The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 29

"Let's do a dare. We'll just be playing rock-paper-scissors. The one who loses will do the dare and the one who wins will be the one thinking about the activity. That sounds good?"

"Sounds great and exciting."

To be fair, we played for almost half an hour and won alternately. I didn't want to ruin my happy day. I wouldn't let her ruin it completely. It was no big deal to me. It was definitely impossible for her to find out my secret. But when I almost thought that I was going to win, the time had already come for me to prove myself wrong.

"So, what are my dares?" I asked him impatiently.

"I couldn't really think of something good for this time, but I think walking around the place will be better, eh?"

I lightly punched him on the arm. "Well, just make sure those dares won't be too hard."

We rounded the whole beach, seeing people in bikinis, the blue sea, shades, shops, booths. . . And just more people elsewhere. I was trying to distract Abel to swim now, so that he could possibly forget about the dare but he was more focused on his task.

It was a half-naked and fat guy lying down on the mat, tanning his fatty body face-first, making his reddish back appear.

"What, will that be my punishment?" I asked, shielding my eyes from the glaring sun.

"Precisely, Selene," he answered looking at our far right. Our backs were on the beach, our faces facing the beach-goers.

"What am I gonna do to him?" I slightly panicked. I was actually beginning to overthink of inappropriate things.

"Well, you should thank me for making it easier. I want you to offer him a massage," he instructed and gazed at me. "He should like it, because if it's otherwise. . . I'm going to go another. But a harder one."

I hesitantly and carefully went towards the man just three feet far. I slowly went near and took a very deep breath. I was definitely nervous. So I stopped from walking because I couldn't handle the feeling of disgust. He was so hairy he almost looked like a caveman. I uncontrollably grimaced as as well when I looked at his big belly. You can do this, Selene. You can! I was certainly not going to lose the game for the nonce.

"Excuse me, sir," I finally approached him. He wore black glasses, his face faced where I was.

The man did not reply, but looked at me, maybe. I even expected him to be mad or something for disturbing his skin to be tanned, or maybe I was just overthinking again?

"Would you like to have a free massage?" I asked with all the strength to have a formal voice. Was that right, free, Abel?!

The man suddenly grinned when he rose. He looked awful because he really looked better when he's not smiling. "Thank god my wish came true!" He said, clapping his sweaty-looking hands. "Full body, please."

And so I knelt down, then started my duty as a massager. I started down to the legs, until I reached the head. I was finally tired, after an hour of ceaseless massaging. I took a break to wipe my sweat on my temple because the sun was directly shining on me. His shade was just too small that it covered this whole man's body that it didn't reach me anymore.

It was when I heard a sudden snore, and realized that this fat guy fell asleep. I was thinking and deciding whether to wake him up or to leave him alone. If I was gonna wake him up, I was thinking, there was a possibility that he would ask more. If I was gonna leave him alone, then the man might wake up and nag me about it.

"Sir, are we done now?" I tried waking him up by gently poking his fatty arm.

He grunted as he woke up and cleared his throat. "Yeah," he stopped to rise. "Thank you very much, helpful kid," he looked at me through his black sunglasses.

"You're very much welcome, sir," I smiled at him as I stood and finally walked.

"Hey, wait up, kid," I heard him say that.

I closed her eyes, hoping so bad that the man wouldn't let me massage him once again. But nonetheless I turned my body, then looked at him still frozen in my position. The fat man grabbed something from his back pocket in his sunny beach shorts, and surprisingly brought out a wallet. My heart was beating fast in joy as it said: money, money, money, money. . .

"Come here." I did as I was bade. "Give me your palm." I did again as I was bade again. In my palm in the blink of an eye was money. Deep inside, my heart burst like a balloon.

I never really expected him to do this, since he looked like he was so naughty as if he had a broken family or something but I guess I was judging again. "Sir, it's free," I rejected without touching the money. My palm was still raised.

"I know you're job is tiring. Here, take this. Please," he insisted, and rolled my hands for it to be kept and hidden.

I sighed, then nodded instead. "Thank you, sir. Very very much."

I walked away, and looked at Abel. He was still in his old standing position. I knew that he watched me the whole time. As if I would run away.

A smirk was plastered on his face. "Not bad for a first-time massager," he said.

"I got a hundred dollars! That man was actually rich, Abel!" I said, waving and showing the money as if I won the lottery.