Chapter 398. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: Things Get Steamy Down by the Stream. (4/5)
Though I was feeling pretty lightheaded. Her nails had cut into the skin on my back earlier and I’d been bleeding a bit from my back for a while now. It wasn’t too deep or anything so the bleeding had stopped, but there was definitely still blood visible. Rosa’s fingernails didn't have any blood on them because they’d been under the water when it happened and the blood had been washed away.
One reason I sat up so quickly before was because the water that got into the cuts stung and I was concerned I’d lose too much blood if I hadn’t.
Rosa’s expression turned glum as she stared at her fingernails and mumbled, “I’m always so careful, but I still messed up. This is terrible.”
“It’s really not.”
“It is! We’re out of the city, what if it gets infected? We have to sterilize it right away.” She said worriedly.
“Hold up, I don’t have that sort of strange fetish.”
It took her a second before she understood what I meant.
“I didn’t mean like that! I brought a first aid kit, there’s a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in it. Hurry up, let's get back. Actually, no, it’s fine, wait right here. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Rosa stood up, flustered, and ran over to the rock with her sandals. She hopped out of the water onto the rock. She wiped her feet on the surface of the rock to dry them off before she slipped her sandals on and sprinted into the thicket of trees.
She didn’t even bother to change into her clothes. Seeing her in such a panic and how she was worried about me, I didn’t know how to describe the way it made me feel. Was I a bit happy that she cared? Maybe I was.
But I also didn’t think she needed to overreact like this. It would have been fine even if it wasn’t treated immediately. It could have waited until after we changed back into our clothes and got back to the campsite together.
I didn’t bother to sit still as Rosa told me to. I stood up, headed over to the rock I left my own clothes and shoes on top of and jumped from the water onto the rock the same way Rosa had to avoid getting dirt stuck to the bottom of my feet. I’d done so to avoid ruining the inside of my shoes with mud. I wiped the soles of my feet dry on the side of the rock, then shook them to send the remaining water flying. Once I slipped into my shorts and long pants, pulled up my socks, and had my shoes back on, a tree beach snapped a short distance away.
“What are you doing? I told you not to move,” Rosa scolded anxiously.
When I turned my head in the direction of the thicket, she was beside a tree, stopped in place, with the medkit in hand. I naturally retorted, “I’m not a kid. It’s not like you stabbed me with a knife through my chest and I’m on the verge of bleeding out… yet.”
“Yet? What’s that supposed to mean? Do you think I’m going to do that?”
“No.”
“Then why’d you say that?”
“It was a slip of the tongue. Don’t mind it.”
“Whatever, now’s not the time for this. Sit down.”
Rosa hurried over to my side while I did as she requested and took a seat on top of the rock.
“I’m… sorry.” She whispered under her breath from behind as she placed her hand on my back. She sounded extremely bitter.
“It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I haven’t been cut by your fingernail before.”
“But it didn’t hurt that time, right? I removed my special pain-numbing nail polish when we were at the restaurant earlier today and I didn’t reapply a new coat after that. It must have hurt when they cut into your skin this time. I… feel awful now… I wanted us to both feel good just now, but in the end, I got carried away, hurt you instead, then went and felt good all by myself,” she explained in a glum tone.
“I don’t mind dealing with a bit of pain. It really didn’t even hurt that much. It was like a prick with a needle.”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better…”
“And what’s wrong with that? Do you think your boyfriend wants to see you getting all depressed over something pointless?”
“It’s not pointless. What if I’m not careful and I mess up again? What if next time it’s something way worse? What if I accidentally cut you when we’re asleep or when we do it. If I cut your throat with my nails and it’s not something small enough for a bandaid to easily patch up?”
“It hasn’t happened until now.”
“Because I’ve always been extremely careful. But… if I lose myself in the heat of the moment the way I did just now… it scares me. I should… really just clip my nails. What am I even still keeping them sharp for? It’s not like I need them sharp... if I become a teacher instead of an assassin.”
“Well… that’s certainly true. You don’t need them…”
“Yeah… I don’t need-”
“But! I like them as they are.”
“Huh? You… like them as they are? But… why? They’re just… inconvenient.”
“Well, firstly, I’m opposed to the idea of defanging a tiger.”
“I’m not an animal.”
“No, you’re certainly not. But you see, there’s something that annoys me from the bottom of my heart.”
“Annoys you? What?” Uncertain, she questioned back.
“Well, you remember how I like to read?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Stories where an overpowered woman hooks up with a guy and suddenly becomes weak to the point any random thug on the street becomes a threat to their entire existence annoy the living hell out of me. I genuinely can’t stand them. Really, why do they even exist at that point? They were so strong one second, but the next, they were suddenly being kidnapped by every Tom, Dick, and Harry off the street. For the love of god, for my sanity, don’t become that girl, Rosa.”
I squeezed my forehead as I recalled all of the stupid female characters in the novels I’d ever read that turned into useless deadweights the instant they became cursed by that cursed damsel-in-distress syndrome the second they hooked up with a guy. They’d eventually be left behind and completely forgotten by the author.
Damn it, don’t get me attached to them if they’re just going to turn useless and be forgotten forever!
“Pfft. Hehehe.” Rosa giggled behind me.
“What’s so funny?”
“How seriously you said all of that.”
“Well, I’m being serious. So don’t go and think about clipping your nails behind my back.”
“But... they’re a major inconvenience for me.”
“Then be inconvenienced. If you go and do it, I’m not going to lie and tell you I like them dull when I prefer them sharp. It’d be the same if you suddenly went and cut your hair short. I’m not going to put on a fake smile and tell you you look better with short hair when my preference is girls with long hair.”
“Huh? Why’d you suddenly bring up hair length?”
“It’s another pet peeve I have. Girls in stories I’ve read who cut their hair short to show their conviction, I want to slap them silly for dumbass logic like that. So just like your hair, your fingernails are the same. You’re perfectly fine as you are now.”
“But if I cut you…”
“Then I can only blame myself for that since I’m the one being selfish here. It’s no one else’s fault but my own, not yours.”
“...” Rosa’s hand slid down my back in silence before I felt her lips press down on the center of my back.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing it to make it better.”
“Do I look like a baby to you?”
“I’m going to sterilize it now with hydrogen peroxide. Try not to cry or else I really will start calling you a baby.”
A few seconds after she said that I felt a wet cotton cue tip press into one of the cuts on my back. I grit my teeth firmly together as it seriously stung like a bitch.
Chapter 398. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: Things Get Steamy Down by the Stream. (4/5)
Though I was feeling pretty lightheaded. Her nails had cut into the skin on my back earlier and I’d been bleeding a bit from my back for a while now. It wasn’t too deep or anything so the bleeding had stopped, but there was definitely still blood visible. Rosa’s fingernails didn't have any blood on them because they’d been under the water when it happened and the blood had been washed away.
One reason I sat up so quickly before was because the water that got into the cuts stung and I was concerned I’d lose too much blood if I hadn’t.
Rosa’s expression turned glum as she stared at her fingernails and mumbled, “I’m always so careful, but I still messed up. This is terrible.”
“It’s really not.”
“It is! We’re out of the city, what if it gets infected? We have to sterilize it right away.” She said worriedly.
“Hold up, I don’t have that sort of strange fetish.”
It took her a second before she understood what I meant.
“I didn’t mean like that! I brought a first aid kit, there’s a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in it. Hurry up, let's get back. Actually, no, it’s fine, wait right here. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Rosa stood up, flustered, and ran over to the rock with her sandals. She hopped out of the water onto the rock. She wiped her feet on the surface of the rock to dry them off before she slipped her sandals on and sprinted into the thicket of trees.
She didn’t even bother to change into her clothes. Seeing her in such a panic and how she was worried about me, I didn’t know how to describe the way it made me feel. Was I a bit happy that she cared? Maybe I was.
But I also didn’t think she needed to overreact like this. It would have been fine even if it wasn’t treated immediately. It could have waited until after we changed back into our clothes and got back to the campsite together.
I didn’t bother to sit still as Rosa told me to. I stood up, headed over to the rock I left my own clothes and shoes on top of and jumped from the water onto the rock the same way Rosa had to avoid getting dirt stuck to the bottom of my feet. I’d done so to avoid ruining the inside of my shoes with mud. I wiped the soles of my feet dry on the side of the rock, then shook them to send the remaining water flying. Once I slipped into my shorts and long pants, pulled up my socks, and had my shoes back on, a tree beach snapped a short distance away.
“What are you doing? I told you not to move,” Rosa scolded anxiously.
When I turned my head in the direction of the thicket, she was beside a tree, stopped in place, with the medkit in hand. I naturally retorted, “I’m not a kid. It’s not like you stabbed me with a knife through my chest and I’m on the verge of bleeding out… yet.”
“Yet? What’s that supposed to mean? Do you think I’m going to do that?”
“No.”
“Then why’d you say that?”
“It was a slip of the tongue. Don’t mind it.”
“Whatever, now’s not the time for this. Sit down.”
Rosa hurried over to my side while I did as she requested and took a seat on top of the rock.
“I’m… sorry.” She whispered under her breath from behind as she placed her hand on my back. She sounded extremely bitter.
“It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I haven’t been cut by your fingernail before.”
“But it didn’t hurt that time, right? I removed my special pain-numbing nail polish when we were at the restaurant earlier today and I didn’t reapply a new coat after that. It must have hurt when they cut into your skin this time. I… feel awful now… I wanted us to both feel good just now, but in the end, I got carried away, hurt you instead, then went and felt good all by myself,” she explained in a glum tone.
“I don’t mind dealing with a bit of pain. It really didn’t even hurt that much. It was like a prick with a needle.”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better…”
“And what’s wrong with that? Do you think your boyfriend wants to see you getting all depressed over something pointless?”
“It’s not pointless. What if I’m not careful and I mess up again? What if next time it’s something way worse? What if I accidentally cut you when we’re asleep or when we do it. If I cut your throat with my nails and it’s not something small enough for a bandaid to easily patch up?”
“It hasn’t happened until now.”
“Because I’ve always been extremely careful. But… if I lose myself in the heat of the moment the way I did just now… it scares me. I should… really just clip my nails. What am I even still keeping them sharp for? It’s not like I need them sharp... if I become a teacher instead of an assassin.”
“Well… that’s certainly true. You don’t need them…”
“Yeah… I don’t need-”
“But! I like them as they are.”
“Huh? You… like them as they are? But… why? They’re just… inconvenient.”
“Well, firstly, I’m opposed to the idea of defanging a tiger.”
“I’m not an animal.”
“No, you’re certainly not. But you see, there’s something that annoys me from the bottom of my heart.”
“Annoys you? What?” Uncertain, she questioned back.
“Well, you remember how I like to read?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Stories where an overpowered woman hooks up with a guy and suddenly becomes weak to the point any random thug on the street becomes a threat to their entire existence annoy the living hell out of me. I genuinely can’t stand them. Really, why do they even exist at that point? They were so strong one second, but the next, they were suddenly being kidnapped by every Tom, Dick, and Harry off the street. For the love of god, for my sanity, don’t become that girl, Rosa.”
I squeezed my forehead as I recalled all of the stupid female characters in the novels I’d ever read that turned into useless deadweights the instant they became cursed by that cursed damsel-in-distress syndrome the second they hooked up with a guy. They’d eventually be left behind and completely forgotten by the author.
Damn it, don’t get me attached to them if they’re just going to turn useless and be forgotten forever!
“Pfft. Hehehe.” Rosa giggled behind me.
“What’s so funny?”
“How seriously you said all of that.”
“Well, I’m being serious. So don’t go and think about clipping your nails behind my back.”
“But... they’re a major inconvenience for me.”
“Then be inconvenienced. If you go and do it, I’m not going to lie and tell you I like them dull when I prefer them sharp. It’d be the same if you suddenly went and cut your hair short. I’m not going to put on a fake smile and tell you you look better with short hair when my preference is girls with long hair.”
“Huh? Why’d you suddenly bring up hair length?”
“It’s another pet peeve I have. Girls in stories I’ve read who cut their hair short to show their conviction, I want to slap them silly for dumbass logic like that. So just like your hair, your fingernails are the same. You’re perfectly fine as you are now.”
“But if I cut you…”
“Then I can only blame myself for that since I’m the one being selfish here. It’s no one else’s fault but my own, not yours.”
“...” Rosa’s hand slid down my back in silence before I felt her lips press down on the center of my back.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing it to make it better.”
“Do I look like a baby to you?”
“I’m going to sterilize it now with hydrogen peroxide. Try not to cry or else I really will start calling you a baby.”
A few seconds after she said that I felt a wet cotton cue tip press into one of the cuts on my back. I grit my teeth firmly together as it seriously stung like a bitch.
