89 Chapter 3 (2/2)

Of course, Min remained oblivious to his own apparent sex appeal. Every village we came to, women would be eying him or attempting to flirt with him. His distant and cold attitude only seemed to encourage the worst of them. It could be said that my own sexual exploits were likely not the only cause of this lynch mob. Many of the women in the crowd had likely started this mob over jealousy from my possession of Min. They were perhaps angry at my promiscuity when I held such a charming companion.

Those same women were, even while watching their strongest men beat down by his wrath, sighing with dewy eyes over how beautiful his movements were. Of course, he had already won my heart and watching him kick some ass was starting to stimulate other parts of my anatomy once again, even as my body was likely shutting down from hypothermia. I was shaken from my thoughts when the angry mob began their next attack, coming from an unexpected direction.

”Min!” One woman suddenly spoke up. ”We have caught this Tramp spreading disease and fornicating with half the men in this village! You don't have to defend a harlot such as she!”

”Leave her! We'll take good care of you!”

”Stay in our village!”

”I love you!”

I frowned at the onslaught of screaming women who had run out of expendable men to toss in Min's direction and decided to fall back on their own manipulative ways. I don't spread diseases. In fact, that could be said to be one of the best things about me. It irritated me intensely that these women would spread such blatant lies, especially to someone I cared about. Of course, Min merely gave them a cold look, which seemed to cause one of the women to even swoon slightly.

Before I could help myself, a burst of energy flew through me. The pain and numbness diminished and suddenly I could move my body properly again. I knew I had just activated my limit break. It wasn't intentional, but a combination of the desperation, the annoyance, and my own frustration had caused it to pop. I stood up using my newfound energy and walked the distance to Min, who was still holding the sword to keep the crowd at bay, although they weren't attempting to press forward anymore.

”That ugly skank isn't worth it!” one of the women shouted, and a crease formed on my forehead.

”We can give you more than she can!” Another spoke up.

Within those few steps, the anger and annoyance boiled over the top. I was done with their attitude. I reached Min and wrapped my arms around him, then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. Two small little hills plopped out into the cold icy air. These breasts could easily exist without the presence of a bra, and at best would be called A cups, but this was still unmistakably the chest of a woman. As soon as his bare chest hit the frozen air, his nipples hardened into sexy pink nips. Min's chest was fully exposed to the entire crowd.

”See!” I shouted. ”He is a she! She's got a vagina! Do you get it?”

The crowd immediately went quiet. It was so quiet that you could probably hear it if a mouse sneezed. Suddenly, a low voice was muttering something quietly. It took me a moment to realize where it was coming from. The person standing right in front of me was speaking very softly. From instinct, I leaned forward.

”Please… Aria… why… bad Aria… please stop… this is bad play. So embarrassing… Aria. Sadist. Abusive wife… mean…”

Min's face had gone completely red, and his eyes seemed to be staring at nothing like his soul had already abandoned his body. I immediately lowered his shirt, and then it hit me.

”Ah… there's the backlash.” My voice came out in a croak.

Blood immediately starting rise from my throat and spewing out my mouth. The energy I had used to stand dissipated like the strings of a marionette were suddenly cut. I almost hit the floor but was stopped just before me head went face first into a snowbank.

Things started to get a little blurry after that. I could hear Min's warm breath running across my ear, feel his strong arms wrapped around my ice cold body, and then nothing but darkness. The sleep was fitful, filled with nightmares where I went between being burned alive and frozen.