Chapter 24

Enjoy.

Everyone must choose

One of

Two Pains:

The pain of discipline

Or

The pain of regret.

~ Jim Rohn

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Sitting on the ground facing the sunset, every inch of my infant body screams in pain. Perspiration is dripping down the side of my face csusing the glaring rays from the giant ball of gas to make my skin glisten.

"Get up, tomorrow will be full of tough training where you will need every ounce if energy you have. We are going to break you and then rebuild your body up from dirt." Sounds plainful, "and after that I am going to introduce you to a wonderful place called school, where all of your dreams and aspirations become reality." Is this dude serious? Why is his mouth always spewting out bullshit, come on, save some for your ass.

"This disciple thanks Master Chao for his time." I bow at the end of my sentence showing respect. In all honesty though, I am grateful for the many training tips and moves he taught me today. I learned alot and am extremely thankful.

His lips make a shallow smile before reverting back to his usual stone cold expression. "Follow me, I will lead you to your sleeping quarters where you will reside during your time here." He turns around giving me full view of his clothed muscled back.

"Wait! I want upsies. I am a baby you know, incapable of walking and all that." He stops and lets out a sigh before turning around and putting me on his neck. Bored and tired I play with his man bun. Gosh his graying hair is so smooth and silky. If Shan Chao heard me he'd probably blow his top and say 'It's not gray, my hair is just taking a rest and with time I'm sure it will turn back to it's original black color.' Ha! turn back my ass, your roots are on full speed ahead to grayville.

As he walks I take the time to think about the plot. Thank God it hasn't started yet but ever since I've been here a lot of things have changed. Don't forget that butterfly effect with the whole prophecy crap, what the hell is that. I thought this was a story about a green tea bitch who just went on her merry way creating disaster and filling up her harem. Where the hell did this whole evil humans versus Cultivators come about? Shaking my head I rub my temples in exhaustion. This, is gonna be a long 2 years.

First things first, I am going to need some people to spy on the mother when she enter's daddy's palace as a maid, which is 3 years from now. Then, when she starts getting ideas about climbing into my father's bed, that lusty fox spirit had better be prepared to face hell. I am going to make sure she and her vile spawn regrets bullying and destroying a lovely family. Of course I'm going to prolong the toruture though, I mean, what kind of villain would I be if I didn't take my time in relaying sweet, sweer karma on my most hated enemies. This is an otome game after all. The "Female Lead" will be like a cockroache, one spray with raid is never enough, she will only get stronger. You need a nice hard shoe to get the job done and if it flies, take out a broom. Give it a good smack. Whack!

As I went over my plans in my head I completely spaced out, unaware of my surroundings. I didn't even notice when we arrived at my residence until master started snapping his fingers in my face.

"Hey, Parasite! Pay attention. This is where you will be living from now on. Everything you need is already inside and there are maidservants along with a live in wet nurse to fulfill your daily needs. I figured that children your age still drink breast milk, right?" When he said wet nurse my heart dropped and my hold on his hair tightened, pulling out a few clumps of his graying strands. He winces. "Be careful up there, do you want me to go bald." Hehe. Smiling bashfully I gently rest the pulled out hair back in their orignal places patting them down. You guys didn't see anything, got it?

Why do I have to get another wet nurse. Woo woo, It already took so long to get rid of the first one and now a new milk squirter just pops up out of the blue. Why is the universe against me?

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'In The Bathroom'

After Master dropped me off inside my room a few maids came in to prepare me for bed. Taking off my sweat soaked shirt and sour diaper they put me in the tub. One of them handled me a bit too roughly, though, and out of nowhere I lost control of my bladder. It just started spraying everywhere. Thanfully, it only got the one who handled me harsh. Yeah, that's right how do you like my fountain of terror. Ha ha ha haaaa.

It died down soon, unfortunately, but that maid's whole countenance changed, treating me extra carefully so as to not get peed on again. hehe. It's good that she knows who is the master and who is the servant.

Bathed and smelling like vanilla they dress me in a silk white night dress and braid my long hair into 2 french braids. I had on cotton blue socks too, guess it gets cold at night over here.

As they took their leave I tell them goodnight and there eyes widen, Hmmm, I thought master told them I can talk.

Now, they act even more respectful to me. "Us nubi will take our leave now." The nice one says. She has reddish brown hair with strands of blonde in it.

"You're dismissed." They leave.

I roll over on my side, missing the comfort of Mr.Fluffles or the warm body of Benjie usually there to keep me comapny. Mom and Dad would also come in and read me a bed time story or sing me a lullaby. A pang of sadness hits me in my chest and I clutch it tightly with my hand. Is this what home sickness feels like? Tears spring the back of my eyes and for the first time since I've been here I cry myself to sleep.

I miss my family.

Tonight since there is no one here but myself I try to remember a story mommy told be previously and sing a lullaby that she sang to me before. As I feel my eyelids getting heavy I take one of my extra pillows and hug it pretending it was Benjie and Mr.Fluffles.

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