing the body to the males would lure them closer and she kinda believed because she has tried it on almost all the princes of the Black world.But it seemed like Jofang acted different from other princes she had tasted.

Jofang had turned away at the windows even before her kimono got loose, even though the kimono would go loose as always.He thought everything was supposed to be perfect without her. She was a total obstruction to in every part of his happiness. Everything changed when he just clocked twenty one.

" Jofang?"He felt a hand by his shoulder. He sighed out of tiredness and ire, still staring outwards. "Jofang?"

"You don't have to do this way , Jo. " Maching tugged at his right hand, pulling him to and fro, slowly.

Jofang suddenly brushed off her hand at first, then he looked at her for a while.

He walked to the corner of his room and took out his sword and put on his tux. He felt like going for some swordsmanship practice at mount Òola. He felt his friend, Lu Quishen, the prince of the third Black World kingdom would be heading to the mountain by now. Lu Quishen always met with him by this time at mount Òola.

He wore his sombrero on his curly black hair and left his room for Maching, leaving the door ajar. He didn't even spoke a word to her. "I think she will feel comfortable staying in my room, no problem with that." He whispered, walking briskly.

He walked out of the castle and mounted on his sliver-colored horse. He whipped the horse and it trotted towards the 'Alpha' gate, which automatically opened.

The horse jerked with Jofang, through the slightly filled forest...

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