Why Would I Want To Be Your Fucking Concubine?

Chapter I

I swatted the hands that attempted to touch me again. I swear to God, if my roommate kept messing with me, I’ll kick his head off. I scratched my neck at the beading sweat. Did that fucktard just turn off the AC on me?

Suddenly, the hand returned, this time, it squeezed my nipple. I flinched, “what the fuck!” Flinched so hard, I elbowed the one who did it.

Shit, shit, shit.

I hurried myself to get out of bed, and look for that fucker. Did someone just barge into our dorm and molested me? Out of all the laptops and cellphones he could’ve snatched, he instead took an interest in my nipple? What kind of demented fucking burglar is that? I felt my sudden dizziness at my immediate movement after just waking up, all those sleepless nights are catching up on me now I think, I supported myself on the pillars of the bed.

My half asleep eyes scanned the surroundings, why the fuck does my bunk bed has this weird ass curtains? And why does it not have a bed on top of mine anymore?

And the dorm smells weird, like some incense that I usually come across in the malls. God, I hated those.

Also, why does my dorm suddenly look like an ancient master bedroom?

I heard foreign noises from the thief, more like curses. I don’t know, feels like it, I don’t understand it though. Then, I noticed a freezing breeze has been gracing my skin, as if I’m butt naked. I looked down on my body, it was indeed naked. But what horrified me is not my nakedness, but the marks that were disgustingly etched on my skin. As if I just had se— I glared at the potential culprit. “What the fuck did you do to me?” 

The last thing I know, I was on top of the thief strangling him indiscriminately.

Well, at least for a few good minutes.

“The Emperor!”

“Restrain the concubine!”

I heard the people say–hold on, where did these people come from?

Multiple hands pulled me away to my molester, I almost raised my brow as I was faced with great injustice. I was the one who got molested, why do I feel like they’re condemning me?

Two of the people have restrained me on the ground, making me kneel before the bed. Several of them attended to my molester. I looked at them in disgust.

However, after being held down, I got a good glimpse of the surroundings. Instead of seeing my desk filled with multiple copies of my resume–because I can’t seem to find a job even after getting a degree, I instead saw these stained wooden furniture that greatly resemble the one in the Liyuean-something Dynasty era that my roommate has been obsessing about. And instead of being restrained in a cramped ass apartment–that was severely overpriced just because it’s near a fucking park that nobody goes into aside from the dog-owners who walk their dogs to shit on it, I instead find myself looking up at the high-ass ceiling with the damn expensive chandelier.

“Oh, My Lord, I deeply apologize for the behavior of this concubine, he was fairly obedient and submissive yesterday and has been yearning for your attention—” I heard the lady with a dress say, I think. Are they talking about me? “We will discipline him at once.”

I looked at these people, and unexpectedly I didn’t see any cops. They look like they’re in some theatrical play or something. Just where the hell am I? I certainly remember not having a one night stand with some weird guy who looks like he sleeps in satin. Plus, why would I even have the time and money for that when my relatives are already judging me for being unemployed for several months now!

Then, my eyes landed on my body. At least even having all these marks, my body is still intact. Little do I know if these people are the same ones who kidnap people and sell their organs? I looked to my sides if there’s some unhealed stitches, okay there’s not.