Chapter 14 I'm Not a Psychopath

• I had no idea what I was supposed to do next.
• What would my future be? Perhaps I might get caught by loan sharks who would rob my internal organs for money; perhaps my body would only be discovered in the trash bin after God knows how long. Who knows what's going to happen? Let's just take a step at a time.
• However, when I reached the door, Thelma suddenly asked, "Where are you going?"
• I froze and looked at her in confusion. "I'm running away, of course. Aren't you going to call the police? You don't expect me to wait here for their arrival, do you?"
• Wait. Actually, it's not that bad to get caught by the police after all. No matter how capable the loan sharks are, they can't possibly have the guts to stir up trouble there.
• Upon seeing my glance, she pulled the blanket to cover herself subconsciously as she looked at me with her usual widened eyes. She had always been behaving in such a way around me.
• Nevertheless, she still seemed slightly fearful of me. After glaring at me, her neck immediately cowered, and she lost all her previous self-righteousness.
• "W-Who's gonna call the police?" she asked after a moment of silence.
• What? She's not going to report to the police? Is this a joke? I almost r*ped… Well, you can't say that because I stopped myself in the end. But why isn't she calling the police under such circumstances?
• She paused before continuing, "Who is going to pretend to be my husband if you're gone now? I've finally covered everything up, but if you leave, the truth will be exposed. You are still here–"
• "Aren't you scared?" I asked curiously.
• Thelma slightly flinched again. "Of course I am, but it will be even more troublesome if you leave. My mom will definitely find me another man. I don't want to change two husbands just within a month."
• Is it because of this?
• I could feel that this was not the only reason because her face had darkened, as though she remembered some unhappy memories.
• Then, she shook her head to clear off the messy thoughts in her mind. "Anyway, let's maintain the current situation for the time being. Apart from that, I-I'm the one who's wrong on this matter. I shouldn't have treated you like that…"
• It was completely out of my expectations that she would apologize.
• Perhaps regretting her apology, she immediately explained in a more determined tone, "But it's not completely my fault. You were the one who did… that using my stockings. It's so disgusting and perverted!"
• Seeing how she did not go completely berserk on this issue, I plucked up my courage and defended myself. "What? Are you calling me a pervert now?"
• To be honest, I was also very annoyed.
• "I'm a healthy, mature man. If I don't have any reaction from living with a beautiful woman all day long, I'll be impotent!" I huffed angrily.
• Beautiful woman?
• Every woman liked to be flattered, including Thelma, whose spirits lifted ever so slightly when she heard that. However, she immediately looked serious. After all, it was not the time to be happy over such a small matter.
• "We are always together and in close proximity with each other. Yet, I can't even touch you. Do you know how pressured I feel? I'm sure any other man would not be able to handle it as well! I have to put on an act with you every day and try to make it convincing. After it's over, you don't have any problems with it, but I'm still feeling the physical excitement. If I don't do anything about it, I'll be going crazy," I mumbled, complaining about all my annoyance over the past period.
• Honestly speaking, her aloofness was not the biggest problem.
• "What else can I do? Can you help me with this?" I asked irritably.
• What? Help him with that? Never! Thelma immediately shook her head to reject my request.
• Nevertheless, I had voiced out a fair point.
• After that incident just now, she seemed to be less harsh. Could she have masochistic tendencies?
• As she slightly tilted her head, she thought through what I had just said.
• Truth be told, I was just finding excuses. Even though I pretended to be a victim, it did not change the fact that I did such an unacceptable thing.
• Surprisingly, she seemed to have accepted my complaints.
• With flushed cheeks, she said, "B-But… you still can't do that. It's too vile."
• As soon as she recalled how I put on her stocking, goosebumps appeared on her skin immediately.
• I shrugged. "What else can I do? As a man, I need something exhilarating."
• She did not even ask further about that.
• After a long moment of hesitation, she said, "Anyway, this time around, I'll let it pass. We will carry out our daily lives normally, and I… I will treat you better from now onward. I won't hit you or insult you, but y-y-you can't do things like that with my stockings," she said in a quiet voice as she bit her lips.
• "What about my problem?" I asked.
• "If you really can't restrain yourself, go find a woman outside and settle your problem with her," she said.
• "Er…"
• Just as I wanted to say something, she interrupted. "I've already made the biggest concession, isn't it enough?"
• "No, I was just about to ask if I can claim the money from you?" I blinked at her.
• She could not help rolling her eyes as she replied in annoyance, "Alright, alright. I'll pay for it. Happy?"
• "No problem!" I replied happily.
• However, she suddenly thought of a problem at this moment. "No, we can't do this. It's actually quite promiscuous. What if you get some disease? Well, you would have deserved it, but what if you transmitted it to me? On top of that, if my sister and my mom find out about it, it's going to be an issue. We can't do this," she explained troublingly. Finally, she frowned at me after thinking it through. "why don't I give you two pairs of new stockings?"
• What? Is this how she views me, a pervert with fetishes? I'm not that type of person!
• "I understand that some people have weird inclinations. Even though I can't really accept it, I don't have any other choice now, and I don't want to judge other people's preferences. I just cannot accept that you used a stocking I've been wearing," she mumbled.
• F*ck! I'm really not a pervert!
• I really wanted to tell her that she had misunderstood me.
• "How about buying a new pair of stockings for you or using an old one that I've never worn before?"
• "I… I think the old one is better."
• I really wanted to slap myself at this moment.
• Do I really have this weird fetish? I questioned myself doubtfully.
• When Thelma heard that, her gaze toward me became even more condescending, as though she had confirmed her suspicions. "I would advise you to quit this. After all, it's really quite a perverted thing to do."
• Exasperated, I quickly changed the topic and asked her, "By the way… h-h-how are you still a virgin even after having three husbands?"
• This was the most shocking news to me.