Chapter 24: My Husband Made Me Scream
"A-alright, I really need to go now." Lando was the first to break the silence. He tried to roll his wheelchair back, but it didn’t budge. For a second, his calm expression cracked with confusion.
"Oh—oh, let me help you." I jumped to my feet and hurried to his side, placing my hands on the back of his chair. But no matter how hard I pushed, the wheels didn’t move an inch.
"Why isn’t it working?" I muttered, leaning down to check.
Before I could figure it out, Henry—who had been quietly standing a short distance away the whole time—stepped forward. "Young Master, the brake is still on."
"Oh ...." My face flushed with embarrassment, and so did Lando’s.
Henry crouched down, easily unlocking the brake. "There you go."
Lando gave a short nod. "Thank you."
The moment felt strangely awkward. I stepped back quickly, wringing my hands together, not sure where to look.
"Then ... I will go now," Lando said without looking back at me.
"Mhm." I nodded quickly. "Be careful."
BE CAREFUL?!
He wasn’t even leaving the house, he was probably just heading to his study! Why on earth did I say be careful?!
Thankfully, Lando didn’t comment and simply started to leave. But before he could get too far, he suddenly turned back.
"Your hair ..." He avoided my gaze, his voice quieter this time. "Your hair suits you a lot."
For a second, I froze, not sure I’d heard him right. My hand instinctively went up to touch my hair, my cheeks heating all over again.
"Th-thank you," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Lando didn’t wait for a reply. He simply gave the smallest nod before turning away again.
The moment I could no longer see him, I buried my face in my hands and crouched down. I let out a scream, but not too loud, just enough to release all the embarrassment boiling inside me.
"Young Madam."
I froze at the sound of Henry’s voice and only then remembered that I was still in the dining room with people around me. I mean, lots of people.
"Are you alright?" asked Henry.
Slowly, I peeked through my fingers, my face burning hotter than ever. "I-I’m fine," I squeaked, wishing the floor would just swallow me whole.
In an instant, I jumped to my feet, grabbing a box of pizza along with two bottles of soda. "I’ll continue my lunch in my room, thank you!"
Without waiting for a reply, I hurried toward the stairs, practically fleeing the dining room before anyone could say another word. My face was still burning, and my heart wouldn’t calm down no matter how many deep breaths I took.
As soon as I entered the room, I placed the pizza and sodas on the table, then threw myself onto the bed.
I screamed into my pillow as loudly as I could, then pounded my fists against the mattress for good measure before rolling back and forth like a madwoman until my head spun.
AAAAAAAAAAAA!!
The scream echoed inside my mind so loudly I couldn’t even tell if I was actually shouting or just doing it in my head.
"Oh, my heart ..." I gasped, lying flat on my back. I clutched my chest, feeling the rapid thump-thump-thump that wouldn’t slow down. "If I have a heart attack now, will another soul get shoved into this body?"
[No, Host.]
[The system can only insert a soul into the body of someone who experiences a heart attack once.]
[If the body suffers another heart attack, then it will truly die.]
Great. Just great. That wouldn’t be good if Lando saw his wife suddenly drop dead from a heart attack.
Oh lord ... his wife.
I’m really his wife!
Groaning, I rolled across the bed again, covering my face with both hands like a teenager in love for the first time.
What was wrong with me? I’d never acted like this before—well ... actually, I had. But only when I was fangirling over my fictional husbands.
But when it came to real men ... I don’t think so. Maybe once or twice, but never this bad.
This was exactly why I ended up dying as a virgin at thirty-two!
It wasn’t like no man wanted to sleep with me, but I always thought it was too risky. One wrong step and I could end up pregnant by accident, so I figured it was safer to just never sleep with any man at all.
Besides, in this modern age, I could still experience a dick without a man. Thank you, sex toys.
Damn it! Now I just remembered, I left all those cursed objects in my old apartment!
If my landlord decided to tell the reporters, my bad reputation would only get worse.
I should have asked someone to burn my entire collection after I died ... and erase my browser history too.
I sighed heavily. Well, it was too late now. Let’s just pray my landlord isn’t a snitch, and that my phone got smashed to pieces when I fell from the third floor.
I lay flat on the bed again, staring at the ceiling while pressing a hand to my racing heart.
Now that I’m married ... doesn’t that mean I don’t need fake dicks anymore?
Damn it! What the hell am I even thinking?!
We only got married because of an arrangement, so the chances of Lando wanting to sleep with me are basically zero, right? Besides, does his lower body even still work?
Even if I wanted to know, there’s no way I could just look him in the eye and ask, "Hey, are you impotent or not?"
[Just for your information, Host. The system also has sex toys in the system market.]
[You can purchase them with a 20% discount for your first sex toy.]
"You’ve got to be kidding me?!" I yelled into the empty room. "You don’t have skincare or makeup in your market, but you have sex toys?! What kind of perverted system is this?!"
[There is indeed a ’perverted system’, Host.]
I hissed under my breath. What kind of host gets stuck with something like a ’Perverted System’? Maybe it’s better if I don’t even know.