Alice in a Twisted Wonderland (BL 18+ Completed)

Chapter Thirty One: Chester in Wonderland

Everyone wants to be me, or fuck me.

"Caramel Macchiato for Chester?"

I smile at the fellow customer I was talking to in the cafe, as I get my drink the customer says, "So that's your name..."

"I don't give my name away to men who aren't gentlemen," I smile while taking a sip of my drink, not even bringing out my wallet. That's because;

"The drink's on me," the customer says, handing the barista his credit card. I happily smile as I look at my usual barista, as he is well aware I never pay for my drinks here. Or anywhere, for that matter.

It's a shame I wasn't born a woman. Women have more assets and men would throw their life away for them. Most women just don't know how to take advantage of it. Those that do, are shamed by others. Which doesn't matter because them and their luxury bags are being called gold digging whores.

If I was a woman... I'd never waste having born with beauty like that. But I wasn't;

I was born homeless. A street beggar. Malnourished and starved, that's why my body was underdeveloped.

A pair of twins: the Ryzel twins, found me after I begged them for some food in the streets. After confirming I wasn't in any human trafficking scheme, they adopted me from the orphanage I ran away from. My big sister, Catherine, was adopted by another family. We didn't know each other until I graduated high school.

Ryzo was a spoiled boy who would get mad if something weren't what he wanted. He would train himself to death to distract from the fact that he fails in his studies, so he became physically strong to intimidate those who look down on him. With a darker skin than Azel, and shorter hair with red braids attached with beads, he was more free spirited and tough.

Azel was the opposite; top of the class, sophisticated, perfect posture, and not much bulk in his body. He could manipulate his parents or any authorities into getting what he wants, and that includes getting me adopted. He was more calculated, more gentle, yet for a reason. He can be quite harsh if he feels like Ryzo isn't harsh enough to those that deserve it. He has longer hair with extended braids, all black. He likes to wear a calm muted blue instead of his twin's fiery colorful outfits.

Let me go back to my childhood because I was cuter back then: I thought it was a fairy tale come true. The twins were rich, living in a huge house, multiple cars, and vacations every month. I tried to blend in with the housemaids and do work, but they didn't allow me to.

"Pets don't work," they said, gifting me a very expensive collar made of leather and diamonds. I was in heaven; all the food I could eat, all the clothes I could wear, and I could go to a luxurious school with them. I thought I had become a normal person with two big brothers...

Until, I became a prodigy at school, being on top of the class, being well known, being popular... not to mention my looks, which contributed to people bending down to my will. I wasn't gorgeous, but let's say people will do anything for a cute little kitty that rubs and purrs on them. I embraced my height, my cute looks, and people kneeled before me for it.

The twins didn't like that the teacher would ignore my tardiness and missing homework's just because I batted my eyelashes at him. The twins didn't like that other people would buy me stuff. The twins didn't like that I was getting favors from anyone who fell for my charms. And it was everyone.

They started showing how much they weren't my big brothers, by doing stuff big brothers shouldn't do. Ryzo would pin me with my stomach to the wall while playing a game of cops and robbers just so he can threaten me into submission.