Chapter 3 Part3 (1/2)

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Chapter 3.3

For the past two decades, Lineas had never felt that he was a h.o.m.os.e.xual or had similar tendencies. He a.s.sumed the majority of men here weren’t h.o.m.os.e.xual either. They simply surrendered to the reality.

Masturbation can’t solve the problem. They longed for real pounding, real flesh, the touch of hands, the feel of sweat dripping from the tip of their nose, the heavy panting in their ear… In one word, they longed for real people

There are no women here. This is a world of males. They could only go to people of the same s.e.x. This is expediency. Otherwise, is there a better way? Don’t speak of morality to men – that is worthless in front of s.e.x.

So, after initially rejecting the idea, Lineas considered it reasonable to find another man to solve the problem. Of course, thoughts are just thoughts, he hadn’t tried to do so. Although he grew up in the ghettos, it’s hard to find another pauper as picky as him – even though he didn’t agree with this judgement. He only wanted to find someone who looked neat and clean, even though that’s not usually a quality of men.

For example, he considered William a good choice. His eyes were comforting, but he had Olay by his side. Lineas disliked breaking up couples. He found Michel nice, too. He always kept himself tidy, and he smiled warm and sincerely. But he’s a serial killer who always stayed in his single cell (well, he could only stay there anyway) talking to his dead dog.

While he was picking and choosing and couldn’t make up his mind, those big, thick, hairy men kept looking for trouble with him. Of course he taught them a lesson. He had self-respect.

When he first saw Derer he was stunned. He thought that guy with the blonde, waterfall-like hair should be a girl, a well-educated lady so delicate that everyone wanted to protect her. That’s his favorite type – poor boys always dream about a rich girl.

When he was notified that he would share the room with Derer, he was very excited, and took everyone else’s jealous looks for granted. This was a chance gifted to him by the heavens, which he will not waste.

When he saw Derer without the long hair, he was a bit disappointed. But he was still very pretty. Instead of looking more manly, he now looked like a tomboy – very clean cut and neat, but it did not reduce his aura of the upper cla.s.s.

But compared to that, Lineas was even more shocked by the manner in which he showed up – he was carried in by two cops. They threw him onto the bed and said to Lineas, “He will be your new roommate from now on. Please take care of him, because he’s a… …(Truman laughed sarcastically) poor, ill man.”

When they were at the door, Quincy thought about it and turned around to remind him, “If there is any emergency, you can ring the bell.” Then they left.

Lineas wasn’t sure what was meant by those last words. He looked at the little man sunk in the bed, and thought Derer was so slender that he almost got swallowed by the bed.

“h.e.l.lo, I am Derer Bryan.” The person in bed suddenly spoke while staring at the ceiling, without sparing him a look. “Nice to meet you, but they gave me tranquilizers and relaxants, so I am unable to stand up at the moment to give you a handshake or a hug or kiss or anything like that. I am so sorry. Okay, I have finished my introduction.” he said.

“I am Lineas Orison. Nice to meet you… I am glad to share the room with you.” Lineas replied to his introduction with unusual politeness, despite feeling weird about it. He sat next to him, “How can they do this to you? Oh my G.o.d, tranquilizers and relaxants! Which one did they give you?”

“Both of them, in the amount they give to an elephant! This is so awful!” Derer frowned, “If my dad knew about it they would definitely suffer, but he’s dead now, heehee.” He grinned with mouth wide open.

Lineas sensed something weird from this boy. He coughed drily, “I heard that you killed him? Why did you kill him?” He said.